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Bobby was outside well after midnight, grinning like an idiot as he made dozens of snowmen. All of them were surrounding the Residence, facing the building like a big snowman army. He wondered if he should go down to the Boutique to get hats and scarves for them all. He COULD just make them out of ice, he supposes.

He stands back to admire his handiwork before moving onto the next. Each one only took seconds to make with his power, but if he wanted to make any kind of detail in their facial expressions, it took a bit longer.

Who? Jamie and OTA
What? Drinking
When? After the Funeral Ceremony
Rating? NC-17
Where? In one of the places that sell alcohol. Jamie isn't picky...

He was tired, and achy, and feeling like shit, and he wanted nothing more than to drink enough to forget for awhile. People had died, people he did not know well, but people, nonetheless. And he had been next to useless during the explosion aftermath, even with his powers.

Now, after the funeral, he was tired and weary inside and out, and looking for a temporary fix. One of the places with an open bar caught his sight and he bee-lined for it. Within, he was not too long about starting to drink, his mind swimming with images he wished he could forget.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. God, this had been a fucked up week! With concentration fully on the booze and on trying to block out bad memories, he was not looking for attention or company.