Who: Bill and Fred What: Bill's last drunken self-pity party before getting his shit together. When: Week 31, 3rd trimester, 62 days to go, approximately Where: Bill and Fleur's place
Bill was aware that he was spending too much time drinking alone, and that it wasn't a path on which he could continue. Fortunately, three days a week he had to be in good enough shape, mentally, to keep ahead of Aurora, and that kept him from using alcohol to self-soothe every night. But the baby was impending, and things were already difficult enough without adding alcoholism to the mix. They were now early in the third trimester and it was time for Bill to pick himself up, and face single fatherhood head on. And he would, after he spent one more night using liquor to escape. But this time he was drinking with his brother, so it didn't really count.
"I don't guess you brought food?" Bill asked Fred as soon as he opened the door, before he even let him in. Bill had become really bad at feeding himself, and more often than not, tended to go by his parent's place for meals. His mother always sent him home with food, but aside from that there wasn't a lot in the pantry. Another thing that was going to have to change. Starting tomorrow.