Alexander Moore (the_desirous) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-27 22:54:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | alexander moore, emory scott, morgause |
Who: Alex Moore, Morgause, Emory Scott, pos. Annika Moore
When: Around twelve to one Tuesday morning.
Where: Three Sheets, Alex's apartment.
Rating: TBA, around PG-13
Alex got off his shift a few hours earlier than expected, mostly due to Rob needing a favour and offering to trade, but instead of going home he's been curled at the corner table having a few drinks he knows he shouldn't have. It's just, it's been a hard week, he still misses Anna with a fierceness that unsettles him, his last meeting with Mordred was not a good one and he thought he could be okay with that but it turns out it hurts unexpectedly, and he's tired and it turns out he just wants a drink, and he's been doing some drinking lately (God, that was unexpected) without ill effect--in fact, the last few times it hasn't had any effect at all, so he's cutting himself some slack, just a little, Jesus, and the way it's worked out he's sitting there, on his third rum and coke.
He's just--he didn't expect things to be so complicated. He didn't expect to be this sad over Mordred, and he didn't anticipate how much it would shake him up to have Anna back. And a part of him is thinking about how quickly Annika is growing up, and how she'll move out when she finishes school, and how much he loves Emory and how badly he feels he's doing by him right now, with this sustained depression, and it just seems like too much to deal with to-night. He doesn't want to go home.
He really wishes someone would pick him up, just for to-night. Just to get away from things for a little while. But maybe that's the rum talking. Who knows.