Alastair Ramsey (walk_in_silence) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-08-10 19:23:00 |
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Current mood: | stressed |
Entry tags: | absinthe, alastair ramsey, liam flynn |
Who: Alastair, Will [NPC], Liam and then Absinthe and possibly Alicia?
What: A mortal who lives with a leprechaun and a teenager walks into a bar...
Where: Alastair's house, Liam's house, and then Absinthe's bar
When: Monday night.
Warnings: TBD
Will's bedroom door slammed in Alastair's face and he blinked three times in quick succession from the shock of it. His face was now about five centimeters away from what was, admittedly, a fairly flimsy door. It still seemed like a good idea to step back a bit, which he did. "Will," Alastair said in exasperation. "You have to eat something."
It had been nearly two days since Will had eaten anything and for that very reason, Alastair had spent all day baking things that smelled amazing in order to coax the teenager out of his room. To no effect. Will had just found out the week before, that his mother was moving to London, which meant that he was going to be living in New York City with Alastair full time. Since his new girlfriend lived in Seattle, this was less than ideal for poor Will. And Alastair was left dealing with the fallout from it, which he did not think was fair. His ex-wife was going to Hell for this. He had decided.
"I don't want anything!" Will screamed from behind his door. "I want to go home!"
Alastair could have yelled back that this was Will's home now, and that he was going to have to suck it up, but he didn't. He didn't have it in him. Mostly, Alastair was just terrified that his terribly stubborn son was going to starve to death in his bedroom out of pure spite. Did Will really hate him that much? Alastair was starting to believe that the answer was yes.
Instead of having a dramatic cry in the kitchen, weeping into his sherry, Alastair went next door to see his best friend. He had completely forgotten that he was wearing a frilly apron, and he walked right in to the leprechaun's house, looking like a paragon of fifties' virtue. With a goatee.
Alastair found Liam sitting in his living room with his PlayStation 2 controller in his hand. He was madly pressing the buttons with his thumbs while he glared at the screen of his television in utter concentration. His tongue was sticking out in concentration and if Alastair had been in a better mood, he would have taken a picture for future blackmail purposes. Instead, he said, "Liam, do you have a-"
"SHHHH!" Liam hissed, pulling his tongue back in his mouth to chastise Alastair. "I'm trying to beat Tengu!"
Alastair had no idea what that meant, but he lapsed into silence, leaning against Liam's wall while Liam made sounds of effort and frustration at the game he was playing. Finally, the leprechaun threw the controller down and he raised his arms in triumph. "YEAH! Take that...weird bird man!"
"What were you doing?"
Liam looked up from his spot on the floor and he grinned at Alastair. "Kicking ass and taking names," he replied. "I'm playing Dead or Alive 2."
"Sounds educational and fulfilling," Alastair said with a slight sneer. He was not a fan of the video game nor of the gaming console.
"Well, I learned that I should never enter a street fighting contest for realsies," Liam replied with a shrug. "Why are you standing there like a sad little Care Bear, hmmm?"
"Will still won't come out of his room." Alastair frowned, hoping that would convey some of his misery.
Liam looked thoughtful. "Do you want me to convince him?"
"Wh- Okay, please never tell me what you meant by that!" Alastair knew Liam could be dodgy sometimes. Liam wasn't really dangerous, but when it came to his son, Alastair got edgy when people so much as looked at the boy strangely. "I'm just upset. He won't come out and he's not eating, and the more I try to convince him, the more he refuses. It's driving me mental and soon I will throw myself on the floor dramatically and cry in front of him, or tie him down and vomit food down his throat like birds do to their young."
"...ew," was Liam's helpful commentary.
"I know. This is why I think I should just get out of the house but I don't want to leave him alone. So...could you er...please go stay with him?"
"You want me to babysit your seventeen-year-old?" Liam asked, incredulous.
Alastair could have sighed, but he didn't. He was far more patient than that. "He doesn't need babysitting, he needs support from someone he doesn't blame for ruining his life. And that is his uncle Liam. If he needed babysitting, I probably wouldn't come to you."
"That's for the best," Liam agreed, nodding sagely.
"I baked all day. There's plenty to ea-"
"I'll do it!" Liam said, jumping up so quickly his messy, red hair flopped into his eyes. He did love a good feed and Alastair's baking was like his personal stash. "Did you make scones!?"
Alastair laughed, already relaxing a little. It was hard to feel stressed when in the room with a leprechaun. "I did. Berry ones. Your favourite."
"Oooooh!" Liam clapped and bounced. "And where will you go, Moody Mooderson?"
Alastair hadn't thought that far ahead, though as soon as he considered it, he realised he had the answer. He would go to Abby's Bar. She had invited him yesterday, offering him a distraction. That was exactly what he needed. "Just out," he said, dodging the subject. He was never sure why. "Maybe find a little place to have a drink."
"Sure sure." Liam began moving towards his door to make his way over to Alastair's house. "Don't wear your apron out, though, Mom. It makes you look so domestic." It may have been sexist, but Liam said it anyway.
"What? Oh f-" Alastair removed the apron with a hissed curse word of suspicious origin and he threw it, balled up, onto Liam's sofa.