Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-15 22:37:00 |
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Current mood: | uncomfortable |
Entry tags: | david, patrick |
Who: Saint Patrick and Saint David
What: Coming home after a night out. In the middle of the afternoon...
Where: David and Patrick's apartment
When: Tuesday afternoon, September 14th
It was just supposed to be one drink.
Monday had been a kind of spectacular hell for Patrick as he had been in the common room of the shelter he worked at when a knife-fight between two of his kids broke out right in front of him. He had jumped in to break it up, causing the knife-wielding fifteen-year-old boy to react in fright and cut him across the arm. Patrick wasn't very hurt, but it was still shocking to have his blood spilled by the people he was trying to help.
His co-workers had been the one to suggest a drink. He had three new stitches in his arm and he wasn't inclined to say no in light of the day he had had. He agreed, saying he would only have one and then he would return home to his brother.
One turned into two turned into three...the night faded into blackness and Patrick remembered nothing.
When he awoke on Tuesday afternoon, Patrick had done so in an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar swelling feeling in the left side of his face. Unfamiliar arms were wrapped around his torso, and when he leapt out of the bed in horror, unfamiliar eyes stared at him in shock. How was he supposed to explain that he was a saint and this...this wasn't supposed to happen? He just excused himself quickly and fled the scene, a terrible feeling in his belly.
He didn't have a chance to look in the mirror to confirm that the swelling feeling was, in fact, a terrible black eye. He had gotten himself into a bar fight and he didn't even remember why.
Patrick burst through the door of his apartment at just after two, yelling loudly for David. He hoped he hadn't made his brother worry, though simply not returning home at all probably was enough to send David into a tizzy of concern. "I'm back!" Patrick called out. Downpatrick the dog bounded to greet his master, and Patrick gave him a distracted pat. "Dewi? I'm so sorry!"