francis drake, jr. (isthereacure) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-12-22 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | december 2010 |
WHO: Dietre and Francis.
WHAT: Francis is a man of habit, and that includes his yearly tradition of getting completely trashed on Christmas Eve. The only difference is Dietre is living with him this year.
WHEN: Friday evening, Dec 24 (forward dated)
WHERE: Francis (and D's) place.
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: Complete.
The day had started out with Francis waking up extra early to visit Alexandria Tibbits in her home. Although healing her hadn't really gotten any easier for him, they were making a lot of headway. Healing her bit by bit had been working, as it seemed whatever had been going on in her brain wasn't perpetuating itself after he blotted it out with his own power. That was good news, and it also suggested whoever had fucked with her head wasn't currently doing so. Whether they would strike again or not was still up in the air.
After those meetings, Francis was always out of sorts. Fatigued and light-headed from forcing his energy into Alexandria's body, he would return home in a fog and crawl back into bed. Without work to deal with afterward, he'd been pushing himself harder and extending their visits. Still, it only took a short nap to recover completely, so Francis had the rest of the day to piss away.
Which he did, and he was also going to do the same to the night.
A tall bottle of vodka sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, which Francis was currently parked upon. He pressed a shot glass to his lips and swallowed the clear liquid within it, hardly pausing afterward before he was refilling it. He knew some of his superiors would take issue with him getting drunk while Dietre was living with him, because after all he was supposed to be keeping an eye on the kid for a variety of reasons, but he really didn't give a shit. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.