James Baker (freshbaked) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-18 08:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | april 2010, james baker, mao sakibou |
Who: Mao and James
What: Drinking their sorrows
Where: James' room
When: Saturday night
Rating: Highish knowing them
James did not drink. His mother had died from alcohol poisoning, literally drunk herself to death after his father had left. It was enough to keep him far, far away. He'd relied on other things, marijuana mostly, with a few others on occasion that even his sister didn't know about. But now, pot just wasn't going to cut it. That gentle high, that lofty feeling, it wasn't going to be enough. So he'd taken Mao up on his offer. He'd dragged his skinny ass through his bedroom window, and now he was sitting on the floor, back against his bed as he stared at the spot on the floor Katie had disappeared through.
There had been no 'pacing himself' that evening, and it showed in the way James seemed unable to hold himself up right. Thank goodness the bed was there.
"I am... the worst person on the face of the planet," he muttered, still staring at the floor as if waiting for it to open up.