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Tweak says, "Freak freely, dude"

Tyler Mitchell (keep_thechange) wrote in ipswich_rpg,
@ 2010-01-14 22:37:00

Entry tags:

!fizzled, 2010 01, pogue parry, tabitha smith

RP: Getting a Drink
Who: Pogue, open
When: Eveningtime
Where: Nicky's
Rating: PG-13, or thereabouts
Summary: Pogue is drinking away his worries
Status: Open, ongoing

He stared into his drink. He wasn't sure what number this was - he'd lost count after his third or fourth. He was judging by how pretty the other late evening patrons were whether or not he had had too much tonight.

He wasn't riding. Hadn't ridden here and wasn't riding back because he intended to get abosolutely shitfaced. The kind of shitfaced you got when you didn't want to remember anything in the morning. He wasn't being all the successful, even if he was losing count of his drinks, and he wondered if half of it was guilt.

He should stay sober, take some of the slack of being nominated 'go-to guy' off Caleb's shoulders. But he wasn't cut out for this kind of thing.

He gave serious consideration - and not for the first time - to just hopping on his bike and heading out somewhere and just not coming back. But he knew the guilt would kill him. So he drowned his sorrows in alcohol every once in a while instead.

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keep_thechange
2010-01-16 04:12 am UTC (link)

He rolled his eyes. He'd been stable. She was making a big deal out of nothing. But he didn't feel much like going, anyway, so he heeded her advice, slipping back into his set and accepting the coffee when she offered it though he'd doubt it do much.

"You could've tried," he offered with a sort of wry smirk before he rolled his shoulders. "I didn't have that much, and I swear I'm fine to walk home, you don't need to worry about me getting into trouble." He shrugged, rolling his phone out of his sleep. "Besides, there's guys I can call."

And wouldn't they just love that. They don't have to drive out in the middle of the night to pick up some displaced kid, they have to pick up a friend who's had maybe a bit too much to drink that the bar wants him being escorted home rather than heading out on his own.

"I can handle what I've had, really," he said, but he drank the coffee just to be accommodating.

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ticking_bomb
2010-01-16 04:24 am UTC (link)

"Sorry." Tabitha said and leaned on the bar. She watched as she pulled out his phone. "You're not like me are you." it wasn't a question. Based on the others she had met like her it was obvious he was from around here. People lik her were more obvious about how new everything was.

She moved to give another customer the last beer they orderd for the night before returning to him. "This might be a stupid question but, are you OK?" she finally asked. Tabitha had been around drinkers her entire life, whether they were her parents, the group of thieves she ran, or The Brotherhood; she had grown to tell when someone was drinking to numb something.

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keep_thechange
2010-01-16 05:48 am UTC (link)

"Like you?" he raised an eyebrow, but then she'd gone off to serve someone else. He'd started thinking of getting to his feet again, but then she was coming back and he wasn't interested in getting another scolding, so he sipped his coffee instead.

"Am I okay?" he echoed, and he was starting to sound like a broken record. "Yeah, fine. Just had a bad week." Month, year, life. It was nothing he wasn't able to handle. "Can't say that I'm much of a fan of the demons, displacements, and whatever else we've got running around town right now, but it's not like anyone else is much of a fan of it either, so there's no sense in complaining about it."

He rolled his shoulders, kicking his legs a bit under the table to test his coordination, and he thought it was getting better. She'd probably let him leave soon.

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