Brady Porter (heir_reluctant) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-08 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03, quentin |
I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
Who: Brady & Quentin
Where: Quentin's Place
When: Lunch-ish
He hadn’t meant to not see Quentin in such a long time. Truly, it just sort of happened. However, though it wasn’t entirely intentional, Brady couldn’t say that it was out of character. When faced with some sort of conflict, Brady Porter was often one of the first people to run away. Or, as it was, throw himself into his work in an effort to try and forget whatever it was that was bothering him. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.
In a way, his current situation was one that worked and didn’t work in the same vein. It did work because there were plenty of times when he didn’t dwell on that conversation. More of an accusation, really. Stupid club. He knew he shouldn’t have gone. Although things between himself and Emma Jane were now smoothed over (to the surprise of nobody), he may have done more harm than good in not trying to do the same with Quentin.
It was the day before the 4th of July. Everything that Brady had been planning basically since he stepped in (or, more precisely, was forced in) to the head of that particular branch of the family business was about to come into fruition. Either that, or it was going to fail considerably. That wasn’t a very pleasant though, but it was one that was there anyway. Brady wondered what would happen if the event was a failure. As far as holdings which Bryan Porter had, the Liberty Inn was undoubtedly one of the least grossing. But… given how important it was to him on a sentimental level, there weren’t many who questioned why he didn’t just throw in the towel. Moreover, Brady’s own relationship with Ellen was such that he would feel some sort of horrible burden if he was the one who failed his grandmother’s memory. The celebration was meant to be a time when people could just come together and be neighbors. A grasp at community.
Brady wasn’t sure how many years of his life had been stripped because of the planning and the worrying, but he was more than willing to bet that it was at least a decade. Whatever the case, the crunch was starting to wear him down. There were few things that were more desired than the 4th to come and go. Then, Brady knew he would be able to enter some sort of state of hibernation. Truly, he would have earned it by that time.
He also knew that he needed a break. More than that, he knew that there were a few things that would disappoint him more than a simple failure the next day. His grandfather’s lack of approval was at the top of the list. But right below that was the fact that he could possibly go through the day without seeing one of the people that he considered to be a friend there. A lack of support, in that manner, would truly be quite the difficult thing to deal with.
Brady used his connections, a tactic that was rarely used since he hated to flaunt the fact that he had them when so many other people did not, to find Quentin’s address in town. At some point he would have visited and been given the address by his friend… but that whole thing had sort of derailed in the wake of that night at the club.
Going up to the door, Brady balled his hand into a fist and gave a few knocks. He probably should have made sure that Quentin was home. The guy was an artist, though. He had flexible hours. Unlike Brady, who frequently felt like he was being held against his will at the inn…
He hoped that Quentin appreciated that kind of freedom.