Who: Angelina & George What: Angelina tries to do some damage control Where: ~Outside, between his cottage and the pub When: After his post Rating: Medium for probable language
She tried to be an understanding wife, she really did. Angelina hadn't taken his promise to quit drinking at face value. She'd understood it to be a promise to try and quit drinking. George had been a mess since Fred died, she understood that. She also understood he found most days intolerable without a drink. What Angelina did not understand, was George's binges. When he stayed drunk for 3-4 days, or even longer. When he made a mess of himself, his life, and blabbered secrets to strangers. It didn't matter so much here, but it drove her absolutely bonkers back home. Where the kids were, and where they needed a father, not a drunk.
After reading George's post, Angelina decided enough was enough. She'd let him wander around drinking his arse off, but not anymore. He wouldn't like it, but that wasn't the point. If he kept at this pace, he would drink himself to death.
Angelina first tried his cottage with a fleeting hope he was floundering around on the floor. No such luck. The only other place that made sense would be the pub, so Angelina headed towards it. On the way, she came across George. "Oi!" she called at him, trying to keep her tone not accusatory - although, not that he would be able to tell. "And where do you think you're going, mister?"