Bucky Barnes (notzimniysoldat) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-06-18 02:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, [plot] cruise2019, ~2019 june, ~25 points, ~~bucky barnes (notzimniysoldat), ~~grantaire (unhookingstars) |
WHO Bucky Barnes & Grantaire
WHAT Drinking their sorrows
WHEN Monday afternoon
WHERE A bar
WARNINGS Alcohol doesn't solve problems
STATUS Closed | Incomplete gdoc
When he entered the bar it was basically empty, probably because of the time of day. Not many people were sitting in Crow’s Nest drinking before lunch, even if did have great views out of the ship. The quiet suited Grantaire just fine. The morning had been...a lot. Not necessarily in a bad way. No, far from that. But he could not begin to even fathom how to process what had happened, and what it meant.
And when Grantaire didn’t want, or didn’t know how, to face something? He drank. Drinking was easy. Drinking was safe. It dulled all those niggling thoughts. All those voices telling him he was foolish to ever think this morning could happen again. That it was anything more than a mistake. Enjolras could never view him that way. Could never want that closeness with him. They were friends, now. And that was the most he could possibly hope for. The most he had a right to expect.
At least Enjolras would not find him here in a hurry. Not unless he was actively seeking him out. He didn’t look particularly kindly on his drinking, after all. He would likely scold him if he did find him. Find another reason to realise this morning had been a terrible mistake. Or worse, decide they had been naive to think being friends could ever work.
Huddled in the corner of the booth, he nursed his third glass of whisky and watched the ocean slowly passing them by. It seemed a cruel fate that the weather was so pleasant and did not match his gloomy thoughts.