Dave Maguire (justcallmedave) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-23 18:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave maguire, vlad smith, week 6 |
{ Who } Vlad, Dave
{ What } After hearing the Reverend Jeremiah preach, Dave is inspired to ingest a little poison of his own.
{Where } Dave's trailer
{ When } Thursday-ish
{ Rating } PG
Sacrilege. Blasphemy... The carnival had moved on, but the Reverend Jeremiah's words remained, repeated over and over by Dave's conscience. To silence the nagging voice, he drank.
Dave's drinking was no secret, but he liked to believe he maintained a certain level of propriety. He didn't get falling-down drunk. Or rather, he didn't get falling-down drunk until after hours. And he never drank on the job. At least, not openly. In the aftermath of his encounter with the fiery Pentecostal preacher, however, those rules went out the window. Dave got drunk. And stayed drunk. And still, Reverend Jeremiah's accusations hammered at him. Sacrilege. Blasphemy. See how they mock Our Lord's suffering...
Showtime found Dave locked in his trailer, curled up in bed under a worn and faded patchwork quilt. He'd been passed out; his wounds had seeped through their bandages, leaving a sticky mess. There was a foul-smelling puddle of vomit and a tumbled stack of books on the floor, a litter of papers and empty bottles on the table. There was a knock at the door. Dave pulled the covers up over his head.
"Go away," he yelled, immediately regretting the decision to make that much noise. "Nobody's home."