jean-paul beaubier is much faster than you (northmost) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-04-15 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | jean-paul beaubier, walter langkowski |
log: jean-paul and walter
summary! So. Yeah. It's not a smart idea to have a lot to drink with the guy you have a massive crush on. Who just happens to being dating your sister. Jean-Paul is a terrible brother today.
WALTER: Walter didn't really drink often. He didn't see alcohol as an escape, nor did he see it as something to do every weekend. But, there are times in life when you just need to get drunk. Right now is one of those. Walter and Jean-Paul have something in common now-- Aurora. "Fixing" her is a delicate subject. The two apparently subscribe to the 'pretending it doesn't happen' school of thought. Finding it difficult to deal with, they're apparently just not going to deal with it. Can't really go through the school smacking around those who don't understand it (because that would be a lot of people). And that would just irritate those who have defended her. No good can come from it. So. Drinking. Walter arrives at Jean-Paul's room with a pillow, his Xbox (cords dragging behind him) and a copy of Silent Hill: Homecoming. Because terrifying survival horror games are so much more fun with company and booze. JEAN-PAUL: He really didn't drink that often given his metabolism, but events of them past week made him make a greater attempt than usual. Between Warren officially confirming they were all freaks and the not so kind words certain residents had to say about his sister, Jean-Paul was really feeling the need to drink on more than one occasion. This would help him join Walt's pretending camp when it came to his sister because he really didn't want to discuss fixing her. Truth be told, Jean-Paul wasn't so sure he wanted to fix his sisters. Fixing meant to him that one or both would disappear forever and frankly, he couldn't deal with it as selfish as it sounded. Anyway. Drinking with Walter was the answer! It had taken him a few days and a few stores, but he had managed to acquire quite a few bottles of very high proof alcohol because as growing boys, they needed the extra kick. The video game was set up and after a few gulps of the alcohol, Jean-Paul was ready to play. "I do not like this music." It's scary and they game just stated. WALTER: Don't remind Walter about the whole Warren Going Public bit. As ballsy as it was, it scared Walter. He left home in order to protect him family (and to be perfectly honest, himself-- both from the public and his scientist father). He sat on the floor with his back against JP's bed, the pillow propping his head up. Every now and then he'd pause the game. Out of fear but he totally wanted it to look like he was doing this so he could take a drink without getting his character killed. "It's a little lame, yeah." JEAN-PAUL: At least your name wasn't in the news media, Walter. Sure, his name and picture hadn't been thrown around to the extent of their fine feathered building super, but it was there none the less. It had managed to drag up all his fears of government officials catching him to perform not so fun experiments on him. Yeah. He totally had dreams about that. It probably wasn't helping the mood that the lights in the room were on low. They helped to set the Silent Hill mood! "Oui." If by lame he meant scary, then Jean-Paul had to agree. "I never thought you were the drinking type." WALTER: The Silent Hill Mood. To really get that kind of vibe, they ought to lower the lights further and cover everything in blood or rust. "I'm Canadian." Ha ha, let's buy into stereotypes for a little while. JEAN-PAUL: He snorted and almost spit out his alcohol mid sip. "Me too. Canadian." At least he could still remember where he was from for the time being. "Wait. No. Quebec. I am from Quebec." That's part of Canada, Jean-Paul. WALTER: "It still counts. Kinda." Haw haw. The corner of Walter's mouth rises in a bit of a smirk. TAKE THAT! JEAN-PAUL: After taking a large gulp from the bottle, he leaned over and gave Walter a quick shove. "We Quebecois are a proud and noble people," he nodded. "Yes." WALTER: Oh JP. Walter is so fond of your French-Canadian self. "It's not that I don't drink. I just don't do it every weekend. There's a time and place." His eyes bug out momentarily as a particularly creepy creature goes after the game's protagonist. He pauses the game to list off his 'beer times.' "During hockey games. Or hockey season in general. When you're eating a steak. Or when you could be murdered in your sleep by the US government. Or or, or, when your girlfriend and best friend's sister is being mocked for her sickness." JEAN-PAUL: He was fond of you too, Walter! When the little speech started, Jean-Paul just nodded along with the times for drinking, even if he didn't get the whole hockey thing. To each their own! However, he did understand the whole drinking because people were mocking your sister about her mental illness. Totally understood that one. "Hmmm." Excuse him as he took a really huge gulp of the alcohol while he relieved that little journal conversation. "Jeanne-Marie missed church over that." Jean-Paul had yet to figure out if Walter was technically dating both his sisters. WALTER: "Meh." Everything is going to hell lately. Which just means it's going to get better soon, right? A couple moments of silence turns into a half hour. A half hour turns into an hour, and the character on the screen seems to be walking in circles. And into walls. Walter begins to giggle. JEAN-PAUL: Everything was going to hell if you asked Jean-Paul and that was why him and his best friend were drinking in what was probably the middle of the afternoon. While he liked to think that meant things would get better, he could be quite the cynic and part of him thought there was always room to get worse. Yeah. Best not attempt to discuss that today. As the hour went by, his head started to slowly dip to the side to the point it was almost resting on Walter's. The video game was strangely memorizing and he had been completely silent until his friend started to giggle, at which point he found himself letting out a small laugh. "You ran into a wall." Thank you, Captain Obvious! WALTER: "I did?" Walter looks down at the controller. "I think it's broooooken. Ha!" It's a lot funnier to him at the moment. "Aw man, my head's gonna hurt in the morning." JEAN-PAUL: "You did," he answered between laughs as he leaned his forehead down on Walt's shoulder. At the headache comment, his small laughs quieted down and he nodded in agreement, which wasn't the best idea since such movements while drunk made his head spin. "Yes you will," he slurred as he lifted his head. "I will bring you Advil." Once his head was up, Jean-Paul did his best to focus his eyes on his friend, offering him a drunken smile. WALTER: Walter didn't mind that Jean-Paul's head was on his shoulder. It was kind of nice and warm and he felt really lazy right now. "That's mighty kind of you, mister." Fake Southern accent and all! JEAN-PAUL: That made him laugh again. Oh, Walter. You were cheesy and a bit of a dork, but that's what Jean-Paul liked about you. Plus, you were cute in that dorky sort of way. And you actually wanted to spend time with him. And... It was about there his train of thought concerning Walter dropped off and then, in a move that could only be explained with this crappy past week plus being totally drunk with a dash of sheer stupidity, Jean-Paul leaned in and pressed his lips against Walter's. WALTER: Bless your heart, Jean-Paul. Walter starts to laugh. "That tickles. Stoppit." Then it dawns on him what he was trying to do. "Oh no. Wait. No, don't wait." Just stop! JEAN-PAUL: It was a very chaste kiss all things considered, but that didn't matter. What seemed like such a great idea one moment quickly turned into a terrible idea the next. A terrible idea that Walter definitely didn't want on top of that. Once the message of 'stop' made it to his head, Jean-Paul pulled back as his entire face turned white at the realization of what he had just done. Apologize. Say you were just kidding. Laugh it off. Pretending it was no big deal, only it really was to him. WALTER: Walter will do it for you! He forces a laugh, "Boy oh boy we've had a lot to drink." But most you, little buddy. JEAN-PAUL: "I..." That's right. You've had too much to drink. That kiss had nothing to do with the fact Jean-Paul had been pining after Walter for months. Nothing at all. Only it had everything to do with that and the alcohol only made acting on all that seem like a Good Idea. WALTER: "I think maybe it's time I head on back to my own room." Well, now there's not going to be a slumber party. Had to get all kissyface on him, JP! JEAN-PAUL: You know that feeling in the back of your throat you experience when something bad or embarrassing happens? The feeling that's a mixture between wanting to throw up and not being able to breathe? Well, that was exactly the feeling Jean-Paul was experiencing now, which was only made worse by Walter's announcement he should leave. "All right," he answered in a monotone voice as he leaned back against the bed. Please leave so he can wallow in what a jackass he was, not to mention what a shitty brother too. WALTER: To make things easier on everyone involved, Walter decides to abandon the Xbox. That's ... pretty bad, considering how expensive they are. He can always get it later. That is, if Aurora doesn't kill them all. He grabs his pillow and toddles out. |