Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-06-08 17:08:00 |
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Current mood: | Hungover |
Entry tags: | friar tuck, will scarlet |
Who: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, maybe then open to parsonage!
What: We fucked up
When: Sunday, late afternoon
Where: Parsonage
Warnings/Notes: TBA - after-effects of drinking
Tuck had been up half the night - or early morning -hugging his toilet. He'd finally stopped vomiting around 8am and crawled, pitiful and apologetic, into bed. As he sobered up, the fact that he had let down his entire organisation filtered through to him, and he was just lucky he had Francis to step in at a moment's notice. Francis had been a guest speaker on occasion, so at least the congregation knew him and he them. Francis was a Godsend.
Tuck was pretty sure he himself was a piece of shit.
Late in the afternoon, he finally woke fully, instead of a drunken/hungover haze of self-loathing. And though he was still pretty pissed off with himself, he was also incredibly thirsty. And, believing that his friends had done more than enough for him, Tuck was determined to fetch water himself.
He sat up and swung his legs out of bed, his head swimming as he stood. Tuck let out a soft groan at the pain behind his eyes, but he was determined to keep going. He toddled out to the kitchen and was surprised to see Will sitting there. "Will," Tuck croaked. It would be clear to anyone what rough shape Tuck was in as he stumbled to the cupboards to find a glass. "Let me just- I- I'll put a kettle on, hmm?"