Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-03 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | friar tuck, mary magdalene |
Who: Friar Tuck and Mary Mags
What: Who knows, honestly!
When: Fridayyyy? Late afternoon
Where: Fusion Blues
Warnings/Notes: TBA
Tuck had been awake for going on two days now. He had spent one upsetting night on his sofa, and the other wandering the city just trying to make sense of how he had managed to fuck up two friendships in a matter of hours. He was angry with Much for lying, sure, but still felt dreadful about whatever he had done to hurt Much.
On his wanders he had met a man, huddled on a park bench. Tuck had sat beside him and asked him if he needed a hot meal. It had led to a breakfast at four in the morning, sitting in cherry-red booths at a nearly empty all-night diner. The man's name was Vernon, and he was a veteran who had self-medicated his PTSD so much he had gotten himself addicted to meth. Now he was tenuously sober, but still homeless and depressed. Tuck was the first person to sit and listen to him in months. And then, reaching his warm hands across the table to take Vernon's, Tuck became the first person to touch him in kindness in months too.
Vernon had cried.
After their breakfast, Tuck had taken his new friend to a shelter he knew, and scribbled his details down in case Vernon needed him again. He hoped the man could get back on his feet with a little help, but he honestly didn't know.
Addiction was so cruel.
By eight, with Vernon safely being looked after, Tuck had returned to the park bench they had met, and had a little cry himself. He sat there for hours, mulling every moment of the last few days over and over in his mind. He had upset Much and Will, but he had helped Stutely and Vernon. Did that balance things out? Tuck didn't think that was how it worked.
Finally, resolved, Tuck shot a text to Much to express his regret, and then he headed for a jass club he rather enjoyed because it had live music, even at lunch time. He just needed to rejuvenate himself a little before returning home.
There were dark circles under his eyes as he entered the club, but he felt a bit lighter than he had in awhile. He ordered himself some cajun chicken, a beer, and settled into a seat at the bar to just relax.