Will Stutely (sly_stutely) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-09-09 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | merlin, will stutely |
WHO Will Stutely and OPEN
WHERE Diogenes Club
WHEN Tuesday evening
WHAT Drinking and brooding
WARNINGS TBA
In the wake Gisborne’s gloating, and the fucked-up revelation and the outcry and the terse exchange of messages with Robin that it had wrought, Will couldn’t bring himself to head home straight away. He knew he was being bullish. He wasn’t expecting a confrontation, because he didn’t expect Robin would be at the apartment. (Robin hadn’t been at the apartment, or anywhere else the Merry Men were, much at all lately. That hadn’t bothered Stutely so much when he thought Robin was working on a plan of his own. Well, turned out there had been a plan, but it was fucking reckless, and in a resentful corner of his mind he couldn’t help but wonder how much of this had to do with stopping the Sheriff at all, and how much of it was just Robin still trying to settle a score over Gisborne and Marian.) Robin wouldn’t, but Little John would probably be around, and talking this kind of thing over with Johnny always helped him straighten out his thoughts. Or he could take Tuck up on the offer to put him up at the Parsonage for a few nights. But fuck if he couldn’t be bothered to deal with more circuitous conversations tonight, all that anger and fear churning around without getting anywhere close to bloody anywhere, because sometimes it felt like that was all they’d been doing these past couple of months. He could have called Clio, but he didn’t feel like inflicting his shitty mood on her, either. Wasn’t fair of him to keep putting his burdens onto her, and he knew what she’d have to say about that sentiment, but he still felt it. It wasn’t the kind of thing he could talk to her about, anyway. Not without tracking over a couple of loyalties. Nasir didn’t want people talking about it and she was entitled to her privacy, and Robin… didn’t matter how pissed off Will was with him right now, Robin was still their leader, and Will wouldn’t say a word against him outside of the gang. So, Diogenes it was. Because if he had to take his shitty mood somewhere, might as well be a joint full of disinterested patrons rather than some place with people he knew. He’d found a spot at the corner of the bar, one that afforded decent sightlines while obscuring him from the view of anyone standing in the doorway. ‘Don’t start shit’ was the presiding rule at the Diogenes Club, but that didn’t mean he could be off his guard. They knew the Sheriff drank here sometimes. Stutely sat, and he stared into his glass moodily. |