Brian Kinney (b_kinney) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2012-11-13 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2012 11, character: brian kinney |
RP: Brian
Who: Brian
Where: Someone's bed
When: November 13, 2012
Summary: Brian has his own way to deal with loss
Since the wake, life had been a blur. Brian was clean enough during the day to operate, but the moment the work day was over, so was his pretend sobriety.
It was weird, because he'd expected people like Hanna and Callen to bitch and moan, but Hanna hadn't said anything and Callen? Callen had fucking joined him, drinking until Brian could hardly think and Callen was still sober. When Brian caught up with the fact that Callen couldn't get drunk, he didn't say a word, but pushed a little zip lock bag with a few pills toward Callen. He hadn't looked at the man, he hadn't said anything. He'd just pushed the bag with one hand while he drank with the other.
The other people who could bitch were Nell and Derek, but Brian didn't bother fighting with them. He went home, he locked the door, he changed into a bird, got out from the window and went back to the club, resuming his drinking before ending up in someone's bed. Brian wasn't too picky as long as they were young and good looking.
They all looked corn bred anyway. Blond or light hair in short cuts with blue eyes and drawls that rivaled Savannah's. They were nothing like John, which made it only better, because he wouldn't want to get confused while high. No, he wasn't going to forget that John was dead even in his high. He'd never forget for as long as he lived, not that he was fighting to stay alive, but he was still breathing.
Another night. Another binge. Another man.
Hopefully, it would end soon.