Isaac Kettering (just_presuming) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-01 12:34:00 |
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Current mood: | numb |
Current music: | "One of THOSE Nights" - The Cab |
...my flat-line inhibition is my ammunition - i'm just fighting to get by...
Who: Matt Cavanaugh & Isaac Kettering (& Dudley Dursley?)
What: Getting drunk
When: March 31, 2008, 7PM
Where: The Three Guineas, London
Rating: I dunno, they've all got mouths like sewers on them, so PG-13 for language at the very least.
Status: Closed, incomplete.
Isaac was sitting at the bar, already on his second pint. His shoulders were hunched a bit, but he was working on loosening up. Just because his wife had gotten drained ten years ago and he'd spent most of the day in a fucking church didn't mean anything. No reason to get all tense. Of course, all that nattering over the journals had been worse than the time his mum had walked in on him having sex with Bridget Williams. The nagging. It was fucking incessant and he guessed it was just a good thing he couldn't actually see into her brain, as he'd likely be driven crazy.
That wasn't even the oddest thing that'd happened recently, though. Someone had broken into his flat and cleaned it. Done his fucking laundry... stocked his cabinets. That was just fucking bizarre.
Taking another sip of his Guinness, Isaac grimaced, then finished it off and signalled for a third. No fighting. No bickering. If he was lucky, he'd end up in bed with some bird despite himself - but that'd be awkward and he didn't really feel like fucking, anyway. Not tonight, anyway. Tomorrow might be a different story, but tonight he just wanted to forget. But forgetting hadn't exactly been working very well for him, no matter how much he drank, and he was fast on his way to becoming an idiot.