Swallowed up, hold on tight (iateinsane) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-05-29 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [05] may, james hawkins, teagan morgan |
Who: Rodeo and Teagan
Where: The Dog Park, Council Chambers
What: Things to discuss, drinks to be drinkin'
When: Evening
It’s peaceful in the council chambers tonight. Everyone’s out by the fire. A crate of bourbon’s been brought through and the prospect who brought it is enjoying his few minutes of glory before it’s all picked out clean from underneath him. Teagan’s never had a taste for bourbon. Her father’d always preferred Bushmills and growing up with him, she’d developed a taste for it too and she’s glad he liked it neat, because there’s no ice to drop in. That’s what she’s drinking now.
Nights like this she gets out a glass, never letting it get too empty and she sits in silence, remembering him, remembering Alex and their daughter- the name of who she hasn’t uttered since the worst day of her life. Teagan wants to forget her face - That darling, dimpled apple and cinnamon face of hers - but it always comes back, haunting her in dreams and she knows that if she doesn’t get dead drunk tonight she’ll have to contend with that pain all of tomorrow.
Outside there’s a roar of cheering and thunderous applause. The laughter only makes her a little more sad and she hates being sad, hates being told she looks sad and worst yet, hates being told to smile. Usually she faces it, puts on a show, goes out and does whatever she needs to but sometimes she just needs a moment to collect herself. Later she’ll make an appearance, maybe. Or maybe she’ll just pass out here. She’d rather have a kink in her neck than a day full of sorrows.
When someone comes in, the noise amplifies and then recedes as the door closes behind them. She hears the shaking of a dog throwing desert dust off her coat before settling down on the worn cushion she always goes to when she follows him inside. Sweet Melissa only ever follows one person around. The flames inside flicker on Teagan's face when she looks at him and says, “And suddenly I’m tickled.…I’m fixin’ to pour you a drink, Rodeo, if you’re fixin’ to have one.”