Brady Somers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bradysomers) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rrinitiative,@ 2012-09-18 16:33:00 |
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Characters: Brady and Pippa
Setting: Cafeteria, afternoon
It hadn't been an easy decision to make. He didn't want to give up his vice, especially after having gone so long without real booze, but he felt utterly sick to his stomach at what he'd done to that young woman at the pool. He didn't even know her name, which made him feel like even more of an ass. Had she mentioned it? He couldn't remember. She probably had; she seemed like the overly perky, friendly sort. As much as he wanted to drown himself in the bottles of liquor in his room, Edan's words kept running through his mind. And fuck if that didn't piss him off some. He didn't like feeling guilted into living. He would trade places with Evan in a heartbeat; he was the one that belonged six feet under, not Evan.
Brady wanted to drink. He wanted to drink until he felt nothing at all, but he couldn't guarantee he'd just stay in his room if he drank, and there were women here. He'd hurt Brenna many times while drunk, so much that he'd lost her, and he couldn't stand the thought that he'd hurt any of the other women here. He'd posted the fucking thing on the journals, and fuck, that had been a pain in the ass and more than a little embarrassing. It wasn't smart to air one's weaknesses anywhere, but to do it in a prison setting was fucking suicide. So he was just hoping that people looked at it not as a weakness, but as him being dangerous. He was dangerous. And the drink, while it made it easier for him to breathe because it dulled his ability to feel, it made him more dangerous to those around him.
So after dealing with the comments on that stupid journal post, Brady grabbed the bottles of liquor and the glass he'd grabbed yesterday and headed out of his room, balancing everything while he locked and closed the door behind him. He crossed the courtyard for the cafeteria, going directly behind the bar to put the things away.