ʙᴀʀᴛᴏɴ (cauterising) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-08-16 22:09:00 |
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Up until recently, Clint had kept a tight rein on drinking. He knew what happened when he didn't and he wasn't currently in the position to deal with that on top of all else. But Wanda vanishing and then appearing again and knowing nothing about it. It just rubbed him in a way that dragged him to the nearest bar once he'd gotten his head around another change in scenery.
It wasn't hard to find a bar, it was shockingly easy, and once he got started it was easier still to let the fuck go and just get a bottle and start knocking them back.
He was about a third of the way through the bottle before he finally started to slow down and actually remember that he wasn't 20 and couldn't tank a bottle of whisky on his own in a night. At least not without regretting the hell out of it the next day. Plus side, his brain was starting to turn off, even if that ruined his filter entirely.