Stephen Dedalus has Lost his Wings (stephendedalus) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-05-09 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !trigger warning, bridget von hammersmark, stephen dedalus |
Who: Bridget von Hammersmark & Stephen Dedalus
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: Living Room Bar & Terrace
What: An accepted invitation; The Artist meets his Muse.
Rating: PG-13, TRIGGER WARNINGS: Alcoholism, Irish Antisemitism
If he hadn't already reached Grantaire-levels of drunk-stupor, he never would have spoken to that done-up blonde woman on the network. But his fingers seemed to move with a will of their own, craving contact with the outside world after over a week being almost entirely shut away. Dedalus hadn't been up for talking to anyone. Reaching out too far pulled his muscles sore, and he was almost as afraid of making new connections as he was for being alone. He stood outside to smoke, eyes on the windows so he could see into the lobby. When she appeared, he scrapped the orange cinders against the side of the brick to put out what was left and stuck it deep into the sand of the provided ashtray. She, von Hammersmark, was pretty -- alarmingly so. She wasn't the sort of woman you'd give a second glance to. She'd cause you to trip over your own feet, forget your words, your balance, your sense of humanity. She was far too remarkable looking to be seen trudging along beside him, he supposed, but he'd had too much whiskey to care and he could blame his red cheek-flush on the alcohol, and not his nerves. He waved to catch her attention and beckon her outside. The place he had in mind was walking distance -- he believed the only bars really worth going to ought to be a walk away, unless the occasion were a special on -- and the day was nice enough for the stroll. He did wish he'd brought himself a flask or something of the sort. There was a risk the fresh air might have some sobering effect on him. |