Rhett Cavendish | Cinna (bettingonyou) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-09-24 16:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | hunter mitchell, rhett cavendish |
Who: Rhett and Hunter
What: Rescuing the broken-hearted drunk.
Where: A bar in NYC
When: Somewhere between Friday night and Saturday morning.
Warnings: TBD
It wasn't as though, even in his inebriated state, Rhett didn't know that getting wasted was a juvenile way of handling the situation. It was more that he simply didn't care. He'd had all week to deal with Charles's abrupt departure in healthier ways, and they'd done shit all for him. Emails and texts didn't quite make up for not having the other man there, where Rhett could drop by and see him and Yasmine whenever he pleased. He'd been telling himself since the hurried call to say goodbye that it didn't make a difference, he didn't have time for friends anyway, but Friday night rolled around and loneliness reared its hideous head.
Though Death & Co. had appealed to his dark mood, even Rhett couldn't forgive himself for that level of angst, and so he'd ended up in the much more cheerfully named Spring Lounge, surrounded by a host of sharks while he attempted to drown what certainly wasn't sorrows. The first hour, Cinna had tried to comfort him, and Rhett had claimed that the amount of drinks he was downing had nothing to do with Charles. They were just friends after all, and Rhett had other friends. Fine, they were more like acquaintances, but there was no reason he couldn't upgrade one of the acquaintances to the position of friend.
The second hour was when Cinna began trying to persuade him that he'd had enough. Even the voice in his head was starting to get a little slurred. Rhett ignored the suggestions the same way he'd ignored the comfort, downing whiskey sours as though his life depended on it. Who was he kidding, trying to pretend that Charles and Yasmine hadn't meant any more than anybody else? Charles was his best friend. Charles was more than his best friend, though Rhett didn't have a name for what else the other man was. Someone that cared for him. Someone that had read the Hunger Games books just because he wanted to get to know him and then drove over to give him a hug when Cinna died. Charles was coffee and smiles and all those warm feelings that he'd only ever associated with his son before. Charles was everything and now he was gone.
By the fourth hour, Cinna had gone completely silent and Rhett couldn't breathe without tasting alcohol. That was when he'd decided that the world needed to know about his misery, though it had never seemed to care. This time, he would make it. A post on the reincarnate message boards, a text to Charles that not even Rhett could make sense of (he'd never in his life told someone he'd missed them), and a text to his wife to tell her how she'd ruined his life later, he was running out of avenues to express his unhappiness - which made him even more unhappy, in the end.
He received a couple of replies on the boards, people he didn't know commenting on how unintelligible he was - and he'd like to see them do better with a smart phone and as much alcohol in their system as he had. Then, one from someone he recognized, at least vaguely: the boy with Peeta in his head. He didn't know the younger man, but Cinna knew Peeta and Peeta was a nice person. Rhett didn't exactly deserve a nice person in his life, but he was drunk and selfish enough at the moment that he didn't care about that. He made sure to mention the sharks that were staring at him, judging him, as he told the younger man where he was. He wasn't exactly sure what Hunter planned to do with the information, but he was content to have another drink while he waited to see.