James (jamesownsit) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-01-10 14:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, james, lyle |
Saturday - September 27th, 2008
Who: James, Lyle and Fisher
When: Very Late Night
Where: Lyle's Dorm
What: drunken debauchery
After James had left his apartment early that day, he had gone to a bar and started drinking. He had continued to drink at this bar up until the point where they would no longer serve him. At that time, he moved on to another bar. This continued until well into the night, and probably would have kept going, had a certain song not come on the radio and made him think of Fisher. It was at that point that, in a terribly drunken state, he decided he had to go see the other man, just to make sure that what he had been told was true. At this point, he was far too drunk to drive, so he'd had to walk back to the dormitories. It was by sheer, dumb luck that he hadn't gotten picked up for drunk in public along the way, or fallen in a ditch somewhere and passed out for the night, but by some miracle, he'd made it back onto campus.
As he found his way into the wing where he knew Lyle's room to be, he got the urge to sing. And so, with no regard for anyone who may be sleeping at this time on a Saturday night, he was singing the very song that he had heard in the bar earlier that night.
"I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I don't like illusions I can't see
Them clearly."
He tripped and nearly fell, catching himself on the wall and regaining his balance before he picked up where he left off.
"I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do."
He realized then that he had no idea where the fuck he was, so he stopped, looking around with a bit of a frown before he saw the door that he was looking for. He clomped across the hall and stopped outside the door, one hand rested against the wall next to it as the other moved up to practically pound on the door, humming to himself as he waited. He looked a mess compared to the norm. His designer jeans and white t-shirt were wrinkled from having gotten wet that morning and drying on their own over the course of the day, he wasn't wearing a coat, and his hair, which was usually so carefully styled, was a bit of a mess, like he'd been running hands worriedly through it all day long, and he had. The smell of liquor was strong upon his breath and his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. But he was grinning.