Wesley Macintyre (wesleythewise) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-01-02 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | godric, hope, ric, wes, wesley |
Monday 16th March 2009
Who: Wesley, Godric and probably Hope
Where: a run down Motel somewhere
When: evening of the Monday
What: Wesley is getting drunk and playing Hulk. Godric & Hope may arrive.
Rating: There will be swearing.
Wesley had already drunk all the mini bar of the cheap motel, kicked in the television, smashed a chair and had ripped down the shower curtain just for good measure. He was destroying whenever his moods fluctuated which happened to increase whenever Hope text him. The healer didn't really want anyone to come to him but he wanted his Godric and he just had no idea what to do. He felt like being sick, and he felt like going to sleep, and he felt like smashing a bottle over his head but thankfully there was more whiskey to be found from a passing drunk outside.
There was no guarantee that either Godric or Hope would figure out where he was so for now he contented himself by lying stomach-down on the bed, bottle half-cocked to his mouth as he made half ass attempts to continue drinking.