أوريا پدراد | Uriah Pedrad (pansycake) wrote in timestreamic, @ 2016-09-20 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, tris prior, uriah pedrad |
WHO: Tris Prior and Uriah Pedrad.
WHERE: Tortuga, their rooms.
WHEN: After Tris' arrival.
WHAT: Bittersweet reunions.
WARNINGS: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.
Even trapped on an island, and surrounded by what looked to be a very peculiar and smelly phase of humanity, Uriah had found the nearest bar, thrown his money down and acquired four glass bottles of rum for his troubles, all of which he’d hauled back to his room without a care in the world. On the first day, he still bothered to top off his father’s flask with the rum, but on the second, began to drink straight from the bottle. After all, was there anything else to do, besides working on his gorgeous tan during those rare occasions where he managed to drag himself out of his room before the sun set, but drink? Not really, no. If only they were here, Zeke would’ve thrown the bottles out without pardon, Four would’ve grumbled at him disapprovingly, and Tris would’ve hidden his flask, all of which wouldn’t have stopped him from going out to get more. They knew, he knew. But today, for a change, he’d made a half-assed attempt to clean up - shoved the empty bottles underneath his bed (what the fuck did you even do with empty bottles in this place?), bothered to splash his face with some water and pulled on a clean shirt, just in time for the door open. “Tris,” Uriah started, only to fall silent. What the fuck could he even say? |