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Tweak says, "I'm incapacitated with fear."

terrynboot (terrynboot) wrote in ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-15 21:32:00

Who: Terry Boot and James Montague
When: Early Saturday Morning
Where: On the streets of London
What: "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering." Or maybe it leads to making up?
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Complete

After 24 hours Terry should have been allowed to stop feeling guilty for something which was not TOTALLY his fault. He was already planning apologies for everybody BUT Lucy. And he was going to continue to call him Lucy whether the git liked it or not. No matter what, he was HIS Lucy.

Of course, also after a couple days Terry should have realized he was completely ruining his liver by drinking too much. Too bad he was not thinking clearly enough and, even if he had been, he would not have cared. So that night he had found his way to a new pub, one he had never visited before, and enjoyed a quiet night of drinking. Which was a nice change since he found himself glaring at every bloke who came his way. And a few women who seemed to think he was so adorable for drinking his lager with a straw.

After ordering a lager to go, and adjusting his straw, Terry made his way out onto the streets. There was no way he was going to be able to apparate home without splicing himself. He sipped on his drink as he turned past another block and almost choked as he collided with somebody, the straw going into his throat. He pulled it away and coughed, looking up innocently to see who he had bumped into. “Sorry. Are you…” Terry’s eyes widened just when he realized who he was staring at. “I’m so sorry.” And he didn’t mean for the run in.

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montaluca
2008-08-16 02:16 am UTC (link)

Alcohol, the one and only solution for every problem. If you kept drinking long enough even the biggest ones would go away at some point...at least until you were sober again. But that didn't matter in the moment of getting drunk. So what better way of dealing with the whole mess he was in was there than to go to the next best pub and get utterly waisted? Right, none. It was an absolutely perfect solution.

However, sitting quietly at the bar and getting smashed would've been easier if there hadn't been a stupid girl throwing herself at him. James also thought that getting thrown out of the pub for yelling at her and shoving her away when she tried to wrap her ugly arms around him for the 33820230939 time was not fair. Not at all. Thankfully there was a market still open near the pub, which had provided him with a bottle of red wine. As James stumbled through the streets the ground seemed to become less steady by the minute. He hadn't even managed to drink that much before he was thrown out but mixing Martinis and whiskey wasn't a good thing in itself. Adding the strong red wine he was drinking straight from the bottle it was no wonder that things started to become somewhat blurry.

Taking all of this into account it was foreseeable that James collided with someone. Having been unsteady on his legs before, the collision caused James to loose his balance completely and he found himself saying hello to the dirty pavement. Squinting up it took James a few seconds to realise that it was really Terry in front of him and not some weird hallucination. Oh. Now this was unexpected and in his drunken state James suddenly felt like crying. Damn, it hadn't been enough alcohol to make the mess he was in go away.

"'s kay. Didn't see you there either," James finally answered, voice sounding a little cracked and the words slightly slurred. Bringing the bottle to his lips he wanted to take another gulp, hoping the wine would give him a sudden inspiration of how to make things right. It didn't. Frowning James raised the bottle, lips forming a perfect pout. "'s empty! Why's it empty??"

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terrynboot
2008-08-16 06:25 am UTC (link)

Terry felt the urge to be sick when he realised the state Lucy was in. Seriosuly! They had one little fight and Lucy thought it was okay to go binge drinking to kill his liver in one night. This was what happened when he didn't pay proper attention to his friends. At least James' current state of inebriation made Terry's look like a small high.

"Probably drank it all, smart one." Terry mumbled, sipping on the straw in his beer. Pretty soon he would have none left then he'd cry. Though he still wouldn't be as drunk as James, who was slurring and stumbling about. And apparently still on the pavement.

"Oi. Get up." He reached down, trying to pull James off the ground. "Before they call cops or something. Get us in trouble for being drunk in public." Terry felt the ground spinning beneath him and pouted. Okay, so maybe he was closer to being drunk off his arse than he thought.

	montaluca 2008-08-16 08:07 am UTC (link)
	"All mine 's good. Very good," James smiled, although he still seemed rather intoxicated and somewhat disoriented. "Pictures?" James looked around, squinting. It was dark around them and nothing to be seen. "No pictures, you're jus' drunk," He laughed, but finally tried to sit up on his own and even succeeded after the fifth attempt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	montaluca 2008-08-16 08:50 am UTC (link)
	As soon as he was sure that Terry wouldn't leave James loosened his grip around the blonde a bit more and closed his eyes. Things felt quite all right now. "You should sleep too," He mumbled in return, pressing a soft kiss to Terry's forehead. "Glad you're my Terry now. Love you too." James replied without thinking much about it, already half asleep. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)