Sirius O. Black (srslypadfoot) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-12-10 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter, sirius black, teddy lupin |
Who: Teddy, James, and Sirius
Where: Coconut Husk
When: Wee morning hours of Friday
What: Alcohol is a nice, comforting mistress. She treats you right until the morning.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, probably medium range
Another bottle, another burn crawling down his throat. It all led him down the meandering path of numbness. It probably wouldn't have seemed to slowly strum through his bloodstream if he bothered to stop slouching and slumping at the table where he sat. The alcohol would have hit him harder than a bludger to the nuggets if he would have tried standing up or moving about. As it was, his only movement was limited to tossing back another drink and flicking the ashes off his dwindling cigarette. All in the wrist.
In the race to lose sobriety, Sirius was sprinting a ways ahead of his companions. Probably overlapped them twice by now.
Sirius thought about slowing down, maybe taking a breather. It would have been a good idea to wait for Teddy or James to show up. Before, you know, he drank himself under the table without anyone there to drag his arse up.
But Sirius was never all that inclined to follow what he should do.