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Trindle Thropp (trindle) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-02-11 20:44:00

Entry tags:

ennis del mar, trindle thropp

Who: Ennis del Mar and Trindle Thropp
What: Ennis is getting his drink on. Trindle is supervising.
Where: Utah!
When: Monday night, lateish
Warnings: Possibly some sort of cussing? Sad cowboys.

She'd fished out some money to pick up a bottle of firewhisky and then headed over to the ranch, just as she'd promised. Trindle had bundled herself up just in case Ennis decided that he wanted to take a foray out of the house and into the middle of the damned wilderness - it was something she'd do if she were upset. After making sure that she was in her right sorts, she lifted her hand and knocked hard.

Hopefully Ennis hadn't started drinking without her.

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	quiet_cowboy 2008-02-14 10:18 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis had quite a bit of practice at the emo drinking, though he would never label it as such. He drank again from the bottle and only after taking the bottle away from his mouth, he looked over at Trindle and offered the bottle, without comment. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trindle 2008-02-14 10:28 pm UTC (link)
	Trindle arched her brow at Ennis, merely flashing him a smile. "No thanks." She didn't drink much on her best days. A glass of wine now and again, maybe. "Knock yourself out." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-02-15 12:02 am UTC (link)
	Ennis grunted, but then that just meant more drink for him. He tipped the bottle up, probably drinking too much, too fast. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trindle 2008-02-15 12:13 am UTC (link)
	Certainly too much too fast. She simply sat back. Men would drink as much as they wanted to no matter what the women in their lives warned, she knew. Sitting silent is all right for now. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quiet_cowboy
2008-02-16 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Ennis could hold his drink, perhaps better than most. He certainly could pass his own limit and become...belligerent, which equals violent in Ennis' case. He was aware of Trindle, not Jack, sitting with him. He'd be careful, and not drink too much. He was upset, not particularly angry. He needed to think and clear his head, not add to the mess by lashing out at someone unaccustomed to his temper.

He glanced at her, the bottle nearly a third down. Firewhiskey. He could feel it rumbling in his belly, burning in his veins. He held the bottle down to his thigh, his face turned to the horizon, staring off into space.

"She 'as always m'baby. An' now she's here, an' she's got 'er own baby. An' she's tellin' me Jack's dead. An' that baby, ain't no lie, he's Jack's grandbaby too. I see him, in Drew's face. He gots th'Twist mouth." Ennis turned his gaze back to Trindle. "It ain't right."

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trindle
2008-02-17 05:16 am UTC (link)

Trindle smiled slightly while he spoke. "I know that it seems ... strange, at least. Having your daughter so old here, and with a child of her own...but seeing Jack in your grandson's face ... is it so bad? I rather like Jack."

She shifted so that she leaned against him just a little. "It might not be the sort of right that you're accustomed to, Ennis, but I can't see it being wrong."

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	quiet_cowboy 2008-02-17 05:27 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis settled the bottle of whiskey between his knees and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. He offered one to Trindle, his other hand searching for his lighter. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trindle 2008-02-17 05:30 pm UTC (link)
	After deciding that Ennis wouldn't like her just watching the cigarette burn down, she shook her head. She could watch his and have the smell of it, so it would be about the same thing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-02-17 05:36 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis drew his hand back and lit the fag. He puffed a few times before sliding the lighter back in his pocket. He glanced at Trindle, but had little to say. He sighed and shifted and took another sip of the whiskey. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trindle 2008-02-17 05:39 pm UTC (link)
	She'd spent a good portion of her life in silence, so it wasn't as if she was a stranger to it. Trindle let her gaze wander to the hand and the cigarette, leaning back on her palms. Some days silence might have been deafening, but today wasn't one of those days. Not for Trindle, at least. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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