Margo Hanson (highqueen_bambi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-01-09 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eliot waugh, margo hanson |
Who: Margo Hanson & Eliot Waugh
When: Backdated: Early October
Where: Margo & Roman's House
What: Eliot has been abusing drugs and alcohol for too long
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly.
Status: Complete
Margo was both worried about Eliot and extremely annoyed with him. Ever since she’d caught him getting high at Disneyland and found out that he was eating edibles at work, she had wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but she had wanted to get all the facts and opinions from their friends before making a move. She had spoken to Felix recently, wanting to know what he thought about the situation and while he also drank and did the occasional drugs, he agreed that Eliot’s use of both substances had crossed over into excessive and on top of that he had told her that Eliot wasn’t sleeping much and when he did, he didn’t do it for long. Knowing where he was in their dreams, she was pretty sure that all of this boiled down to his having had to kill Mike since he was acting similar to that situation.
Margo had known right away that an intervention with Eliot’s friends wasn’t the way to go because Eliot would simply feel ganged up on and shut down and then where would they be? So Margo had decided that the best course of action in this situation was to confront Eliot on her own. On a night that she knew Roman was going to have a late meeting, she had invited Eliot over and was planning to not let him leave until they had hashed this all out.
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Eliot didn't want to sleep which is what it all boiled down too. And he didn't want to feel...everything that was going through him either. Which was why he'd found the fine line of being drunk and high enough not to while still able to function in his daily life. He knew Margo had been annoyed at how he'd behaved at Disney but he was fine. He was handling it.
He knocked on her front door, flask tucked in his vest pocket where it always stayed as he waited for her to open the door. He flashed her a vaguely cocky smile when she answered the door. "So what's the plan for tonight Bambi with us both flying solo while our men are off working?"
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Margo answered the door almost right away, considering she had been waiting in the foyer for Eliot to arrive, “I started a fire in the fire pit in the back, I thought we could sit out there for a little while.” One of Margo’s favorite things about the house was sitting by the pool with Roman while a fire crackled in the ornate fire pit structure. When it was her and Roman they usually had a bottle of wine, but tonight there was no wine; that would defeat the point of the intervention after all.
***
Eliot was a little surprised that Margo hadn’t planned anything more than sitting by the fire pit but he wasn’t going to question it. Not yet at least. Maybe she was planning a surprise that would show up once he was out there. He wouldn’t put it past her to do that. “Well I did say I’d leave the planning up to you didn’t I?” He said, following her through the house and making himself comfortable on one of the chairs out there.
***
The outside patio furniture were some of Margo’s favorite items that she and Roman had bought recently, especially the chaise lounge that she usually comendered when she was lounging around the pool or fire and now was no exception. “Yes, you did.” Once outside, Margo took a seat on the lounge, leaving Eliot to pick one of the many other seats around the stone fire pit, “But I didn’t invite you over just to hang out.” Margo was not one to beat around the bush, especially in this case.
***
Eliot made himself comfortable on a bench across from her, sprawling out as he lounged. He raised one brow at her blunt comment, reaching for his flask to set it beside him after taking a drink. "Sounds a little ominous Bambi. Are you okay?"
***
“I’m fine.” Margo said, matter of factly, her gaze wandering to the flask by Eliot’s side, “But you’re not.” There was no reason to prolong this confrontation and she already knew that Eliot would deny having a problem so it was just best to let him begin making his excuses now.
***
"Is this because of Disney? Roman was just helping me cross something off my bucket list by letting me crash your day at the park and smoke. I'm fine." Eliot insisted, defensiveness showing.
***
“It’s not just that,” Margo quirked a brow at Eliot, “What about the edibles Minako told me you’re doing at work. Fucking work, Eliot! Since when do you do drugs in public? Either of those things could get you arrested, you know.” The last thing Margo wanted to see was Eliot’s drug use getting him arrested. They might have been Magicians, but there were some things that even their magic couldn’t get them out of, “And Felix said you’re barely sleeping. You look like shit, El.” She wasn’t even trying to be harsh; it was plain to see the toll the drugs, alcohol and lack of sleep were having on her friend.
***
Eliot sat up from his almost relaxed position, anger flashing across his face at her words. “So I have the occasional brownie between clients! What’s the big deal? I’ve got it under control! They can’t tell that I’m high or drunk!” He didn’t mean to explode at her but he’d immediately gone on the defensive when she’d started. A part of him knew he was overdoing it, that he needed to slow down but he didn’t want to. Everytime he was sober he lost control of his thoughts. He found himself reliving that last dream he’d had of Mike. And he didn’t want to see that anymore. To feel that anymore.
“And he’s right I’m not sleeping. Because everytime I close my eyes I’m scared I’ll see myself killing Mike again. See his body on the ground. Or that I’ll get sucked into that damn dream and hurt Felix by mistake. I get a couple of hours a night and I get through it.”
***
Margo knee Eliot was going to get defensive, but it didn’t phase her in the least. She was used to this sort of behavior from Eliot when he was confronted about something and she simply continued on, “You do realize that if the wrong person found out and god forbid, the fucking police came in, everyone could get in trouble because of you. Including Minako. Do you want to fuck things up for her?” Margo quirked a brow at Eliot, almost feeling like they were in a scene from her dreams where they had been arguing increasingly about Fillory.
“El, you’re not going to hurt Felix. And I know that killing Mike was the worst thing you’ve had to do, but it was self defense.” She May not have been there when it happened, but she knew Eliot wouldn’t kill someone otherwise. “You can’t go on like this, El.”
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Pointing out that his behavior could get Minako in trouble was a low blow in Eliot's opinion but he had to admit that it was effective. Destroying his own life? Sure. It wouldn't be the first time he had. But his assistant? No. She was one of the few people he cared about out here. "You know I never actually try to fuck up other people's lives." Maybe he should fire her to protect her. But she was so good with Gerald…
"No it wasn't. He was more of a threat to Q than to me. Which is why I did it." He said, reaching for his flask and taking a long drink. "What choice do I have Bambi?"
***
Oh Margo knew it was a low blow and that’s one reason she had gone there, “I know that, Eliot, but you can’t control what might happen if you’re doing drugs at work.” She certainly didn’t want to see Eliot fire Minako. This was all about getting Eliot to realize that he needed help.
“It’s the same fucking thing. Whether you were doing it to save yourself or Q. You wouldn’t have done it otherwise. That’s not you.” She eyes the flask, wishing she could conjure it to herself or something, but they didn’t have that sort of power, “You need to get help, Eliot. You’re not going to get through this otherwise.”
***
"I wasn't eating them in view of the windows. It was in my office so I was at least that careful." Eliot said, mostly talking to himself. Trying to reassure himself somehow that it wasn't that big a deal but he knew better deep down. If it wasn't he wouldn't be reaching for excuses this way. He'd laugh it off and move on.
"What makes you think I will with it?"
***
Margo knee that she was beginning to break him down because otherwise Eliot would have left by now. “Because I know you, Eliot. If you don’t get help then you’re going to stay in this slump for fuck knows how long.” Part of her wanted to ask him how long he thought Felix would stick around if he stayed in the situation he was in at the moment, but she’d already hit low enough with Minako; she wasn’t going to hit even lower. “Besides, if you don’t start sleeping again, you won’t dream any further than the incident with Mike and trust me, you want to see what happens next.” Sure, she had talked about how they became King and Queen of Fillory, but just as it had helped Eliot in the dreams, she had a feeling it would do the same in the waking world.
***
Eliot looked up at her, slouched down in his seat but still somehow making it look almost graceful. “What if it doesn’t get better for me than that?” He asked her.
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Getting up from her seat, Margo moved to sit beside Eliot and took his hand, “It will. There’s no way in hell that it could get any worse.” All she wanted was for Eliot to get past this slump and be the person she was used to, “It always does. You just have to want it to.”
***
There weren't many people Eliot let himself be vulnerable with but as Margo took his hand he laid his head on her shoulder. "Lucky we aren't in a horror movie right now - you'd have summoned the killer just then." He said, a weak attempt at a joke about her saying it couldn't get worse.
"Keep the flask for us for awhile Bambi?" It would at least remove that temptation during the workday.
***
Margo scoffed at Eliot’s comment, “No killer would be stupid enough to come after us. Besides, we’re fucking Magicians.” She smirked and nodded at Eliot’s request, “I’ll keep it safe for you.” She squeezed Eliot’s hand, “It’s gonna be alright, El.”