Tate Sewell (tatesewell) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-02-19 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: septimus lucis, char: tate sewell, location: residence, time: 2009 02 |
RP: Tate and Tim's Valentine's Day Adventure
Who: Tate and Tim
What: Tate Causing Trouble
When: February 14th (a bit backdated, sorry!)
Where: Quin & Tim's home
Warnings: Very drunk Tate, swearing, threats, no violence though!
Tate had had a long week. After running into Quin at Teddy’s birthday party, he had been having a hard go of it. He had had a few interviews and bombed each and every one. He had shown up to one drunk, mostly because he had forgotten about the entire thing until his brother had rudely screamed in his face that he had better get to the interview. That had been this morning, which had been fun. The entire incident had Tate realizing that he needed his own place and had put money down on a very small shoebox of an apartment.
After having spent far too much on his new apartment, he had not wanted to go back to his brother’s house. Instead he had gone straight to a muggle bar near the apartment. It was then that he realized, it was Valentine’s Day. It had all snowballed into Tate seated at the bar, drinking until they finally kicked him out because he was too intoxicated to be able to stay at the bar. He had stumbled out with his jacket and scarf thrown around him, a cigarette hanging from his lips, and eyes barely able to be held open.
At some point, between leaving the bar and walking back to his brother’s home, he had found his way to the house that had previously been his father’s home. It was still technically his father’s home, his father’s wife was still living in it. He had been avoiding thinking of this house for days, weeks. Now there he stood outside of it, dressed in a pair of jeans, Batman t-shirt that was hidden under a large green hoodie, his big blue jacket, with a grey scarf around his neck. His grey fingerless gloves were on and he had a cigarette between them as he leaned against a post across the street. How dare she be so happy when she had made him so miserable, it wasn’t fair.
With the liquid courage in his system, he lifted the little brown bag at his feet and heaved it at the house. He had expected it to the hit the house but it didn’t get anywhere close before it busted and was gone. That was apparently the straw that broke the camel’s back. He started his drunken screaming then, “Fuck you! You think you can fucking do that shit to me? That’s bullshit!” He screamed the same three things, though his words were slurred and he was stumbling as he ranted at the house that was across from him. He hoped she could hear him, how dare she have up wards?!