Oliver Pike (notafishie) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-02-02 22:39:00 |
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WHO: Pike and OPEN
WHEN: Tonight! Brain-popping on the first night. Has to be a record.
WHERE: Random bar.
WHAT: Drinking the frustration away.
RATING: Quite possibly very high.
STATUS: Incomplete
The yellow brick road would have been easier to deal with.
Okay, so Pike told a little white lie. He wasn’t handling this quite as well as he was letting on. He rarely did, initially. Sure, he’d improved his coping mechanisms since back in the day, but something this big? Alternate universe, Biblical apocalypse, vampires with souls, timeline abnormalities…it was too much. It was about the time he was talking to that guy from Sunnydale that the last straw fell. That, and when he found out that the sacrifice that had killed him all those years ago – and still killed him, every time he thought about it – was for more or less nothing, because apparently Buffy was death proof or something.
It was too much. Information overload or whatever. And when Oliver Pike reached his limit, his standard coping mechanism was to get good and sloshed. That much, at least, hadn’t changed.
It wasn’t hard to find a bar. It rarely was. Pike picked the first hole-in-the-wall with neon signs in the window advertising beer brands, walked in, dropped one of the fifties he had on him, and got himself a nice tall bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass. He took both to the table, let them drop unceremoniously onto it, deposited his beat up, faded leather jacket on the back of his chair, and plopped down into it. One hand came up to push shaggy black hair out of his face, while the other hastily popped the top on the bottle of JD and sloshed some into the normal glass. He wasn’t exactly measuring, so he had maybe two, three shots in there.
He abruptly scooped the glass up and downed the entire contents in one long gulp. He only winced a little, used to the burn of alcohol on his throat, and poured another. He’d be drinking until he either A.) processed all the information he’d been given, or B.) wound up utterly and completely wasted. Which was more likely? Only time would tell.