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Alec Tremont (fireworkatdawn) wrote in we_float,

"I'll be right up," he said. Alec went into the house, stopping in his room to grab a bottle, then to the room that he thought of as Jimmy's, regardless of who else might inhabit the body most of the time. He tried not to think about how many days it had been since Jimmy had had the body... it wouldn't take him anywhere good. There were drugs and alcohol in the offing, and that would make everything just fine.

For a while, anyway. But he couldn't really expect more than that.

He entered without knocking, shutting the door behind him, and joined Andy on the bench he'd created, setting the bottle of Maker's Mark between them. "I've never found a scotch that didn't taste like fellating an Ent," he said, by way of explanation.