Is there ever a good reason to get blindingly drunk?

[dean_actually]

Dean sits down at his kitchen table, it's late at night and very quiet. He picks up a notepad and a pencil and starts scribbling on it. He brought the phone with him, the extension tangled near his feet. There's an half-empty glass in front of him, a bottle of scotch, and a business card waiting near the phone. He jots down a list...St. Patrick's

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[curtwildmuse]

Your brother getting married.

Christ. *shivers at the idea and goes to get drunk again*

[dean_actually]

What's the problem?

The 'brother', the 'idea' or the 'getting married'?

Just curious.
Have one for me, too.

On second thoughts, have a couple. Or three.
This is gonna be a fucking long night.

[curtwildmuse]

*realizes he's talking too much again* It's a long story. I'll probably just have a couple or three for each of us.

[dean_actually]

Hey, I have all the fucking time in the world right now.

Wouldn't mind hearing your story. *offers hand*

Name's Dean.

[curtwildmuse]

...

*sticks his hand out and takes Dean's* Curt. And... I appreciate it, but... no, I think I'm just gonna sit on this story.

[dean_actually]

Nice to meet you, Curt.

And, hey, no pressure, I'm just passing the time, here.
We all have our little dark corners, don't we?
Or big ones *grins*

Still, I think getting drunk with you would be an experience.
Raincheck?

[curtwildmuse]

Yeah. Raincheck. Definitely. *grins a little uncertainly*

[dean_actually]

Good. Great.

You okay?

[curtwildmuse]

Sure, yeah. I always drink enough for two people. *totally serious*

[dean_actually]

Always?

Anyone in particular?

[curtwildmuse]

... *grins suddenly* Never thought about it like that. Yeah. I guess it is: my brother.

[dean_actually]

Ops. *grins back*

I think we may have more in common than just drinking.

For starters, we both got brothers, and I guess we both have problems with them.
Of some kind or another.
Off the mark?

ooc:this is very intriguing but i have to go (almost dawn here) but would love to keep chatting, yes? *looks sleepy but hopeful*

[curtwildmuse]

For starters, we both got brothers, and I guess we both have problems with them.
Of some kind or another.

You got that right.

no problem, we'll catch it as we can

[dean_actually]

*passes bottle to Curt and points at glasses*

Want some?

What kind of brother is yours? Good, bad...?

*looks at Curt, wondering if has enough to eat, wondering what he uses, because he certainly does use.*

Mine is the kind...the perfect kind, you know?

[curtwildmuse]

*hesitates halfway to a glass, then takes one, pouring liberally, giving Dean a quick glance* My brother's... *thinks* Yeah. Good. Bad. *shakes his head* Doesn't matter. He's also gone.

[dean_actually]

You mean...gone forever? *pours one for himself and leaves the bottle between them*

As in dead? *No other way to say it, is there? From the way Curt looks, there's an ugly story there. Dean doesn't mean to pry, but is willing to offer a shoulder if it's needed.*