Aug 05, 2011 16:00
they come out to play at night
#thanoodles,
keepingher: dahlia,
teachingherto: antonia whitley,
stillthegirl: teagan ( au. ),
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wouldntthatbe: jerry redmond,
redsuitsyou: gottfrid,
tyrannise: adrian winchester,
ituncleared: lewis puckett,
creepinginmy: jack gibson & cerbos,
duplicar: salem,
itdisappeared: giles puckett,
finallytouches: robert s. hargreaves
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In fact, he is seated, with his arms folded on the bartop, face pressed down against them. He decided, why the heck not go and actually have a couple of drinks. He never really did, when he was with his wife. He knew that she liked going out, but after they got married, it was never about bars or anything, it was about dinner parties with other young couples like them. He is currently wondering if they stifled each other, or if they were stifled by the life they thought they should have lived. Either way, he probably won't actively remember these thoughts, because he has had one drink too many and is a bit sleepy.
Hence the whole. Face flop arm thing. ]
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Giles?
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... I'm just. Meeting someone here. [That's a lie, but it happened anyway, didn't it? Another pause ensues.]
... You're drunk.
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[ There is a long pause in which Giles seems to display several emotions on his face, ranging from confused, apologetic, completely bewildered, slightly sad and finally back to confused. ]
Yes. I'm a bit drunk. Sorry. [ As he apologises, he hangs his head a little, kind of like a scolded puppy. ]
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[It would be so terribly hypocritical of him if he did feel he deserved an apology; he has skipped his medication to take a drink more times than he can count, convincing himself he has everything under control as long as he makes it mathematical. The only person who knows about it then proceeds to beat him up verbally about it and makes him stop, but he eventually ends up going back. This time he's proving her (and himself) that he can come to a bar and still make the night a completely harmless one.]
Did you come here by yourself?
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[ Once again, he shrugs. ]
Not too good at the bar scene anymore, to be peeeeerfectly honest.
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You wanna get out of here?
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Gingerly stepping on the floor, for a moment Giles is quite confident that perhaps walking will not be too much of a challenge! Two steps later, he finds himself desperately clinging to another nearby stool for balance, tipping it a little from side to side. ]
See? [ Never have you ever heard such an earnest voice. ] Jelly.
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[Look at how patient he is, Giles. He's probably making up for all the times he became an insufferable drunk. Lewis gestures in his direction, stepping towards him, one hand ready to hold him up, the other expecting to be held so he can guide his brother's arm around his shoulders.]
Put your arm around me.
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He obligingly loops his arm around his brother's shoulders, leaning on him a bit heavily. In his haze of drunkness, Lewis just becomes Lewis, his brother, nothing more than that. Giles is glad to see him - part of Giles is always glad to see him, but there's a pleasant warmth about him this time, one of "oh hello familiar person am I glad to see you or what", jovial and cheery. And drunk. ]
I forgot how difficult walking could be when you're not in total control of your senses... one foot in front of the other, how hard can it be? Very. Apparently.
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It's comforting. In a weird, funny way. Connecting over being drunk. Mom and dad would be so proud.]
You didn't drive here, did you?
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[ He says, wobbling off precariously to one side. ]
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