FIC: play it, sam (but i forget how it goes)
Title: play it, sam (but i forget how it goes)
Author: hyacinthian
Rating: Eh, I'd say it ranges from G to R, really
Author's Note: All previous chapters here. Unbetaed. SPOILERS, OBVIOUSLY.
Summary: 5x09 ("Slapsgiving 2: Revenge of the Slap")
He can’t look her in the eye.
She doesn’t say one word to him all night.
It’s like Kramer vs. Kramer but he has a hard time convincing himself either of them were ever in it for the long haul and, as he downs glass after glass of wine, Lily looks at him out of the corner of her eye, concerned. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, with a smile. “I’m going to go outside for a smoke.”
She crinkles her nose, nudges him with a soft smile. “That stuff’ll kill you, you know.” He shrugs, indifferent.
He stands outside, knowing that his flask is there (inside jacket pocket). He holds it in his hand, flicks the cap off before taking a long draught. It’s times like these that he wonders if he’s at risk for alcoholism. He tops off the flask before lighting up; the alcohol winds its way through him, his blood pounding hot in his veins. Smoke curls around him comfortably -
-- it makes him feel happy.
Upstairs, Robin, on her second piece of pie, looks out the window.
Lily looks at her, “Robin, you okay?”
She takes another bite of pie. “Yeah,” she says. “I’m fine.”
Author: hyacinthian
Rating: Eh, I'd say it ranges from G to R, really
Author's Note: All previous chapters here. Unbetaed. SPOILERS, OBVIOUSLY.
Summary: 5x09 ("Slapsgiving 2: Revenge of the Slap")
He can’t look her in the eye.
She doesn’t say one word to him all night.
It’s like Kramer vs. Kramer but he has a hard time convincing himself either of them were ever in it for the long haul and, as he downs glass after glass of wine, Lily looks at him out of the corner of her eye, concerned. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, with a smile. “I’m going to go outside for a smoke.”
She crinkles her nose, nudges him with a soft smile. “That stuff’ll kill you, you know.” He shrugs, indifferent.
He stands outside, knowing that his flask is there (inside jacket pocket). He holds it in his hand, flicks the cap off before taking a long draught. It’s times like these that he wonders if he’s at risk for alcoholism. He tops off the flask before lighting up; the alcohol winds its way through him, his blood pounding hot in his veins. Smoke curls around him comfortably -
-- it makes him feel happy.
Upstairs, Robin, on her second piece of pie, looks out the window.
Lily looks at her, “Robin, you okay?”
She takes another bite of pie. “Yeah,” she says. “I’m fine.”