Right now you can't tell, Primeval, Pg-13
The First outing of my first OC.
TITLE: Right now you can't tell
FANDOM: Primeval
PAIRING: Gen
GENRE: Some light Angst. Poor Deacon
TABLE: Second Week over at prompted_quill
PROMPT: 3. "So how long has this been going on and when were you planning on telling me about it?"
RATING: PG-13.
SUMMARY: Deacon tries to drown his memories but ends up telling more than he intended.
"So how long has this been going on and when were you planning on telling us about it?" Deacon looked up from the glass in his hand to the man then resolutely drained the glass and poured himself another. The guy sighed and slid into the stool next to him, signalling the barman to bring him a glass.
Deacon watched the guy in his peripheral vision as the man looked with distaste at the given glass but still, to the mans credit he filled his glass to the brim then after downing the first refilled his glass and started on that.
The guy was wearing a black tailored suit that was nothing less than pristine that looked very expensive and had jet black hair that was also neat and in well order, in total he looked extremely out of place in a bar like the one he was currently in. “God, I needed that.” The man pulled off his tie and stuffed it in his pocket in the process he cast his hair into disarray, Deacon noted the small changes took years off the man who must have been in his early forties. His attire still differed greatly from the others in the bar even Deacon himself normally dressed, in a plain white t-shit under a unbuttoned black shirt and his old faded denims. It was evident that the man was a civil servant even if Deacon didn’t remember him from one of his many debriefings of late.
“Why are you here?” He looked the guy straight in the eyes only to find a smirk an a pair of sparkling blue eyes. I’m afraid you’ll have to answer my questions first.” The man sobered up looking very serious, “How long?”“
Deacon scrubbed his unshaved face harshly with his unused hand then dragged it through his ungelled light brown hair causing tufts to spike up, right now he wasn‘t in the mode to lie, “Since I left my team.” He held his glass to his lips and took a mouth full of the transparent alcohol, quickly swallowing. He gently placed the glass down and started massaging his left bicep, letting his worn grey eyes fall closed as a troubled expression marked his face, he let his head fall forward .
“I meant-” he interrupted, no longer in the mood for this talk, “I know what you meant OK! You want an answer, fine. I started drinking three months, twelve days and about an hour ago, that was the first I’d allowed myself to think about it and it was the first time I went home. I went to my drink cabinet and drunk myself unconscious then woke up the next morning and did it all again for that entire fortnight except for their funeral. I’d rather be drunk than think about what happened. As for telling you guys, I wasn’t planning to. This won’t affect my work and I don’t drink when I’m on call so just leave it Lester.”
Deacon grabbed his jacket and strode out the dingy bar, hand rubbing his neck as he did so.
James Lester watched him leave then turned and drank the rest of his third straight vodka. “Well this one’s going to be a right fire-breather.”
ETA: Some minor change made.