What happens in quarters, stays...
::sits in jeans and a tshirt, leaning back in chair, feet propped up on the corner, paper and pen at hand for usual nighttime ritual of 'time... with Mal...' ... flips pen between fingers, toying between the writing at hand -- one of almost a couple of hundred by now -- and the memories of twice that time ago...::
::has sent the kids off to spend time with 'mama'... a few hours at least, will liven up an otherwise dull and lifeless New Year's Eve::
::just the way Jon likes them now::
::dull... lifeless... noncelebratory... plain... no dancing, no music, no food, no cleanup, no SEX... ::
::should really be no drinking, either... but hell... broke that damned promise at Christmas and look what happened...::
::nnnnnnuthin'... much, at least... runs hand through hair, nursing another quick shot of bourbon::
::remembers last year... the party, the... problems... Mal was alive... on the outside... inside was rotting away from the damned torture... which led to the first venture with the EX, which led to... him, which led to Charlotte, which led to more of... him, which led to raising two kids all alone, which led to drinking alone in quarters this year... so really, all things can be traced back to last year's damned party::
::swirls liquid in glass a little, watching it... is happy with decision this year, NO parties::
::maybe in another year everything will right itself again because of it... allow the annual karma to run its course::
::taps pen on the paper, scribbling loosely, playing thought association, as it were::
'Dear... Mal... on... this... New Year's... Eve...
...
I'm... a... stodgey... old... bastard... and... I'm getting... drunk.
...
::stares at words::
...
::crumples up paper, brushing it aside::
::picks up bottle of bourbon and glass with a few drops left, decides better not do this alone... wonders what Max is up to::
You stay, Porthos... no reason for you to be embarassed by me tonight.
::heads out the door to find him::
::has sent the kids off to spend time with 'mama'... a few hours at least, will liven up an otherwise dull and lifeless New Year's Eve::
::just the way Jon likes them now::
::dull... lifeless... noncelebratory... plain... no dancing, no music, no food, no cleanup, no SEX... ::
::should really be no drinking, either... but hell... broke that damned promise at Christmas and look what happened...::
::nnnnnnuthin'... much, at least... runs hand through hair, nursing another quick shot of bourbon::
::remembers last year... the party, the... problems... Mal was alive... on the outside... inside was rotting away from the damned torture... which led to the first venture with the EX, which led to... him, which led to Charlotte, which led to more of... him, which led to raising two kids all alone, which led to drinking alone in quarters this year... so really, all things can be traced back to last year's damned party::
::swirls liquid in glass a little, watching it... is happy with decision this year, NO parties::
::maybe in another year everything will right itself again because of it... allow the annual karma to run its course::
::taps pen on the paper, scribbling loosely, playing thought association, as it were::
'Dear... Mal... on... this... New Year's... Eve...
...
I'm... a... stodgey... old... bastard... and... I'm getting... drunk.
...
::stares at words::
...
::crumples up paper, brushing it aside::
::picks up bottle of bourbon and glass with a few drops left, decides better not do this alone... wonders what Max is up to::
You stay, Porthos... no reason for you to be embarassed by me tonight.
::heads out the door to find him::