Thirty-six Bottles of Beer on the Floor.

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WHO: Aussie bloke and Latvian lad
WHEN: June the first
WHERE: Apartment 403, Centralia Complex
WHAT: Ages ago, a promise was made. Hours ago, that promise was broken. It's time for a drink, mates.
RATING: D for drinking, despair and drunken endeavors

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You betta' believe it~

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No need for suggestion; as Logan lifted his bottle, so too did Raivis lift his own, downing it with far more relentless enthusiasm than he had mere moments before. His roommate's vivacity was infectious, it always had been, but there was only the dark hours of the night to match Centralia's drunkard beer for beer and brief, half-lidded glances to the clock declared that those distant dawn lit hours were in fact entirely too close. Not enough time. Not enough in all the world for the amount that he wanted to spend mending the fraying nerves he'd all but shot to hell.

"M-missed you too," Was murmured into the foam of another drink- acquired with some artful wriggling out from under Logan's arm long enough for a short venture to the kitchen- preceding Raivis's collapsing against Logan with the soft sound of air knocked from his lungs. "I missed this." He gave a slightly sardonic laugh. Not intoxicated, not yet, not even tipsy, but a certain amount of bitterness leaked through with the equally as powerful lull of Trust. "...Peter's not fond of my drinking. Neither is Toris. I think you're the only one I can be honest with like this and it's- it seems funny somehow."

Another gulp for another burst of emotive anguish. "Not trying to be a lush, you know? It's just nice to be able to... relax." The bottle was tapped lightly against Logan's shoulder. "How have you been? Haven't really had the chance to... well, talk to you in a while..."

BIG BROTHER LOGAN GOT YO BACK BB

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Logan was already on his third beer when Raivis returned from the kitchen and had guzzled it down when his room mate was back at his side. He took another beer from the quickly emptying package and knew he too had to make a trip to the kitchen soon if he planned on getting shit-faced rotten. A six pack didn't even get him slightly tipsy.

"It's the grog, mate. It loosens the lips and makes ya trust the funniest of blokes. But s'harmless if ya do it with the right people. Sorta like when ya when to have a naughty, it'd be safer with a someone ya trust." He wasn't surprised Raivis's fiancé and family were against drinking, that category of people were always the most disapproving. He thought for a moment that perhaps he was being a bad influence, he was encouraging a bad habit.

But it felt relaxing and safe drinking with Raivis and it was something they both needed at the moment. Logan wasn't going to give up a good thing.

"So what I'm tellin' ya is thank ya fer trustin' me! And as fer how I've been..." Logan tried to think of a response but he was a man of the moment and at that moment, he was happy.

"I'm grouse. Right now everythin's fine, I'm not gonna even think about that car! Or that mob of black suits followin' me around...I'm gonna drink my arse off and well-" he turned to Raivis and placed his drink down to place his hands on the man's small shoulders and look at him straight in the eye.

"If anythin's ailing ya, I'll be here fer ya. Ya want to scream and rant, then give it to me, mate! I know how the rellies can get and trust me, I won't judge ya. And if anyone's givin' ya trouble just gimme a call and I'll come runnin' to ya rescue!" He grinned then ruffled his room mates hair again, only because he's too damn adorable, and returned to downing his drink, moving on to the next one.

BABY GOT (my) BACK

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Beer or familiarity, Logan's fevered hale-storm of jabbering made significantly more sense at the moment than it usually did, a change in perspective that had Raivis chuckling into his drink as a heavy palm laid waste to hair that already made birds' nests look tidy. No idea what the man meant by 'black suits' but the prospect disturbed him enough not to pursue. Strange things happened in Liberty, it was a sizable enough city. He'd dealt with enough men and women in the Doctor's office to know that their paranoia wasn't often simply a product of an imagined danger.

"Just be careful." He offered vaguely, setting his glass down, pausing, reconsidering. It was empty when he next set it on the coffee table. "I wish that worked, anyway. H-honestly, it's not really anyone else giving me trouble. It's me that's the problem."

Raivis glanced sideways, reached across his roommate to snag one of his beers with a sheepish grin. "I can throw a punch, but for some reason, Logan, I can't seem to... stop getting into trouble. Stop causing trouble for everyone else. It's... frustrating." The boy bit at the bottle cap, snapped it off and tossed it delicately onto the table by his empty tankard. "And I f-feel like such a... what is it? 'Broken record' lately."

He shook his head vehemently, squeezed his eyes shut and massaged at his temples as he willed the encroaching storm of negativity to go away. "Have you ever felt insecure about something? So much that it keeps haunting you every time you think it's finally gone?"

Sorry my responses are sucking lately orz

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Perhaps because Logan was so thickheaded, but he never noticed how troubled his small room mate was. He was never good at reading people and his head automatically filtered less manly feelings into the trash bin in his head so anything to do with pure manly instinct was the first thing that came to his notice.

But his deep care for Raivis's well being broke through that filter and Logan was made aware of the moments in life where not everything was "ace" and it's not a very "g'day".

So he actually thought on his room mate's question seriously and the first thing that came to mind was his family. Then a certain Kiwi's face popped into the picture unexpectedly and Logan had to shake it away.

"Insecure...well o'course I have. Always insecure when it comes to family..." he trailed off, not sure if he wanted to keep talking about it. It's how he could stay in high spirits all the bloody time.

He just never talked about it.

"But what about you? What's eatin' you, mate? Whatever it is, I won't judge ya."

NO MORE THAN MY TIMING, BRO.

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"Family." Raivis responded aptly, nursing his beer, lifting it to admire its fragrance while he pondered on one of life's many inevitables: Relatives. "Mostly... After all of those strange calls when I first moved here and Andrej's disappearance only a few months before mine... I've been thinking things have gotten worse since I left Latvia."

The flavor of the name was bittersweet, lingering on his tongue with a cloying, unmanageable aftertaste no amount of gulping seemed to erase.

At a kitchen table in the heart of Riga, Rihard would be divulging on a snack of pickled mushroom and Kvass. In the district of Āgenskalns, Andrejs would likely be watching his peers play futbol while he ate stale pîrâgi, dreaming of the day his aspirations for fame and fortune came to pass. Anya would be working, tirelessly, in the Nouveau districts- Alberta iela- that she loved so dearly.

Eduard was lost, indefinitely, to the masses of Europe and Toris- "Here too. I had an argument with Toris again."

A small sigh was heaved out onto Logan's shoulder. "What can I do? It seems like whenever I try to help or try to apologize... nothing works. It turns the situation around, makes it worse. Is it better to just ignore it then-? Or is there just no way to do this right?"

Raivis's hands trembled. His voice wavered between anger and agony. "Should I have even come to America? If not for you, for Toris, for... for Peter, I should just... go home..."