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Who: ledbythewind and raizanshou
What: A confrontation that has been a long time coming.
When: The night of April 29th
Where: House 28
Summary: Richard comes home rather less than sober as a result of trying to drown his sorrows after that last experiment. Asbel... is less than pleased.
Rating: No higher than PG
[It would be a lie to say that Richard hadn't gone to the bar with the intention of getting drunk. That was what he'd planned from the beginning, hoping that if he drank enough, he'd be able to blot those twenty years of memories out of his mind again, go back to being happy and having a normal life, not... not one as dark and stained with blood and misery as his had been.
But not even nearly an entire bottle of wine had been able to erase them, merely blunt the edges for a while until they settled into a strange sort of emptiness, the very thing he'd been drinking to try to erase.
How ironic.
At least it had enabled him to make a decision he'd been wavering on for a while. Yes, everything was much clearer now... he supposed he owed the alcohol at least that much.
Unfortunately, he also owes it for his current lack of coordination, which is why he's having just a little bit of trouble with the doorknob. Damn thing... it's just being stubborn. That's all.
So much for trying to come home quietly.]
What: A confrontation that has been a long time coming.
When: The night of April 29th
Where: House 28
Summary: Richard comes home rather less than sober as a result of trying to drown his sorrows after that last experiment. Asbel... is less than pleased.
Rating: No higher than PG
[It would be a lie to say that Richard hadn't gone to the bar with the intention of getting drunk. That was what he'd planned from the beginning, hoping that if he drank enough, he'd be able to blot those twenty years of memories out of his mind again, go back to being happy and having a normal life, not... not one as dark and stained with blood and misery as his had been.
But not even nearly an entire bottle of wine had been able to erase them, merely blunt the edges for a while until they settled into a strange sort of emptiness, the very thing he'd been drinking to try to erase.
How ironic.
At least it had enabled him to make a decision he'd been wavering on for a while. Yes, everything was much clearer now... he supposed he owed the alcohol at least that much.
Unfortunately, he also owes it for his current lack of coordination, which is why he's having just a little bit of trouble with the doorknob. Damn thing... it's just being stubborn. That's all.
So much for trying to come home quietly.]