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[notyourweapon]

Harry’s Hideaway.The place wasn’t busy. At least, not by it’s usual standards. Logan liked the slow nights. Right now it was what he needed. To bitch to Harry and to have a few good drinks and see how fast his metabolism could crush the alcohol in his system

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[davidshaw]

"After your wee rest call a cab," if David tried to walk home he'd pass out. If he tried to drive home he'd die. "You gonna make work tomorrow with that headache?"

"I don't think I'm going back to work. Wasn't for me, man." David pours another glass, this time missing the glass entirely. The liquid spills all over the table quickly, hitting them both. He gives up. There's not much left in the bottle anyway. He raises the bottle to his lips and drinks whats left.

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[notyourweapon]

"Bull shit. You had a hard week. Still need the money, right?"

Logan flicked his hand to get the vodka to drip of off it. Fuck he was pissed. But through an entire vodka bottle and still able to talk. Not bad. "So where to anyway? Back to Orlando's?"

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[davidshaw]

David smiles. The smile is strange, not altogether connected to the rest of him somehow.

"Logan, Logan, Logan. You're wasting the elixr of life, man. Starving children in Xanadu would give their third kidney for that vodka."

He takes Logans hand and draws it to his mouth where he licks the vodka off, sucking a little.

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[notyourweapon]

Logan watched him, one eyebrow slowly raising. He had to admit, he'd had worse from drunken people before. "You are very fucking drunk," he said, waiting until David had finished before sitting back again.

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[davidshaw]

"You're the one who tastes like vodka, man." David grins. "But Logan... I can't go back to Orlando's..." He lowers his voice to a stage whisper and beckons Logan to draw closer.

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[notyourweapon]

"You're the one who tried to drown me in it," Logan couldn't help but laugh though. He sighed dramatically and leaned forward, elbows resting on vodka stains. "Why not?"

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[davidshaw]

David slips a hand into Logan's collar pulling him close so they almost touch. "I know you might find this hard to believe, but I think I may be a tiny weeny bit drunk... and as I am supposedly all dried out - or is that washed up? - I can't go home until I smell like roses and sobriety."

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[notyourweapon]

"Yeah, that's impossible. You look pretty sober to me." Logan laughed softly. "Right, in that case ... where d'you want me to dump you when you pass out?"

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[davidshaw]

"Any street corner will do. Maybe some rich guy in a limo with pull over and adopt me." He is starting to feel not so well. "You know I could do with some air, man."

David slides from the booth and tries to stand but finds his face hits the floor before he even realises he has fallen over.

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[notyourweapon]

"Fuck ..." Logan moved and dragged David up, practically carrying him outside. He sat him down on the step. "You could do with some coffee and an hour chucking up. Don't move," and he went back in to call a cab.

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[davidshaw]

Moving wasn't much of an option at this point. In fact David couldn't so much move his hand to his face to wipe away the blood coming from his nose.

Tears came then. No solid thoughts associated with them. Just tears.

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[notyourweapon]

Logan slid down on the step. Cab was on it's way. He'd take David back to the apartment, let him sleep it off. But ..

"Shit," he'd brought a towel for the nose but the tears were a different story. Bunching the towel up he pressed it to David's nose and made him sit forward, head between his legs. One hand came up to rub his back. "Come on, it ain't that bad. S'gonna be okay."

God but he was shit at this.

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[davidshaw]

It was hard to understand what David was saying. Something about Abby and Barstow and his mother and looking like someone else and something else about Abby again.

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[notyourweapon]

Logan's hearing was a lot better than most. Keener. He made out almost every word that David said. Some of it didn't make much sense but other bits he managed to pick up and he realised that David wouldn't be happy if he remembered what he'd been babbling.

"Come on," Logan sat him back up to check his nose. Not gushing now. Just a lot of tears. "Things'll straighten out."

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[davidshaw]

"Not for me. They don't for me. Even when I try." He wanted Abby then. To come and look after him again. But that wasn't going to happen.

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[notyourweapon]

"Come on," Logan said again because the cab was there and Harry was behind them, taking the keys to Logan's bike. He'd pick it up in the morning. "Up ya get," Logan hauled David to his feet and almost dumped him in the backseat, sliding in next to him. The driver took the address and gave them a look that said, 'No more throwing up on my seats please ...'