17th Fix

[techno_mancer]

[Thanks to being at stage three, Quinn really messed stuff up with his best friend in town. He's wrestling with a lot of feelings that a chill and in-control guy like him never deals with normally, and still being under the secret-blurting effect, really wants to get this off his chest to someone. The problem is that he doesn't know who to go to

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[striped_biceps]

[But.

Cyuss likes beer. So he's at the grocery store, too. And for whatever reason, hasn't spotted Quinn yet...but his cart is full of beer. And wine. And a few ingredients, since he wants to cook. But mostly alcohol.]

[techno_mancer]

[Ohgodwhatnotalready.

Oh geez, Cyuss, that's a worrisome amount of booze. But he should sneak away before he gets seen. Yes. Sneak away like a 6'8" beanpole sure can sneak. Right into that display of cereal boxes.

Crap.]

[striped_biceps]

[Woah. That definitely catches Cyuss's attention. He didn't really expect to see Quinn here, but...damn, that was a spectacular fail. And now he can't exactly sneak away either.

Damn you, cereal!]

Hey, uh...you okay?

[Not talking about yesterday. At all. Ever.]

[techno_mancer]

[Scooping up the boxes. Sob.] Y-Yeah, man, I'm fine. My head's just not on my shoulders. Or so it feels.

[striped_biceps]

[Just think. Soon, Cyuss will have an eagle doing all of this work for him! BT]

Yeah...same here. Hopefully, this won't be going on much longer.

[techno_mancer]

[Lucky :T

Quinn talks while putting the boxes back to conveniently avoid eye contact.]

Seriously, man. Ya know, I'm hopin' I can talk to ya once this's all blown over, like a civilized person. If you'll let me. I mean, I could do it now, cuz I don't think there's anything else worse I can blurt out at this point.

[striped_biceps]

[Not this shit again.]

Yeah. I don't really want to talk right now, I just came in to get some booze.

[techno_mancer]

[He looks back to Cyuss, then the cart full of beer, then back to Cyuss with a sheepish smirk.] Did ya leave any for the rest of us?

[striped_biceps]

There's plenty left. I'm just stocking up in case this all goes on for too long.

[Awkward.]

What'd you come here for?

[techno_mancer]

[He picks up his own dropped carton of cigarettes to show him.] The usual. I think I need another carton though. Maybe some of that, too. [Points to the cart.]

[striped_biceps]

Well, this is all I came for, so I guess I should get goin'.

[Yeah. Can you feel the awkward, Quinn.]

[techno_mancer]

[Yeah, he can. It's bothering him. But he doesn't want to make things worse, so he'll let you go.]

... Alright, man.