how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
Even though he'd been arguing with the Doctor, even though he'd been arguing with Jack and living in a sad state of constant misery since Jay had gone, he'd still managed to get his head out of his ass long enough to go down to the Hub and sulk in private, where he wouldn't bother anybody and get it out of his system. Tonight was the last night. No more after, because he couldn't...not now, not when the Doctor was being so...so...
What was the word for frustrating again? Right. Frustrating. He was being so frustrating.
He sighed as he stared into his somethingth-or-other glass, wondering why there wasn't a shiny toy prize at the end. They really should do that. Shiny gold things under dense liquor. That'd be great.
Paige couldn't deal, no strike that, she didn't want to deal and she sat down hard on the stool next Rob, nearly sliding off of it as she did so, a hiccup escaping her. Guthries are supposed to look out for their own, to keep track, to just know. Which was why when she went looking to see if she could offer to take Sola off Jay and Padme's hands for a little extra alone time, she knew that they were gone and not coming back.
Fucking alone...Guthries don't do alone. They do together, they noise, they do death. Yussah, they do death just like peach cobbler sundaes and warm apple pie and after spending some quality time with her brother's still, alone sucked slightly less. She went to smack Chase's back and missed, hiccuping again.
"Got one for me, dahling?"
Chase scowled, but he was also wrapping his arms around Paige's waist to get her secured on the stool, thinking of things like seatbelts for stools while he went about pouring two new drinks. He'd recognized her voice obviously and of all the people on the Island, Paige probably got it way better than he did. She was the sister. And Christ...
He slid the drink over, slumping over on the stool, his posture shit. "You found out too, huh?" he muttered, cupping his glass as he sipped it slow and long, like that would prolong the good ol' burning feeling.
"Went lookin' and there aint nobody there," she answered shaking her head long and slow, accent sliding out nice and thick, the effort that it took to hide it lost in her frame of mind. She wanted them to stay, wanted family to stay, and here he was, the almost husband, now married, and she'd lost both brother and new sister and all of that one go. It sucked, and she gripped the bar, grit her teeth and gripped the glass.
"Can't hold on to them boys who got wings, never could aint no point trying. All them are singing with angels now, loud and proud," she declared, holding up the glass in an almost toast. "Here's to angels. Bottoms up."
A tossed back shot that burned and she winced slightly, slamming the glass down in a noise that clattered, nearly missing, but Chase caught it, not asking, pouring another. She smiled wide, letting out a long low whistle, and nodded, cocking her head to the side and humming off-key like always.
Amazing grace, would've been awfully appropriate for them right now, since this was nearly a funeral and everything.
[[ooc: paige & chase, sitting in the hub drinking to cope with the loss of jay & padme. order will be your pup-paige-chase. st/lt welcome.]]