Dec 31, 2008 23:23
Unsurprisingly, the weeks after Simpson's death had been quiet for Archie, and he was sure the same went for Bush, Horatio and Ray. He could blame none of them for it, nor himself - Jack Simpson was dead, and had taken many of Archie's demons with him, but some remained. Some always would, he feared.
The fits had begun to lessen, and with them Archie's cheer began to return, slowly but surely, day by day. By the time the night before the new year had come along - two thousand and nine, he would never stop being amazed at it - he'd been a week without a fit. This, of course, in Archie's mind, was a cause for celebration.
As was the new year, and what he'd been told would be a party not to be missed.
So, with a surprisingly little amount of wheedling, Archie had dragged Bush along with him, through the heavy snow and all to a party the likes of nothing he'd seen before in the compound. There was food, there were drinks, and merriment all around. It was precisely the sort of night Archie'd needed - and Bush needed, as well.
He had a glass of something or another in his hand when he spotted Bush again in the crowd, and made his way over, grinning away. "Are you having fun yet?"
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