Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself
Who: Rufus, with phonecalls to at least Scarlet, probably Reeve
When: Day 46, evening
Location: Gongaga
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Done for the day, Rufus curls up with a bottle of whiskey and a cell phone.
Note: Working assumption that he is back from his visit with Red by evening and that he obtained Cosmo Canyon whiskey while he was there. Possibly Red XIII gave it to him. Haven't gotten far enough into that log to know. Anyway, he got it somehow.
As much as it was good to have a break from everything, Rufus hated having nothing to do. He could invent something of course. He always could; there was never any shortage of papers he needed to look at or people he needed to contact for some reason or another or--but it was all trivial at this point. Katana was keeping track of his father, Tseng was taking care of Hojo, Scarlet was working on her weapons, Reeve was dealing with the fallout of the mess Sephiroth caused, and Rufus was... doing nothing.
Well, aside from making a valiant effort at getting himself very drunk. He downed another mouthful of pleasantly burning liquid. Cosmo Canyon whiskey, he would note, was every bit as good as he had ever heard. Admittedly, he wasn't entirely tasting it at this point, and any form of alcohol would have the desired effect. But it was, in fact, good.
And it did help--to make everything seem nicely fuzzy and blessedly unimportant for a while if nothing else. The headache he had been experiencing constantly from the time he heard word of his father's reappearance was temporarily gone. It would be back tomorrow, he knew, with a vengeance. He didn't really care. He was sick and tired of that headache and there was nobody around to tell him that drowning it in alcohol was a bad idea. Even Dark Nation seemed perfectly content to be curled up asleep in the corner. Yes, he probably would have been equally content with his master waking him up, but Rufus didn't feel like bothering. He didn't feel like doing much of anything right now. Didn't feel like thinking. Doing and thinking were for... other people.
That was wrong. He was the one that was supposed to be thinking and doing things. He was the one that was supposed to be in charge of everything. He was the one who really shouldn't be sitting around getting himself plastered. He knew he was being stupid and irresponsible. He took another drink.
Setting his glass down on the nightstand, he flopped unceremoniously onto his bed, peering at the animal in the corner.
"Do you like being alive again, Dark Nation?" he asked, getting no response. "I'm not sure I do," he commented almost silently a moment later, his voice trailing off to silence again until his brain wrapped back around that statement and determined that it needed clarification. "I mean me being alive, not you." The animal replied by sighing softly in his sleep. Comforting, Rufus thought bitterly.
He rolled over, finding himself situated on top of a very uncomfortable lump, which he discovered after a moment of fidgeting was his cell phone. He stared at it for a long moment before picking a number from his phonebook and calling someone. He didn't even bother to consult the list for a name. He was just calling... someone. He just hoped it wasn't Tseng. He didn't want to hear the lecture.
[[OOC: Tag to Scarlet. And apparently drunk!Rufus is very, very long-winded...]]
When: Day 46, evening
Location: Gongaga
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Done for the day, Rufus curls up with a bottle of whiskey and a cell phone.
Note: Working assumption that he is back from his visit with Red by evening and that he obtained Cosmo Canyon whiskey while he was there. Possibly Red XIII gave it to him. Haven't gotten far enough into that log to know. Anyway, he got it somehow.
As much as it was good to have a break from everything, Rufus hated having nothing to do. He could invent something of course. He always could; there was never any shortage of papers he needed to look at or people he needed to contact for some reason or another or--but it was all trivial at this point. Katana was keeping track of his father, Tseng was taking care of Hojo, Scarlet was working on her weapons, Reeve was dealing with the fallout of the mess Sephiroth caused, and Rufus was... doing nothing.
Well, aside from making a valiant effort at getting himself very drunk. He downed another mouthful of pleasantly burning liquid. Cosmo Canyon whiskey, he would note, was every bit as good as he had ever heard. Admittedly, he wasn't entirely tasting it at this point, and any form of alcohol would have the desired effect. But it was, in fact, good.
And it did help--to make everything seem nicely fuzzy and blessedly unimportant for a while if nothing else. The headache he had been experiencing constantly from the time he heard word of his father's reappearance was temporarily gone. It would be back tomorrow, he knew, with a vengeance. He didn't really care. He was sick and tired of that headache and there was nobody around to tell him that drowning it in alcohol was a bad idea. Even Dark Nation seemed perfectly content to be curled up asleep in the corner. Yes, he probably would have been equally content with his master waking him up, but Rufus didn't feel like bothering. He didn't feel like doing much of anything right now. Didn't feel like thinking. Doing and thinking were for... other people.
That was wrong. He was the one that was supposed to be thinking and doing things. He was the one that was supposed to be in charge of everything. He was the one who really shouldn't be sitting around getting himself plastered. He knew he was being stupid and irresponsible. He took another drink.
Setting his glass down on the nightstand, he flopped unceremoniously onto his bed, peering at the animal in the corner.
"Do you like being alive again, Dark Nation?" he asked, getting no response. "I'm not sure I do," he commented almost silently a moment later, his voice trailing off to silence again until his brain wrapped back around that statement and determined that it needed clarification. "I mean me being alive, not you." The animal replied by sighing softly in his sleep. Comforting, Rufus thought bitterly.
He rolled over, finding himself situated on top of a very uncomfortable lump, which he discovered after a moment of fidgeting was his cell phone. He stared at it for a long moment before picking a number from his phonebook and calling someone. He didn't even bother to consult the list for a name. He was just calling... someone. He just hoped it wasn't Tseng. He didn't want to hear the lecture.
[[OOC: Tag to Scarlet. And apparently drunk!Rufus is very, very long-winded...]]