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[flawedintent]

Who: Damien, Asellus, Cosmas
When: Tonight
Where: Damien's house
Rating: PG
Warnings: Booze?
Summary: Two of the few sane people in Purg come together to try and drink their troubles away. Unfortunately, it's only going to get worse.

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[thorn_of_rose]

She had tried to be stealthy, but Asellus couldn't help the clinking of bottles in her arms as she held them to her-- glass decanters of gin, rum, and port, all gleaming in the half-light of the lower level. The rum was half-gone-- though that hadn't been the case half an hour ago-- and her color was high, though she was far from anything but slightly buzzed. But something in the tone of her conversation with Damien earlier told her she was going to want to be much further in her cups before long.

So it was with a crawling sense of dread and a fire in her belly that she tapped at the door with one foot. She looked a little worn, as if she'd spent the afternoon worrying-- which she had, actually. Reddish eyes seemed to be expecting something-- or someone-- to jump out at her, scare her. The question was what... or who?

[flawedintent]

He had been sitting there for some time when he remembered that a knock on the door could not be heard from the basement. Finishing up the rest of the bottle, Damien made his way back up the stairs just in time to hear the tapping.

The door was opened, and he looked at the woman standing there. "Ah, Sellz..here, let me help you with that," he said quietly, taking two of the bottles from her so as to lighten the burden. So to speak. "Come in...I was downstairs, but we can go to the living room. It's warmer on this floor, anyway."

[thorn_of_rose]

She shifted to better hold the remaining bottle, inspecting him quietly. He looked about as tired as she felt-- and that only intensified the dread bubbling in her chest. "Whichever you like best," she intoned, still watching him. "I'm amenable to anything." And that she was; anywhere she could drink comfortably was fine by her. Stepping back to let him lead, she took note of surroundings she hadn't had a chance to notice since the day after she died.

[flawedintent]

Damien led her to the living room, stopping by the kitchen to grab two glasses. After making sure the fire was lit and fed, he made his way back to her, taking a seat on the couch. The half bottle of rum was opened, and he poured what was left of that into the two glasses.

"I'd offer my own alcohol, but unfortunately, I just finished the last bottle of wine I had left here," he murmured before taking a gulp from his glass.