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[labayamesa]

WHO: Cuba [labayamesa] & Canada [true_north_will]. OPEN. {+ Denmark [yndigt_land]}
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: North Wing, Room 20.
WHAT: Cuba is having a really hard time dealing with this god-forsaken place without some sort of nicotine-rich outlet to calm him asides the medicine he has been forcefully prescribed. He turns to the only nation he can honestly trust with his woes. . .he's

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[yndigt_land]

The first thing he did when getting out of bed was trip on the bedclothes and fall flat on his face; not even frantic clutching at the night-table helped him as he fell hard with a loud curse. Even though he no longer wore the brace on his arm, such a sudden use of the muscle made it sore, and he cradled it a little, rubbing the joint and wincing

[yndigt_land]

". . . yeah. Hate bein' away from home too, not knowing what's happening. . ." Denmark took another drink even though Cuba hadn't said any particular thing, the habit having settled in while they played their little game.

"Wait they, " he gasped some, hiccuped some, "they tol' you you got a wife?" He laughed a little giddily in disbelief.

"s'twisted." He watched the other tapping his index finger on thet able as if transfixed.

[labayamesa]

Cuba was not sure he should be insulted at the others laugh after he followed up on the wife subject. The idea already made him upset but the idea of the other insinuating something else about him through the ordeal made him a little more upset, it was something that pricked at his nerves, but something he felt like there was no sense in getting worked up over. A wife indeed! With a mug like his? Ha.

He swallowed another drink, but obviously was far behind the other as he pulled the glass away and watched how the Dane watched his finger, which he stopped when he noticed how focused he was on the tapping. He silently wondered how the medications they were giving him would react in his system and if he was not far behind the blonde.

Making the solid choice to slow it up just encase he had to act, he set the glass aside and looked at the other. "Yeah. . .very," was all he could say.

[yndigt_land]

While Denmark hadn't meant it that way, Cuba had no way of knowing. The other was too drunk to function normally now, and he sat with his head in one hand, elbow propped up on the table as he massaged at his temple. If he took one more really good, long swallow, he'd probably be done. The risky combination of alchol and sedatives was not enough of a deterrent to a nation who by all rights and purposes considered himself nearly immortal.

But no, the disbelief in his voice was more at the sanctuary staff who would try to convince them of the most outlandish things. Families, children? Please. His family were his brothers and the nations with whom he'd had a hand in seeing reach their full strength, as brief as the relationship had been in some cases.

It was beyond belief, the audacity of these nurses and doctors. He sipped a little more of the useful alcohol.

[labayamesa]

The silence was not unwelcome but it was something that seemed to be the solution to a situation that no one ever really seemed to be quite sure what to say exactly. Cuba was currently regretting bringing up the letter and the concept that he had a family floating around somewhere in the world. Stupid, moronic lies. He suffered because of the idea of some civilian family being fabricated for his sake and then the idea of the false doctors that plagued the hell they had been brought too just simply creating these things to confuse them. It was enough to make him mad, but he said nothing, and simply clenched his fists, looking out into the rest of the kitchen before taking another drink and cursing quietly at the harshness of it.

Even the words he thought were confusing so he tried to clear his mind and focused back on the Dane who was drinking far quicker than he and far more at the moment.

". . .You a'right?" He murmured, not bothering to part his lips too much, knowing it was a stupid question to ask, so he winced.

[yndigt_land]

". . .Mmm. . .nnh. . .uh-huh." He wasn't actually. Standing would be a bad idea and taking a few steps would be even worse. Still, he nursed that drink, not willing to, even for a minute, confront this lame reality anymore.

He took another sip, then another, only to realize that the glass was now empty. He set it down and laid his head on the table.

Yes, he was fine.