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i'm not dead//just floating

Jan 05, 2010 15:08

WHO: Helen Magnus/talldarkmilfy & Jan Valentine/bitchin_beanie
WHERE: Helen's clinic!
DATE: Evening of December 5th.
WARNINGS: Rated J for Jan 8|
SUMMARY: JAN CAN'T GET DRUNK AND THAT'S TERRIBLE, HE NEEDS A DOCTOR. Also he's dead.
STATUS: Closed; ongoing

( i'm not scared//just changing )

helen magnus, jan valentine

Comments 11

bitchin_beanie January 7 2010, 04:45:27 UTC

I paid extra special attention as the door opened itself, and damn, I was not fucking disappointed. A grin spread across my face, and I made pretty much no attempt at all to hide the fact that it wasn't exactly the broad's face I was looking at.

"Valentine," I said, too distracted to even give my loud, showy introduction. After a few seconds I finally glanced back up toward her face again, and thought enough to thrust a hand out. That grin still hadn't gone anywhere. "Jan Valentine," I amended, "Real nice ta meecha."

bitchin_beanie January 7 2010, 16:58:44 UTC

"Oh, yeah. All for getting started." It was hard not to laugh as I said it, but I made a noble attempt and slipped past her inside with just a snigger instead. I didn't make too much effort to keep any sort of distance between me and the broad, and definitely didn't mind brushing past her as I headed into the clinic.

...What was I here for again?

bitchin_beanie January 7 2010, 20:58:18 UTC

I didn't spare the room much of a look, seeing as my attention was still pretty firmly elsewhere. But much of a look or not, it took me only a second or two to target the closest chair and slump down into it. Everyone has a talent, and me? I can get comfortable anywhere.

Her question reminded me of the whole reason behind the visit just enough to be able to answer. "I dunno, a week ago?" I guessed, and frowned. "Two, maybe?"

bitchin_beanie January 13 2010, 12:09:07 UTC

I waved a hand at all the listed processes and shit. I didn't care what the fuck she did, I just wanted to get drunk again. Or at least figure out why it suddenly stopped working, that would work too. "Less since I figured out it ain't fuckin' working. Before that, maybe..." I paused to think about it, then hazarded, "Five beers a night? Less on the days I gotta work. More on the days I'm drinkin' to get drunk."

bitchin_beanie January 14 2010, 03:00:07 UTC

Sit quietly? I don't even know the meaning of the words together. But I do my best anyway, leaning back and watching with just a little interest as the broad works. "That actually gonna do any good?" I can't help but ask, and do it doubtfully. It's not easy to see the connection between a cuff on my arm and my booze problem.