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see, the sea wants to take me
Apr. 2nd, 2014 10:45 am[mid-February, dated just after this thread]
Erik shamelessly hid in the garden until he could be certain Charles had similarly taken himself somewhere they wouldn't chance running into each other again, then made a beeline for his room and the very nice bottle of gin Jordan had given him at the holidays. He'd used it sparingly, but still, he didn't think half a bottle would be nearly enough to drown the clamor of guilt and anger roaring inside his head.
Viciously, he hoped he was giving Charles a headache, if he was even still in the hotel.
The thought of drinking himself into a solitary stupor was morbidly attractive, but also horrifying at the same time. With no distraction to keep him from wallowing in the emotional sludge Charles's presence inevitably dredged up, he would end up either in tears or making a destructive mess of some part of the hotel.
Luckily for Erik, there was one person in the Nexus whose company he enjoyed no matter what mood he was in, and she also happened to be someone who would join him in an early afternoon drink or five without needing an excuse. Snatching up his phone, he fired off a quick text.
I need a drink. I need several drinks, actually. Meet me upstairs before your holiday present is all gone.
He didn't think it would take him long to start spilling his guts to her, but he might as well pretend he was better off than he was, for as long as he could keep up the act. While he waited he went and filled the ice bucket, then dropped a few cubes into a pair of tumblers and filled them halfway with gin, just in time to hear the urgent rap on the door.
Erik shamelessly hid in the garden until he could be certain Charles had similarly taken himself somewhere they wouldn't chance running into each other again, then made a beeline for his room and the very nice bottle of gin Jordan had given him at the holidays. He'd used it sparingly, but still, he didn't think half a bottle would be nearly enough to drown the clamor of guilt and anger roaring inside his head.
Viciously, he hoped he was giving Charles a headache, if he was even still in the hotel.
The thought of drinking himself into a solitary stupor was morbidly attractive, but also horrifying at the same time. With no distraction to keep him from wallowing in the emotional sludge Charles's presence inevitably dredged up, he would end up either in tears or making a destructive mess of some part of the hotel.
Luckily for Erik, there was one person in the Nexus whose company he enjoyed no matter what mood he was in, and she also happened to be someone who would join him in an early afternoon drink or five without needing an excuse. Snatching up his phone, he fired off a quick text.
I need a drink. I need several drinks, actually. Meet me upstairs before your holiday present is all gone.
He didn't think it would take him long to start spilling his guts to her, but he might as well pretend he was better off than he was, for as long as he could keep up the act. While he waited he went and filled the ice bucket, then dropped a few cubes into a pair of tumblers and filled them halfway with gin, just in time to hear the urgent rap on the door.
