Ivan's room

[Chiya Star]

Nash laughed and tweaked Ivan's nose. "Would you like me to leave so you can get some rest. I need to finialize a few details for a little bit mischeif I am planning for downtown Seira," Nash said with a twinkle in her eye.

 

[Aveline Jigrigger]

- Ivan grinned. "What kind of mischeif?" He asked as if he was going to tag along with her on this gallavanting adventure of misbehavior. But he did feel like crap. Maybe he should stay put for a few months.  

[Chiya Star]

"Oh, nothing more then a few water and paintball guns. But you mister, can't come with," she replied gently tapping his nose with a finger. She sat up and pulled her hair back.

 

[Aveline Jigrigger]

- "Ah well if you insist." He said, streching and then flopping back down. He yawned. "I'll just camp out here while you go have fun...with guns." He smiled.  

[Chiya Star]

"Oh, I will," she replied with a smile as she hopped down from the loft. Walking to the door, Nash thought about the things she would have to grab. "I'll be back," she said, stopping at the door and looking at Ivan. With a small smile, she turned back towards her path and ducked her head.

 

[Aveline Jigrigger]

- Ivan didnt watch her go but nodded when she said goodbye. He fell asleep again in seconds, but this time his dreams were filled with the good times of his childhood. When he woke up again he felt well enough to get some food in him. Ivan stood and climbed down from the loft in a jagged manner. His shoulder was still killing him, that and his twisted ankle and bruised ribs added to his clumsiness. He wasnt used to being so ill footed, it ticked him off. When he nearly feel over as he made his way to his cooler Ivan sighed and rotated his shoulder. He hoped that he wasnt tweaking it too badly. Life would really suck then. He walked over to his cooler, glad to notice that his ankle wasnt hurting anymore. He put his back on the wall and slid down so that he sat beside the box. He opened it, and smiled at the seven bottles still sitting there. He took one out and poped off the cap with the heel of his shoe. He drank that one in a matter of seconds and was on his third in under two minutes. Sitting by the cooler he fell asleep again. There wasnt any dreams this time, and he woke up feeling groggy. Then in his waking moments he remembered the bombing, the look on Nashes face when she saw Kaz, and what he had promised her over the phone. Ivan opened another bottle of booze. If the guilt and the failure didnt consume him the drinks would. Ivan knew that he should have stopped five drinks ago, but the simple fact was that he didnt. When that cooler was empty he looked around his room for the other few that he had stashed around the place. Thirty minutes later he was on his fifteenth bottle, and he was close to being drunk as a bagger. He stared up at the bars of his room, just thinking. He was usless. A drunk fool who couldnt think things through before carrying out a stupid idea. He could of written the book of stupid ideas. And it left him on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles and a busted shoulder. He was pathetic. Nash was out there, doing something, and he just sat at home like a bum. Ivan stood, a bottle in hand and only in a tee shirt and jeans. He planned on going out. He didnt know where, maybe just to go for a walk. While outside HQ he emptied his glass and started walking to who knows where.