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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:00 am
s**t. s**t, s**t, s**t. Damian wasn't as drunk as he thought was was. Or as drunk as he had acted earlier. Carter winced as his roommate tripped over the chair, moving to stand up. He shrank back as Damian threw the bottle of beer, jumping as the bottle cracked open. This was not good. He wanted to abscond, but he couldn't. Damian was drunk. It didn't matter how much Damian denied it, even Carter could figure out that he wasn't fit to be by himself.
And then he fell. ********. <********> Carter approached Damian carefully, keeping his eyes on him. "Let me help you up, at least," Carter told him as he extended his hand down to him. He wasn't going to ask if he was okay, nor answer him. It felt as if he was walking on eggshells, and right now Carter supposed leaving Damian to his own devices was the best option.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:01 am
Damian stared at Carter, watching him come closer. "I don't need your help, Carter" Glaring he hit his hand away, he didn't need help. He could do it on his own. He wasn't some drunkard who couldn't even take care of himself. Unfortunately for Damian, that's exactly what he was. He attempted to get up again, not realizing that his legs were still crossed underneath him. He didn't have the mental power to uncross them and keep his balance and he fell forwards. This time he managed to catch himself on the coffee table before he hit the ground, and with a lot of concentration he managed to get himself standing.
"I told you I could do it myself." He glared at the younger man, he had proved he didn't need his help so what was he still doing there? Looking away from the bluenette he stared at the fridge. Were there anymore beers? He couldn't even remember. They had had a twelve pack, but there were a lot of empty bottles on that table. He tried to count the bottles, but it was just giving him a headache.
Furrowing his brows he shook his head, which didn't help at all. "I'm going to bed, and don't even try to tuck me in or something." Slowly he made his way into the bathroom, managing not to fall this time. Once he had made it he pulled off his boxers, ******** courtesy, he was sleeping naked. Moving towards the bed he fell face first on top of it, passing out almost immediately.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:05 am
His hand wavered in the air for a moment as Damian turned him down, hitting his hand aside. Carter took a step back to give him space before slowly lowering his hand to his side, disappointment written across his face. He watched quietly as Damian finally managed to get to his feet, looking away as the taller drunk man seemed to challenge him. He couldn't acknowledge that. Yes, Damian did it himself.
He didn't want to acknowledge him, to prove him right. This whole situation felt... wrong. He couldn't do anything. He didn't know what to do. He bit his lip as Damian shambled into the bedroom, waiting until he heard Damian's drunken snores before moving to clean up the smashed bottle. Afterwards, he would quietly start on his homework, and do whatever else he could do to clean up.
It was the least he could do.
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