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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 12:39 pm
Damian watched his best friend's face, he watched as it went from hopeful to pitying. It was the pity that killed him. He looked away then his lips tugged down in a frown. Silver eyes didn't meet Carter's bright green ones until the other man spoke again.
He rather him be happy? He thought about that for a moment. What made him happy? If he was honest about it he had a good time when he first started drinking, when he was sixteen and it was exciting and daring even just to get buzzed. But even then had it made him happy? Hooking up with other buzzed girls had been awesome, and being the life of the party that had been awesome too, but the question still remained had it made him happy? He suppose it had at times, but it always went away the next morning with the hang over and then it started all over again at the next party. It wasn't really true happiness, it was fleeting and he had to constantly chase after it until he was drinking so much that he was coming home plastered and making unwanted advances on his boyfriend. He closed his eyes the hand that wasn't holding Carter's rubbing his forehead. He had sunk to a new low.
Lowering his hand from his face he stared across at the bluenette, squeezing his hand. "I'm positive," He paused, biting his lower lip. He was thinking about the kiss, and how it had felt. That...that had made him happy. He almost told Carter that, he wanted to tell Carter that he made him happy, but he stopped himself. He was drunk last night, and he wasn't completely sure if all that good feeling was fabricated by the alcohol or if it was how he actually felt and he didn't want to lead Carter on in case it was just the alcohol. "Drinking doesn't make me happy, it just makes me a jerk."
There was a moment's pause and then he squeezed Carter's hand one last time before letting go as he stood up. He glanced at the fridge then back to the bluenette. "I'm going to take a shower." He paused then made himself continue. "While I'm in there could you clean out the fridge...please?" He had restocked the fridge with beer after the last time Carter cleaned out his stash, but he hadn't been ready then. He wasn't completely sure he was ready now, but he was making the decision himself while he was sober so he figured that had to be a good start.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:34 am
Carter watched Damian closely, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Did he say the right thing? The wrong thing? The bluenette waited for Damian to say something, looking quite relieved when Damian finally answered him. He couldn’t hide the grin that crossed his face at Damian’s admittance, quickly biting back the vocal agreement as he shook his head. It wouldn’t help Damian to agree with the fact that, yes, drinking did make him a jerk.
His mirth faded when Damian pulled back and stood up, then made his request. Carter looked up at him, his eyes going wide. “You want me,” he began slowly, “To please clean out the fridge? The very same fridge that contains milk that may or may not be extra chunky at this point? With leftovers left over from a week ago? With things too horrible to even imagine chilling out in there?!” Carter groaned, slowly rising from the table. “Fine, but you owe me big time. Don’t use all the water, I’ll need either a very hot or very cold shower depending on what exactly I find in there.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:54 am
Damian arched a brow and he couldn't help but laugh at Carter's description. It sounded like the fridge needed to be cleaned anyway. "Yeah, that fridge." Stepping over to Carter's side he wrapped his arm around his shoulders squeezing lightly in a one-armed hug.For a moment he stood there before he could force the words out. "Don't forgot to throw out the booze too." The words hung in the air, maybe it wasn't the best idea to try and force himself to go cold-turkey, but it was better than the thought of going to AA meetings or something. Could you even go to AA if you were underage? He didn't want to find out.
Remembering that he had planned to take a shower he let his arm slip away from the bluenette's shoulder and he started to head in the direction of the bathroom, sipping his coffee. Hopefully the shower would chase off the last of his hang over.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 10:50 pm
That fridge. When was the last time either one of them had braved its chilled depths for longer than necessary? It was habit to open it up and snatch at what they wanted before slamming it shut. Carter didn’t want to think too much of what else was in there.
...Or maybe it was just him that did that. He was, after all, doing his best to become faster with his hand-eye coordination. Given that he relied on punching to attack as a senshi, why not?
Carter looked up as Damian half-hugged him, the bluenette slipping his arm around his waist to return the gesture. “I’ve got it. You can count on me.”
He dropped his arm, waiting for Damian to enter the bathroom before standing up himself. He knew this was important for Damian, and that it needed to be done. But... the fridge? Carter tried to put on a brave face as he approached it, telling himself to hold his breath once he opened it.
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