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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:31 pm
As thoguh turning on a mental dime, he scooped up the fallen flute again, clutching it as preciously as Sasha had at one point before looking up to Rep with watery eyes. "R-right now, you're my best friend."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:41 pm
Rep jutted a lip and gave Jerry a long suffering look, but one that was far less malicious than usual. "Aye. Aye. Right up until you get my booze and then I'll be back to King Arsehole-go-die-on-a-mission."
He got up and brushed himself off, giving the grave a nod, as if saying goodbye to one of his old pre-island friends, turning back to Jerry. "But whatever. I'll indulge you with my ******** ample generosity. C'mon"
And with a heavy sigh, he turned on his heel back towards the dorms.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 7:04 pm
Jerry drew in a deep breath, gathering up his guitar and tucking the flute box under his arm. Slowly, he shambled after Rep, his expression unreadable.
Inside he was screaming.
But it would be okay soon.
He would feel okay.
He wouldn't get in trouble, he wasn't going on a mission, and who would notice or care anymore?
Everyone who did care was dead.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 7:19 pm
Rep figured there was no better time for a booze than when he was feeling like this anyway, like he could no longer trust his own thoughts or they'd be dissected and judged by the personality in his head.
<> he mentally snarled, clenching his hands into fists, picking up his pace as he beelined straight for his old dorm without a word, only when they neared it stating. "This stash stays between us right? I don't want people knowing where I keep my stuff. Its not an open bar, I need this s**t."
Fishing in his pockets he produced his keys and unlocked the door, the room within at some point had had the floorboards replaced and hardly smelled of damp at all. It was stacked with various junk Rep had accumulated from around the island like some sort of kleptomaniac. On the bed, nestled next to his storage stash of hot chocolate and whipped cream was his pride and joy, a spread of various bottles of whiskey and vodka, and a few other spirits.
He sat down on a slightly damp damaged chair with a bottle of Sambuca and gestured at the stash. "Help yourself. There's glasses in here somewhere if you don't want to drink it straight."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 7:40 pm
Jerry debated his options.
He chose the whiskey- a Scotsman would know good whiskey.
He stood before the glimmering army of bottles, attentive and waiting, then stared down at the unbroken cap on the one in his hand.
"A hundred and four days." He muttered, staring as the liquid gleamed a deep amber under it's label.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 7:49 pm
"Why the ******** did it take you so long? If you know down to the day you must have been ******** craving it." Women he thought. He bet it was down to Sasha, women were always trying to exert control over men, and these days the guys always let them. He opened his own bottle and drank it straight - it burned wonderfully. "There's no harm in a ******** drink."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 7:52 pm
"Mmm."
The cap was twisted off, and the bottle up turned. His adam's apple bobbed as he drank, quick, thirsty gulps.
He finally pulled back with a hiss from the sting, letting cool oxygen evaporate the chemical on his tongue, eyes closed as he waited for it to deliver it's blessed punch to his brain.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:04 pm
Rep nodded approvingly, as far as he was concerned, alcohol was medicine for the emotions and he had never seen the harm in that. His stash was about the best thing he could offer the other sun hunter. When pride and masculinity got in the way of talking over problems, sometimes you just had to help a bro out with a round or two.
"The first ******** sip's always be best. I used to use the burn to tell when it was kicking in, when I couldn't feel it any more I was half-cut. These days, takes a lot more than that to get ******** drunk." He took another swig, it felt that every time he did, just a bit of the constant clenched rage he carried around with him loosened a bit. It was one of the only ways to relax.
"So like, now you have drink in hand. What happened?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:12 pm
Jerry opened his mouth to speak, but only a strangled cough came out.
It took him a few moments to recover.
Rep was talking. had asked him something. Right. "You... you have good taste," He wheezed, shaking the now half-empty bottle.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:19 pm
"Of course I do. And not just in ******** drink either."
"But aye, Grants make good whisky." he stated, not missing a beat, eyeing the bottle with just a hint of respect. "I forgot you could hold your drink." At the man party he'd been otherwise distracted, and the memories afterwards had been hazy.
He took the distraction as a hint to let the Sasha thing slide for the time being despite his curiosity. What did it matter really, there was backstabbers everywhere, even in his head. He was just fortunate to have found two people who weren't. And the key had been not to involve women at all, everything they touched turned to disaster. Tracey being half female made a world of sense.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:33 pm
"My tolerance... isn't quite what it used to be... but with Fear Shields, who the ******** knows anymore." He certainly seemed to relax, marginally, moving to slump against the wall and slide to sit on the floor. He took another swig, a smaller one this time, if only out of habit, but as the bottle pulled away he moaned, "What is with... girls and... and kneeing me in the privates? Seriously."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:38 pm
Rep interrupted himself mid-swig to sputter. "I ******** know right? My first day here, that was my ******** welcome. Its ridiculous. Thankfully not ******** multiples though, what did you do to earn that?" he couldn't help but cringe sympathetically.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:46 pm
"By... by all medical evidence I gave my life to protect her, and how did she repay me? K-kicks me in the nuts and sleeps with H." He raised his bottle again. "And Sasha... Sasha I don't... I have no idea what I did. I ******** cared too much. B-barely looks at me and finally invites me over j-just so she could... could knee me where she knows it'll hurt. And just cause... cause we're crazy Fear-imbued super humans or whatever doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:00 pm
It took Rep a moment to realise who Jerry was referring to with the first person he described. He'd never known that Candace had slept with H while they were still together. He curled his lip and was about to launch into a very animated tirade about how he felt about adultery when Sasha was brought up.
"Wow. That's ******** special." he waved the bottle vaguely in Jerry's direction. "Didn't take too much intelligence to figure something was up on twitter when she was ******** ignoring you, that s**t was horrible to watch."
The usual terse anxiety had eased off a bit and he felt a lot more relaxed, rambling a little as he explained. "H gets so many women because women all deep down like to be with a b*****d. Nice guys like you are like... well they like it for a while but the minute they get away with being pushy that's it, they go looking for the guy who is going to tear them down whenever they get too ******** arrogant, remind them of their place. Underneath. Ultimately its their ******** loss though because those bastards are always going to get tired of them, I know I did."
"Next time a b***h tries to knee you, blow them through a wall. You are a sun and a ******** great one at that, remind them. Seems harsh, they'd respect you for it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:12 pm
Jerry's brows furrowed as he watched Rep speak, staring at his mouth in utmost concentration.
"s**t, man.. I can't... I can't understand a thing you say sometimes."
He managed to get a few words through the thick accent, at least, and shook his head as he leaned back, carefully set the bottle down, and pulled the flute into his lap.
"I couldn't. I'm just... I'm not like that."
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