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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 10:02 am
It was maybe sometime in the middle of the night. He couldn't quite remember the time.
Or the day, for the matter, hardly even his own name, or where the hell his room was. He knew he was on the floor of Deus, somewhere, but whether he was on the first floor, the basement, or somewhere in between was subjective. Head spinning, a pleasant numbness spreading across him, Chance staggered down the hall, one hand stretched out, fingers splayed against the wall to keep himself vertical. His other clutched a small paper bag.
He debated calling someone, then decided, in his alcohol-addled mind, that it would probably be a bad idea. Or maybe it was a good idea and he was saving it for ******** ******** ********," Chance mumbled, half to himself, a little laugh escaping him that came out more of a giggle. He stumbled forward a few more steps and then fell to his knees in front of a random door, trying to figure out how to make his legs work properly.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten himself so incredibly smashed - Chance much preferred to get a light buzz, keeping his wits about him - but at the current moment, he couldn't remember practically anything, so that was beside the point.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 2:57 pm
Otto walked down the hallway, coming back from a late shift. He let out a yawn, rubbing his shoulders as the days work made him sore. Something dark was in the otherwise brightly lit hallway. His eyes narrowed as he got closer to the lump. The lump soon looked a lot like Chance. "Y'alright?" Otto asked carefully as he approached.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 3:06 pm
If he'd been sober, he would have heard the footsteps. As it was, Chance wasn't aware that anyone was coming down the hallway until Otto was right in front of him, his voice sounding slightly like he was speaking underwater. It took several seconds for Chance to process that there were actual words coming out of his mouth.
"Ah," he said, and smiled brightly up at him. "Ottttttoooo. My friend. Right? That's you, isn't it?"
Chance attempted to stand, failed miserably, and slid back down the wall again, onto the floor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 3:33 pm
Oh no. Chance was wasted. Like, can't even stand kind of wasted. "Oh boy.." He grumbled, leaning down to heave the man up to stand by grabbing his arm. "C'mon. Yer goin' to bed." He scolded.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 3:37 pm
A hand tugged at his arm, and Chance obediently attempted to get to his feet, staggering upwards and swaying dangerously. His fingers clutched at the sleeve of Otto's shirt to keep his balance.
"Don't wanna," he said primly. Or at least, an attempt at primness. "I don't sleep, 'memeber?"
At least he was vertical now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 5:08 pm
"Pretty sure you could pull it off in your condition." Otto grumbled in return, holding onto the taller man's shoulder. If Chance got too stubborn he'd simply let him fall on his a**. Or face. A shame, but a great punishment. "C'mon. Don't be stubborn." He started trying to lead Chance to his room. "Had one too many?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 5:20 pm
For some reason, it made him laugh, Chance swaying a little, but he was managing to put one foot in front of the other properly enough to walk in a semi-straight line (kind of). He slung his arm around Otto's torso, attempting to keep his own balance.
"Maybe," he said, like they were sharing a secret, except his voice was normal pitched instead of a whisper. "I just kind of like, you know, the booze was really good, and I just kept...drinking..."
His head was spinning. Maybe lying down was a good idea after all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 5:37 pm
"Party of one?" He asked some more, slowly guiding the man down the hall. "When I drink? I do it when I'm sad. I try not to no more. Ain't good for ya."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 5:40 pm
"Just me, just me, just a party of me," Chance said in a singsong sort of voice. "And I'm not sad, I'm just, I really like booze."
It wasn't entirely true. He slanted his head sideways. "But Otto, Otto, don't be sad, okay, I don't want you to be sad, sad is bad, it's really bad."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 6:02 pm
Otto frowned. More so than normal. "Yeah yeah. Sad is bad." He rolled his eyes. This boy needed to sleep something awful. He found Chance's dorm. "Got your key, or is it open?" He asked while trying the door.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 6:33 pm
"Sad is always bad," said Chance importantly. "But it's even more bad when it's you - oh," he added, as they reached his door, which Chance gave a scrutinizing look, trying to figure out if it was really his or not.
"Open. I think. Maybe."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:42 am
Otto gave Chance a scrutinizing gaze. A long one. Finally he heaved a puff of air, rolled his eyes, and tried pushing the door on his own. "Why were you wanderin' the hallways? Did you drink at someone else's place or the bar?" He was sure why he kept trying to make him talk. Maybe he wanted answers. He was a little concerned, only because he'd never seen Chance drunk before. They'd had drinks together before, but they'd never gotten s**t faced. Maybe this was a new form of sleep aid.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 1:17 pm
The door was indeed unlocked, and it fell open quite easily. Chance readjusted his grasp on Otto and gave a little snort, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of his room. It was as plain as ever, quiet and empty.
"I, er, went off the, uh, whatchamacallit," Chance murmured, making no move to take a step forward. "Off - off the island away from this place, far away."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:48 pm
"You really need to start decorating in here." Otto murmured, dragging Chance's sorry a** inside. "It's like coming home to a hospital." So Chance had gone off island. He wondered where, but assumed a bar. Or a club. He recalled him saying he'd done so before. "Well, it's nice to get away." He'd be leaving the island soon to get things for his reno. But work came first. "Okay, c'mon. Get ur a** into bed." He could smell the booze on him. It made him wonder if he'd ever been irritating to anyone and smelling of booze. He hoped not. Otto lead the man to his bed and tried easing him onto it, hoping he wouldn't have to bargain him to do it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:37 pm
"I don't have anything to...decorate..." Chance said, a thought forming inside of his mind, but then he lost it as it slipped away once more. He stumbled in alongside Otto and obediently crawled onto the bed without needing much encouragement.
His hand reached out though, fingers closing around one of Otto's wrists.
"Hey," said Chance, smiling beatifically up at him. "You're not leaving, right? Right Ottttoooooo..?"
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