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Jul. 21st, 2016 02:25 pm
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Hex was Drunk. He'd been drunk for all of yesterday and the day before. He'd called off sick to work, claiming he had picked up norovirus- not unheard of for a medic. That allowed him time to make himself well and truly ill. He had started with pints, then pints and shots, and today he was on vodka neat. Doubles, now. He didn't sip, he gulped them down, then sipped water to help stay hydrated. He hadn't been to the gym, had barely even eaten. All he wanted to do was to be blind drunk and not think of what a selfish, awful, evil man he had been making that wish.

He had hurt his best friend in the world, a man he loved truly and deeply. How could he be so selfish? How could he be so low? He questioned himself over and over and when the questions stopped the inner accusations began. You're evil. You're filth. You'll never have anything more than lovers and they don't even care about you.

"Another," he said to the bartender.

"One more, then you go home, mate," the man replied as he poured another double for Hex.

He picked up the glass and wated how the vodka licked up the edge and clung like syrup. Then he downed it all at once. In a moment of clarity, drunken as it may be, he wrote a text to Q, then promply deleted it. The man would be so disappointed in him and he couldn't take another mate thinking he was rubbish.

Date: 2016-07-21 09:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jeepers_creepers
Over the chatter and music of the bar, there was a slow and rhythmic tapping as Jenna made her way inside. A little flirtation and a smile had a rather large looking man guiding her over to Hex, and she offered her thanks before sitting down beside him.

"I've been worried," she said. "I've never had a room mate, but I'm pretty sure it's bad news when they're out at all hours, drinking, avoiding you... Have I upset you?" she asked.

Though Jenna knew she hadn't.

Date: 2016-07-21 10:07 pm (UTC)
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"I know scum," Jenna replied. "You're not scum."

She waved at the barman, asking for a drink for herself... And a cola for Hex.

"Tell me what happened."

Date: 2016-07-22 08:27 pm (UTC)
jeepers_creepers: (jenna)
From: [personal profile] jeepers_creepers
The server brought their drinks, and Jenna paused to request a few cherries- Even though her drink didn't come with one.

When they were alone again, she turned her attention back to Hex.

"What did you do?" she asked simply, popping one of the cherries into her mouth.

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Date: 2016-07-21 09:50 pm (UTC)
kersen: (male: hot)
From: [personal profile] kersen
Kersen was also drinking. He wasn't as drunk as Hex, but he'd had enough that he was pretty sure that the bartender was about to cut him off as well.

But he might die in a few days, he was allowed. Right?

He'd done the good things, the heartwarming things. He'd gone to see his friends. Been reminded that there were people who cared about him. And he'd made reassurances. Too many reassurances, because when it was all over and done with it all came crashing down on him and he just felt scared.

He'd thought about calling Michael. But he didn't want anyone to know how scared he really was.

He hadn't wanted to drink like this in Jazzmin, either. Didn't want his employees to know what was wrong. So he'd come to this random bar instead. He'd even tried to make himself feel better by looking good - tight leather trousers, tattoos visible, purple eyeliner. It didn't work.

He glanced over at the hot guy sitting a few stools down, clearly having as bad of a night. He saw the bartender cut him off. "I was thinking of moving on too," he said.

Date: 2016-07-21 10:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
"I - " Kersen looked genuinely surprised. Though he wasn't sure why, it wasn't like he never got hit on by random guys. He just didn't get out that much. And he usually wasn't this drunk, which was why he didn't turn him down immediately like he usually did.

Because, let's face it, pulling random humans who had no idea he was a vampire was a bad idea.

But he was drunk, probably going to die in a few days, and this guy was really, really hot.

"I actually um, I work at a bar not far from here, and I've got an apartment there. So how about mine instead, and a free bottle of the good stuff?" It also meant he could gulp down some bottled blood once they got there.

Date: 2016-07-22 01:45 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
"Me too," said Kersen. "I've got a decent reason at least. How 'bout you?"

He had a brief fantasy of just hauling the man into a bathroom at the bar and biting him.

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Date: 2016-07-22 10:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
John was on the prowl. Not for booze (not in the mood), not for sex (he technically had a fiancé for that), not for company (not his style). Almost stalking down streets in search of his prey, John had tried the local gyms first, then moved to the bars in desperation.

Sliding up to the bar next to the man, he stood with his back to the bar so he could better see the crowd, cover the exits, notice any trouble. "You're a hard fucking man to find," he pronounced, and looked annoyed at the effort. "It is Hex, right? It's sometimes tricky to recognise people through the bottom of a bottle."

Date: 2016-07-24 01:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
Oh, Jesus. John groaned inwardly. This was not the way he wanted to have this conversation. Turning around, he placed his hands on the bar, body language more approachable, less distant, a deliberate move.

"Bobby didn't mention you were a drunk, let alone a miserable one," he observed, before running a hand through hair that was now more of a dirty blond-brown, the dye job having grown out somewhat. "Someone should make sure you get home, you're in a rough way." And then he glanced significantly at the bartender, to make sure no more drinks would be served, and to scold the guy for letting it get to this point.

Date: 2016-07-25 08:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
John's arm instantly moved to support the other man, hooking around his waist with a grunt. Guy was heavy. Probably because he was built like the proverbial. "No," John said firmly, but with a bit of a rueful chuckle in the shake of his head,"you're not. And you can't."

"You better tell me where you live, because otherwise I'm just gonna stand here holding you, and that would give me a reputation." John had already decided he had to make sure the guy got home okay.

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Date: 2016-07-22 01:54 pm (UTC)
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Dutch walked in arm in arm with a couple of girls, laughing and clearly already tipsy. They hit the bar for drinks, and it was only after ordering her gin and tonic that Dutch spotted Hex a little way down the counter. She told the girls she'd be back, then walked over to her old friend, grinning. "Hex!"

It didn't hit her just yet that he was drinking alcohol, and that that was weird.

Date: 2016-07-26 01:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hardertohide
She draped her arm around his shoulders, clearly happy to see him. "Just here for a drink with some friends. What aboutcha?" She only then clocked on to the fact that it was alcohol in front of him. "Off the wagon?"

Not that she was going to push; it was his business, and none of hers. She certainly wasn't going to judge, given her lifestyle.

Date: 2016-07-27 01:13 pm (UTC)
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"Nah," Dutch shook her head. "If you sound this depressed about it, you're doing it wrong. You wanna join us, remember what fun is? We were going to hit a club afterwards."

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Date: 2016-07-30 11:22 pm (UTC)
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Q seemed to come out of nowhere, quiet and calm as he perched himself on the stool beside Hex.

"I'll have a rum and coke, he'll have the same- Without the rum," he told the barman, who nodded his approval as the fluffy haired boffin turned on his stool to face Hex.

"I would scold you, but I imagine there's no point while you're in this state."

Date: 2016-07-30 11:46 pm (UTC)
quartermaster_q: (reflect)
From: [personal profile] quartermaster_q
"Clearly," Q replied. "So, you're going to drink that cola, get some caffeine in you, and then I'm going to escort you home."

Date: 2016-07-30 11:50 pm (UTC)
quartermaster_q: (all in black)
From: [personal profile] quartermaster_q
"Do you want to talk about it?" Q asked, his tone softening slightly. "Or would you rather ignore it tonight, focus on something else?"
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