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[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

I really, really want a drink.

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[writer-mel.livejournal.com]

Take a walk.

To a meeting.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

What if the meetings are part of the problem?

[writer-mel.livejournal.com]

Find a different one? Think about why that is?

But no drinks.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

*gives him an overly serious look* Stay strong, Anson. Mind over matter, after all. Don't think about the clinking of the ice cubes as they slide in the glass, how that sound is like angels laughing. Don't think about how the bottle feels just right in your hand, like it's a perfect fit, or how cold the liquor tastes in your mouth and how warm is is in your stomach. Don't think about any of that, or about how good it feels when you've finally wet your whistle and everything sort of rights itself around you again.

ooc: sorry, muse kind of wouldn't let me not come over and bug Anson. Feel free to tell him to fuck off

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*glares at him and backs away*

Shut up! Leave me alone!


ooc: hahaha, no, it's cool with me.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

"I'm just trying to help you." He lets his brow furrow, doing an excellent job of mimicking concern. "You're in need, Anson. You have the craving for drink pulsing through veins, only getting stronger with every beat of your heart. I just want to be here for you, help you fight back the desire to just taste one little drop, one little belt of the stuff to get yourself steady again."

He bites his lip, letting his eyes go wide and innocent -- this is so much fun. "I just want to be a friend to you."

[campjesus]

What's up buttercup?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

The meetings aren't working. They're just making it worse.

[campjesus]

Why?

[wordssalad.livejournal.com]

But you don't want to want it?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

No. No I don't.

[wordssalad.livejournal.com]

What's making it worse just now?

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

Bebe...*hugs* What's wrong? Talk to me.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Baby, I'm sorry.

*wraps his arms around him and rests his head on Arthur's shoulder*

I'm just stressed out. It'll pass.

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

Honeybun, you have nothing to be sorry about.

Why are you stressed out? Just talk about it. *rubs the Ansonshoulders*

[onceasinner.livejournal.com]

So have one, you pussy.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Oh, fuck you.

[onceasinner.livejournal.com]

No thanks, don't know what I'd catch.

[msg-ina-bottle.livejournal.com]

Because that will solve everything.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*sits down heavily and sighs*

I know, I know.

[msg-ina-bottle.livejournal.com]

You're still acting stupid.

So...why should I care?

[bethka-moya.livejournal.com]

So have one. *hands him a yummy chocolate shake, and then sips her own*

What's up?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

I...

*shrugs and takes a sip, then smiles*

Mmm. Thanks, Elizabeth. How you been, princess?

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Why?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Sam. Hey.

*smiles*

Haven't seen you in a while. How you been?