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[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*sits and very quietly gets drunk*

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[randomtastic.livejournal.com]

Hey man, you alright?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*shrugs and pours another glass of scotch*

I will be.

[randomtastic.livejournal.com]

Wanna bitch about it?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*tosses his drink back and shakes his head*

Not much to tell. I fucked up, hurt someone I love, and now they won't even talk to me.

*eyes him, a little unsteadily*

You even old enough to be in here, kid?

[randomtastic.livejournal.com]

God, that sucks. Sorry didn't work?

No. *He says moving to take a seat next to him.* I won't tell if you won't. *He said with a little grin.*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*snorts and raises a hand to the bartender*

Glass of milk for my friend here.

*goes back to drinking*

[changed-canvas.livejournal.com]

"Takes a seat beside the man, and orders a shot of whiskey*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*glances at her, then goes back to his drink*

[changed-canvas.livejournal.com]

*Tosses back her shot, while attempting to act indifferent to the glance*

Looks like you feel as shitty as I do.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*fills his glass again*

Guess so.

[changed-canvas.livejournal.com]

*Pours herself another glass, and empties it with the first swig*

I'm also guessing that you don't want company, right?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*shrugs and raises an eyebrow...for a chick, she sure can slam back the booze*

Free country.

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

*walks in the pub and sits down, apparently not noticing Anson, and orders three shots of vodka*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Arthur is easy to spot in a crowd, with his mop of red hair and tall, angular frame. Anson glances up, his first instinct to prepare himself for an argument. Arthur has obviously figured out where he is and that he's drinking too much again, and he's come to take Anson home.

He watches in astonishment as Arthur walks right past him, apparently not even noticing Anson's there. Anson stares, his astonishment becoming downright shock when the bartender sets three shots in front of Arthur. Vodka, by the look of it. Arthur picks the first shot up and drinks half of it, then sets the glass back down. He always takes his shots in halves, it's a quirk of his. A few moments later, he downs the rest, then reaches for the second shot.

Anson gets up and makes his way over. He stands beside Arthur, his arms folded.

"What do you think you're doing?"

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

Arthur suddenly notices Anson coming over, but the sting of the vodka keeps him from wanting to care about it.

He drinks half of his second shot and frowns. 'Same thing you're doing. Apparently.'

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Anson's mouth drops open.

"What? I wasn't...I just..."

He sighs.

"Arthur. Baby, come on. Will you just stop?" He puts a hand over the glass as Arthur reaches for it. "You don't have to do this."

[le-gamin.livejournal.com]

Arthur speaks lowly, looking at Anson’s hand. 'Don't cause a scene,' he says through gritted teeth, looking up at Anson with fierce eyes. 'And don't be a hypocrite.'

He picks up the shot that Anson doesn't currently have his hand over and drinks from it.

'After I finish these, I'm going home.'

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Anson stares at Arthur for a moment, then slowly takes his hand away.

"I'm sorry. I thought..."

He watches Arthur drink the shot. His eyes look old and sad over the rim of the glass. Suddenly, Anson is gripped by horror, so strong it nearly brings him to his knees.

How did we get here? The both of us, like strangers, drowning our sorrows in booze?

It's an eerie flashback to the night they met, in a pub very like this one. Only now, instead of coming together, they're falling apart.

Everything's falling apart.

"Come home with me now," he hears himself say faintly. "Please." He shakes his head. "This isn't us. This is wrong. Everything's wrong."

[darkling-charm.livejournal.com]

*enters the bar like he owns the place. He doesn't, but he damn well gives off that vibe.*

*from the bartender, he orders some horrendously expensive whiskey*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Anson looks up as the man enters. At first, his attention is captured more by the choice of whiskey than the man himself. Anson sits back, finding himself studying the stranger. Anson's never seen him before, but there's something about him. An almost regal air, as if he's visiting royalty who just happened to choose this particular pub to go slumming in.

Anson watches him a moment longer, then shrugs and goes back to his drink.

[darkling-charm.livejournal.com]

That would be an apt sort of description. Gustav would certainly agree. He was also perceptive and had certainly noticed Anson's interest in him.

So he watched the other man in his turn, eyes unreadable over his glass of whiskey.

Finally, he speaks, his voice cultured and in tones suggestive of the Old World, "was it that bad?"

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Anson looks up, surprised. He'd been lost in his own thoughts and hadn't heard the man approach.

Green eyes study the stranger, then flicker away. He shrugs.

"Yeah."

[darkling-charm.livejournal.com]

He invited himself into the seat next to Anson.

Actually, it was more like he appropriated it as his. But either way...

"What happened?"

As if he expected Anson to simply tell him.

Which. That would be exactly it.

[doya-wantme.livejournal.com]

Having fun?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*shrugs and goes back to drinking*