[For Babe]

[fourforone]

I've seen the bottom of one too many bottles of alcohol is the problem. No, wait. That's not the problem, that'd be the solution I'd been driving at and I even had one of those pretty bottles clutched in my hand as I stumble back to the Homestead (I went to the Boarding House first, but it's still up to crap

Comments

[yo_babe]

It's the crashin' body against the wall that pulls him from his book. He can hear it, echoing down the halls and it reminds him a certain sound and he don't like it. He places the book aside and pushes his sheet from his knees and gets out of bed, still in his shorts and t-shirt.

He doesn't get but halfway to standing when Buck comes staggering inside, so drunk off his ass, Babe has to wonder how many he's had. He watches in worried silence as Buck knocks back another drink and he feels guilty for not bein' wherever it was Buck's been drinking, probably alone from the looks of it. Buck's voice is rough and his speech is slurred. Before Buck can go and do somethin' stupid like trip over his own feet, Babe gets up all the way and catches him around the torso with one arm, his free hand groping for the bottle.

"Bed's this way, big guy," he says, carefully maneuvering Buck in the right direction. That's gonna be one helluva hangover.

[fourforone]

I stumble and laugh loudly at that, a too-loud 'whoops!' filtering through the room and echoing off the walls as I do my best not to stagger and tip over. I'm a big guy and Babe ain't built like I am. If I topple, I'm taking us both down and drunk or not, I know that one.

"Thanks, buddy," I mumble when the bed's coming up and I had a bottle of alcohol, didn't I? Where the hell am I putting things. "I wake you?"

[yo_babe]

"Nah," Babe shakes his head. "Nah, I wasn't asleep." He tries not to look too worried and manages not to, but only because he has to help Buck get to the bed. Yeah, he could take advantage of Buck's drunkeness and bring him to the cot, but doesn't.

"Here we go," he grunts out once he's sure that if Buck's gonna fall, it'll be on a mattress. He slips from under Buck's arm so he can flop right on it down if he wants to.

[fourforone]

I stumble slightly and do fall, but it's onto the mattress. Cept, that just reminds me of the whole situation, seeing as Cain built this room and I groan as the room spins. "He's getting married," I mumble, barely audible and hardly coherent. "Cain, my clone. He's getting hitched."