A jump to the left and we time warp, right?
WHO: Conner, Erin and Rory(?)
WHEN: Early ass morning (2am), Monday the 9th of August
WHERE: Rory’s place
WHAT: A drunken big brother tries to beg for forgiveness in the middle of the night.
RATING: Angst and Drunken Guy
Enough was enough. It had been a week, a whole fucking week and Erin hadn’t answered any of his calls, voice mails or texts. Conner was worried, he was scared she left the country again, terrified she was disowning him as he thought about it and he was also out of food, cigarettes and alcohol.
With his last bit of Guinness stashed into his flask and a cigarette bummed off a regular at the pub Conner stumbled his way from his flat (nearly breaking something on the way down the fire escape) all the way to the nicer part of the city where Erin was staying. Hopefully she was still staying there at least.
After getting lost several times, ranting and near crying the entire way, losing his cigarette, falling off the curb, then taking several minutes to even gather the will to think about getting up, he finally made it to the condos and up to Rory’s door.
A swig from the near empty flask and a sputtering cough that masked a hiccuping sob and he was ready.
“Erin!” He slumped against the door, beating on it heavily with one fist, not caring if his loud, slurred voice bothered any of his elder sister’s upper class neighbors. “Open da facken doo’, please? ‘m s’rry!”
WHEN: Early ass morning (2am), Monday the 9th of August
WHERE: Rory’s place
WHAT: A drunken big brother tries to beg for forgiveness in the middle of the night.
RATING: Angst and Drunken Guy
Enough was enough. It had been a week, a whole fucking week and Erin hadn’t answered any of his calls, voice mails or texts. Conner was worried, he was scared she left the country again, terrified she was disowning him as he thought about it and he was also out of food, cigarettes and alcohol.
With his last bit of Guinness stashed into his flask and a cigarette bummed off a regular at the pub Conner stumbled his way from his flat (nearly breaking something on the way down the fire escape) all the way to the nicer part of the city where Erin was staying. Hopefully she was still staying there at least.
After getting lost several times, ranting and near crying the entire way, losing his cigarette, falling off the curb, then taking several minutes to even gather the will to think about getting up, he finally made it to the condos and up to Rory’s door.
A swig from the near empty flask and a sputtering cough that masked a hiccuping sob and he was ready.
“Erin!” He slumped against the door, beating on it heavily with one fist, not caring if his loud, slurred voice bothered any of his elder sister’s upper class neighbors. “Open da facken doo’, please? ‘m s’rry!”