Drinking time is not always fun and games. (open)

[truebornbanacek]

What do you get when you cross a long, explanatory visit of what needs to happen with a relationship situation with a little bit of guilt and a lot of lack of knowledge of how the whole relationship deal works

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[dimension_bitch]

Somehow, Yuuko has found his apartment. And somehow, she also knows that he's slowly drinking himself into a stupor.

Well, she knows that feeling, at least, but she's usually not depressed along with being drunk.

She knocks on the door brightly.

[truebornbanacek]

"Come in. I don't care who it is. Just come in." The best way to describe his voice would be 'defeated'. Followed shortly after that word would be 'very drunk'.

[dimension_bitch]

She opens the door and steps inside, searching him out, then sitting next to him on the couch after moving his legs to create room.

"Hello, my dear. You'll want to drink water with that."

[truebornbanacek]

He gestures vaguely towards the kitchen. "I'll get it when I need it," he mumbles, just a little indistinctly. He's actually using contractions now - he must be very drunk.

[truebornbanacek]

"I was drinking that," he says, a little whinily. "Don't drink my alcohol. It helps me stop thinking. I don't WANT to think right now."

[dimension_bitch]

"Well, you won't want to think anymore either tomorrow. Because your head will feel like it's splitting. Trust me." He's such a lightweight, really.

[truebornbanacek]

Judging by the bottles he has gone through, it's surprising he's still conscious.

"Good. Don't want to think. I don't understand why I have to choose everything, when.. I can't! S'like picking between a Dire Wolf and a Kingfisher. They're both good, y'know?"

[dimension_bitch]

"I know." Haha she really doesn't, not put like that. But she gets the general sentiment.