Lounge - Misery and Drinking Games
Who : Neville, and anyone
When : Wednesday August 29th, 11:00
Where : lounge
Rating : TBA
Summary : Neville is drinking; anyone else can join him, and games, perhaps...
Neville looked down into his empty glass, smiling wanly. He couldn't possibly do this...he was falling apart. What had happened yesterday...and he had to keep it to himself. He poured more alcohol into his glass and sipped at it, closing his eyes tightly. It was strong; too strong for him, but that was what he needed. Unconsciousness. He knew his dreams would be back tonight; he was always more susceptible to nightmares when his nerves were frayed, and tonight he felt he needed to stave them off.
He drank alone...for now. He looked away to each of the bedroom doors, then turned back towards his glass, considering it, tilting it this way and that in the light, then taking another mouthful of the rancid liquid, feeling it burn all the way down.
He took a deep breath and leant forwards to put his glass down on the coffee table, then leant back, lifting his hand to cover his eyes. It wasn't nearly enough. He'd be here for hours...
When : Wednesday August 29th, 11:00
Where : lounge
Rating : TBA
Summary : Neville is drinking; anyone else can join him, and games, perhaps...
Neville looked down into his empty glass, smiling wanly. He couldn't possibly do this...he was falling apart. What had happened yesterday...and he had to keep it to himself. He poured more alcohol into his glass and sipped at it, closing his eyes tightly. It was strong; too strong for him, but that was what he needed. Unconsciousness. He knew his dreams would be back tonight; he was always more susceptible to nightmares when his nerves were frayed, and tonight he felt he needed to stave them off.
He drank alone...for now. He looked away to each of the bedroom doors, then turned back towards his glass, considering it, tilting it this way and that in the light, then taking another mouthful of the rancid liquid, feeling it burn all the way down.
He took a deep breath and leant forwards to put his glass down on the coffee table, then leant back, lifting his hand to cover his eyes. It wasn't nearly enough. He'd be here for hours...