video. un: p.parker | the morning of september 20th (aka an epilogue to bad choices)

[madeupnames]

[There's a muffled and pained groan, one of a boy who has made terrible mistakes and is suffering horribly for it.

... And also a clear sound of someone sliding out of a bed and thumping on the floor — blankets and all, legs barely hanging onto the lip of the mattress.]


I am so, so sorry.

Comments

Private

[madeupnames]

[A bitter laugh at his own expense, as he drags the blankets back up again.]

Wouldn't... worry about me drinking too much again.

Me and liquor aren't on good terms right now.

Re: Private

[nobasisinfact]

I wasn't simply referring to drinking, however, I doubt that could even be considered a proper drink.

[Drink with Richard Peter, he's a booze snob.]

Private

[madeupnames]

Hey, it was pretty good... I mean, it was really fruity stuff.

I dunno what it was, but it tasted great.

Re: Private

[nobasisinfact]

Which is why you became so intoxicated. It's easy to forget what's inside a drink when it doesn't taste dangerous.

[He should know, fucking tea.

Also, is he suggesting hard liquor? He totally is. Come and drink his good scotch. He doesn't offer it to just anyone.]

Private

[madeupnames]

[He rubs the back of his head, grimacing.]

I — yeah, that makes sense.

... I don't want it to taste like booze, though...

[I spit bourbon all over the place, the first time I sipped it.]

Re: Private

[nobasisinfact]

[Don't insult bourbon Peter.]

Then you'll need to learn your tolerance.

Private

[madeupnames]

[Bourbon is icky, gross.

He groans.]

I'm one step closer to knowing, then.

Re: Private

[nobasisinfact]

Controlled experimentation is better and safer.

Private

[madeupnames]

[snort.]

You make it sound like a science experiment.

Re: Private

[nobasisinfact]

In a way, it is.