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arcanarumlogs2012-11-29 08:05 pm
scotlandthebrave) wrote in arcanarumlogs2012-11-29 08:05 pm
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Make sure to keep my distance...
Who: England & Scotland
When: November 27th
Where: The pub.
What: Drinking. Lots of drinking. And bros being bros.
Warnings: Er. Language? Probably violence too.
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Once he'd got over the name of the place and actually ventured inside, it wasn't a bad place. William had situated himself at a table, one with a good view of both the bar and the door, and had obtained a bottle of whiskey. He'd learned his lesson from his previous escapades and was taking this one slowly, not wanting to get close to killing himself again.
Aah, the thought of that being a possibility.. it was enough to unnerve him all over again as he thought of it, and he knocked back the half-shot still remaining in his glass, before pouring another. A low cough escaped him as the alcohol burned a path down the centre of his chest to his stomach, the sound catching around his already damaged lungs. He really needed to quit smoking.
Then, in walked his little brother. William watched him with eyes just a shade darker green than the younger man, and when he was noticed, there was a moment's pause before he shifted and nudged the chair across from him out in silent invitation, imagining up a second glass and setting it down.
When: November 27th
Where: The pub.
What: Drinking. Lots of drinking. And bros being bros.
Warnings: Er. Language? Probably violence too.
---
Once he'd got over the name of the place and actually ventured inside, it wasn't a bad place. William had situated himself at a table, one with a good view of both the bar and the door, and had obtained a bottle of whiskey. He'd learned his lesson from his previous escapades and was taking this one slowly, not wanting to get close to killing himself again.
Aah, the thought of that being a possibility.. it was enough to unnerve him all over again as he thought of it, and he knocked back the half-shot still remaining in his glass, before pouring another. A low cough escaped him as the alcohol burned a path down the centre of his chest to his stomach, the sound catching around his already damaged lungs. He really needed to quit smoking.
Then, in walked his little brother. William watched him with eyes just a shade darker green than the younger man, and when he was noticed, there was a moment's pause before he shifted and nudged the chair across from him out in silent invitation, imagining up a second glass and setting it down.
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"Aye."
Of course he had a smoke, who did England think he was talking to? William pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed them across to the other man, neglecting to mention that he could have just thought up his own. He didn't object to sharing. Not right now.
"Knock yerself it."