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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...I am such an asshat.

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[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...What happened...?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[about halfway to going for the liquor, pauses.] ...Nothing you need to be concerned with at your age.

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Was it something bad?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

On my part, yeah. [tugs down a bottle of something-- he doesn't much care what it is.]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

Do you want me to keep you company?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

Only if you feel like dealing with a drunken idiot. [hi, uncorking said bottle and taking a decent swig of it.]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

I don't mind.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay. Then I hereby consider myself no longer responsible for my actions from here until I have eradicated the contents of this bottle-- and possibly as many others as I can ingest while sight is still a skill I retain --from my person. [aaand, tips the bottle backwards.]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Alright? [just watches him drink from it]

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he's kind of in an extremely bad mood, don't expect him to make a whole hell of a lot of sense. he takes another bottle down from the shelf and sets it in the table, pointing at it and leering at her a little] You touch any of this and I may be forced to hurt you. Irresponsible for my actions henceforth or not, I'm not being held accountable for a kid having alcohol.

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

It's okay to have a little bit, though.

[fononfailure]

*hug from behind time~*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[remember how Luke doesn't drink? yeah, he's about halfway to ignoring that factor. leans backward a little]

[fononfailure]

... *buries her face in the back of his shirt, holding onto it tightly.* ...'m sorry..

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[fononfailure]

You didn't force me to do anything. I knew better and yet I still did it.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[moves a shaky hand toward one of various long-necked bottles of liquors]

[fononfailure]

It's the truth. *swats his hand away gently and reaches for a different bottle.*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[sinks backward a little, trying to slide to a seated position]

[fononfailure]

She has no reason to hate you. *sinks down to the floor with him, still nestled against his back.*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[starts to shake pretty steadily]

[fononfailure]

*hugs him tighter, trying to ease his shaking.* You're one of the most honest, genuinely kind people here. You didn't even sleep with someone else! What the hell does she have to be upset about?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[really, that only makes it worse.]

[fononfailure]

*more shaking, more hugs. a vicious cycle.* ...sorry. I'm just going by what I know.. You can do it, Luke. You're strong enough to get past this.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[curls up in her grasp, trying not to hyperventilate]