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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 19, 2015 20:04:29 GMT -5
What the hell? Skylar had gotten drunk countless times without anything like this happening. What had happened? He looked at the so-called nurse and accepted the potion more out of confusion than any real willingness to cooperate. He willed himself to remember, but couldn't recall what he'd done last night.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 20:19:00 GMT -5
With the man quiet, Katia was able to get things in order. "I'll allow you some time to talk if you wish," she told the two, then looked specifically at the Defense professor. "If you get him worked up, I will ask you to leave. Otherwise, I'll check back later." With that, she gathered empty vials and pulled a curtain around the bed for privacy.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 19, 2015 20:25:32 GMT -5
"I don't know a lot of the details, Michael said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I came down for a snack and you were talking to Wynne. You proposed. She told you to try sober, and you left. You pulled your wand and refused our help, tripped, fell, sent a wayward spell, and hit your head." And that was the basic idea of what had happened.
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 19, 2015 20:36:04 GMT -5
Skylar let out a low groan of profanity and brought both hands to his face to rub out the weariness. He wanted Michael to say he was joking, but the man sounded annoyed and not a bit mischievous. You proposed. Sh~, there went ever looking Wynne in the eye again. You pulled your wand and refused our help. He must have been pissed and f~ing insane to pull a wand on Michael. And yet, Michael apparently hadn't been the one to knock him out.
"I don't know what happened," he said, lowering his hands again. He started moving, slowly, intending to sit so he didn't feel so damned exposed. "I'm not doing that again," he swore.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2015 11:39:25 GMT -5
Michael reached out and pushed Skylar back down gently. "Stay down," he said. "I really don't want to get in trouble for you moving and dying or something." He wasn't sure if Skylar was as bad off as Katia claimed, but he wasn't about to risk it. "I think there were a lot of things that happened last night that you shouldn't do again. Like drinking."
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 20, 2015 12:38:10 GMT -5
"Not that much," Skylar agreed. He had no intentions of giving up alcohol entirely, but he'd be more cautious in the future. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten blackout drunk, and he didn't like it a bit. "I'm getting too old for this sh~."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2015 12:50:10 GMT -5
"Obviously," Michael said, leaning back in his chair. "Ember can stay in the tower as long as necessary and whenever you need, but I'd rather not have you coming by when you're that drunk again. Katia said you could have some serious damage. Rehab-type damage." Maybe this would be the straw that led to Dare setting some limits on his interactions with Skylar.
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 20, 2015 13:12:30 GMT -5
Skylar felt like sh~ even with the alcohol out of his system, but he'd felt worse. And he was nearing thirty years old. Of course there was crap that came with aging, especially when he lived as hard as he had.
"That nurse doesn't know sh~," Skylar said. He wanted to sit, but if Michael was just going to push him down again, it wasn't worth the effort. "Men have lived longer than me doing the same sh~ every day." And he only did it now and then, when he started getting pent-up. He looked over at Michael. "I'll start picking Ember up the next morning," he said. Whether he was drunk or not, the same as his Knight Bus use.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2015 13:24:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, the next time you get that drunk you might not end the night somewhere as friendly as my floor," Michael pointed out. Other people wouldn't hesitate with their wand like he had. "You've got to do something. Every few months something happens, even when Wynne isn't involved." Yes, he'd brought up the governess.
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 20, 2015 13:29:13 GMT -5
"That's life, Michael," Skylar said. His brows drew together slightly. "You've got to have figured that out by now." Michael hadn't had an easy life either. Things could mellow out, but they always dropped at some point, something always happened. Then it would mellow out again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2015 13:35:22 GMT -5
"Well, if life happened on your own time with no other consequences, I wouldn't give a damn," Michael said. When it involved a wand pulled in his home, his friends, and his own well-being, he didn't have much choice but to stick his nose in. "But it doesn't. Friends don't just let each other do stupid things that put them in danger. I've told you before to come to me if you need something."
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 20, 2015 13:41:58 GMT -5
"I don't need anything, Michael!" Skylar barked. He winced at the pain it caused and only just restrained himself from yelling. He took a few hard breaths and when he spoke again, the words were tightly controlled. "You can't give me back what I lost, and you can't f~ing save me!" He didn't want to work for the g~damned Ministry, and he didn't want to sit at home all the time counting his blessings like Michael did. The man wasn't who he'd thought he was.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2015 13:49:02 GMT -5
Michael's eyes hardened briefly and he turned his head from Skylar. Obviously the man needed something. For some moments, he considered just leaving. Standing and walking out of the room, leaving his friend to his defeatist attitude that would lead to an early grave. He wouldn't admit how appealing it sounded just then. "I almost wish I could get drunk you to talk to sober you, because he's apparently got a better handle on what you actually want out of all of this," he said instead when he finally looked back at the bed. "Sober, your head's too far up your arse."
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 20, 2015 13:55:35 GMT -5
"F~ you," Skylar said, annoyed at Michael's preaching. He started moving to sit again, unable to lie still and just take what he was given. "Fine, I want Charlotte, is that what you needed to hear? This is all f~ing pointless! I had her, I could've had everything and I sh~ on it because I f~ing trusted someone!" His own father, who'd trusted his manipulative b~ of a mother.
Skylar's head began to pound, but dammit, he wasn't taking this. "I want what I can't have and I'll never f~ing have it! I'd rather be f~ing dead and if I die in a duel, at least that's how I was supposed to go!"
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2015 14:03:11 GMT -5
"And now you want Wynne, and to do right by Ember," Michael said, eyeing Skylar with a level gaze. This time, he didn't move to press Skylar back. Maybe if the man's brain decided to give him a cluster headache he'd take the possibilities seriously for once. "Sure, you could go off and die in a duel tonight, but that would be a little pathetic when you've got a chance for better. No one was born to die in a duel, Skylar, you just hate yourself so much you won't try anything else."
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