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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*he steps into the bar from outside, beside the lake, when the sunlight is too strong for him.

He hasn't slept.

And he hasn't spoken to Charlie since last night.

Today, he feels, will not be a good day at all.

He sits at the bar, and orders a glass of scotch*

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[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, young man."

Esme nods to him as she seats herself on the neighboring bar stool.

"A pot of tea, if you would please, m'dear."

She pours herself a cup, adding milk and sugar until it's just right.

"A bit early in the day for that, don't you think?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*he turns to look at the lady, dark circles under his eyes, eyes half-lidded from the sleepiness the sun bestows on him*

You know, you're probably right, but seeing as how I've not slept, I'll just pretend it's still night time, and that everything's not gone horribly wrong, and it's perfectly okay to drink scotch in the middle of the day.

*he doesn't mean to be curt with her; she is, after all, just being friendly, but the mood he's in doesn't help one whit*

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, yes, and that should help marvelously, I shouldn't wonder."

Esme rolls her eyes and examines the tea set for a moment.

"Besides, if your plan is to get utterly pissed at this hour of the morning, you don't want to be drinking scotch anyway."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: And I'll be back later -_-]

I can't get drunk anyway. More's the pity. I'd like nothing better at the minute. Besides, I don't like the taste of atlantean.

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

She thinks a moment.

"Well... there's always scumble."

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo, feeling some kind of staff-type responsibility, wanders up to the patron sitting at the bar nursing his drink.

"Hey. You okay?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sorry 'bout that non-reply. I'll be back online all night in about an hour or two or three. You fine to just continue in slow-time for the time being?]

*he knows Angelo through his playing with Charlie, but there's still no smile there. For the moment*

V'been better. Just having one of those crappy days, you know the kind?

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo grins wryly. "Hell yeah. You wanna talk about it?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*he sighs*

There are so many people willing to talk. And not the one I need, unfortunately. And I do believe you know who I'm having problems with.

Charlie...

*he sighs again*

[OOC: And... change of plans! Mum doesn't want on the computer now. I'll just be 40 minutes while I watch last night's Lost, so I'll be on and off and on again :P]

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo winces sympathetically. "Yeah, I kinda figured it might be. Offer stands, if you want."

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

[ooc: yeah, slowtime's fine. and no worries about the non-reply - I only posted about 15 minutes ago anyway]

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks slowly over to David's table.

"'lo, David."

*looks at his shoes*

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Morning, Richard.

*he smiles at him*

Sleep well?

[go-between.livejournal.com]

As well as can be expected........I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise.

*clenches his fists*

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Don't apologise. It wasn't your...

*he sighs*

Don't blame yourself. You weren't the only one involved.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"The first time was an accident. The second was my own doing, and for that I'm sorry. Charlie's a good bloke, and totally mad for you, and I don't want to do anything to ruin that. I'm sorry."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie trips the light fantastic down the stairs and skids to a stop when he sees David, deep in conversation and surrounded by empty glasses.

Last night he couldn't think of anything more to say to David beyond an accustion that was, he can admit, cruel and untrue. And he was so angry last night--and tired and depressed and aching--

He shakes his head. Interior monologue is not going to resolve this. Only one thing is.

He walks to David and places his hands on the vampire's shoulders, with a friendly nod to Angelo and the old lady, and quietly kisses the back of David's head. "Hate me yet?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

*whispers*

No. But you might hate me.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie furrows his eyebrows at Richard a moment, still waiting for David's reponse. "Mornin', Richard."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

*huge sigh*

Good Morning, Charlie.

*is still looking at his shoes*

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*he looks up and back, and a huge grin breaks over his face* 'Lo. And no. Just angsting over you, worrying about you.

I'm sorry.

[bloodyrockgod]

"David," Charlie says tenderly and hugs him around his shoulders. "I was an ass. My only excuse is that I was exhausted. And I still shouldn't have taken it out on you."

He hugs him again and kisses his hair, cuddling him there on the bar stool. He takes a deep breath and adds, "But we do need to talk some more, I think. I've . . . I've got things I need to say."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*his hands touch Charlie's arms tentatively, almost unbelieving that they're around him again*

I do, too. But, you know... it's not... I was... I'm sorry, Charlie; my Charlie.

*he leans against him, comfort and sanity and angst gone for the moment*

I need to tell you something too, and I hope you won't hate me too bad.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps I should tell him. It's my fault."

*is trembling a bit*he's just now made friends and has cocked it up already*

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo nods back, smiling slightly. Looks like things aren't as bad as David was afraid.