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[runningred]

Jay’s getting drunk. Really, really drunk. Not fun drunk but seriously blind, just kill me now drunk.

He’s taken up position in a corner booth, as far away from everyone else as possible. At least he planned ahead this year and has asked the rats to throw him into his room when he passes out.

He’s botherable but might not be very good company. Today is not a good day to be him.

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[mogget_cat]

There may be soft weight settling on Jay's foot.

[runningred]

Jay looks down with a somewhat drunk expression. "Hey kitty. Want some milk or something?"

[mogget_cat]

The very white cat rubs up against his ankles, purring mightily. That sounds like a lovely plan, in its opinion. Jay is clearly good company.

[runningred]

Jay flags down a rat and gets another bottle of scotch and a bowl of cat-friendly milk. He reaches down to scratch behind the cat's ear.

[mogget_cat]

Jay's booth may prove not to be so solitary, after all. The cat is kind enough, in its way - it doesn't make scritchers lean to reach it. Soon the cat is very much settled beside Jay on the seat, a warm, soft, purring weight.

[onceaviking]

Later that evening, Eric arrives. Once again, he's in black from head to toe, leather,denim, and a Fangtasia t-shirt.

He gets a toothpick from the Bar ( there's a bit of cartilage between his teeth) and looks around. He's got a folder for Jay with a couple of photos and sketches so he can come up with a security system of sorts. Eric is far happier putting it in the hands of someone not from his world and he trusts Jay. As much as he ever trusts anyone which isn't a lot, granted.

He spots Jay , takes a closer look and deposits the folder with Bar.
And then he walks across the room . Someone looks a little messed up.
What a shame.

[runningred]

Well, Jay is more than a little messed up. He's already most of a bottle of scotch down. And paying no attention to the world around him except the bottom of the glass.

[onceaviking]

"Hello Jay. You look like shit."
Eric leans on the table.

"On the upside, you seem very efficient. With the drinking"

[runningred]

"And you look gorgeous as ever." Jay quips back, raising his glass in salute.

He chuckles, dark and broken. "I do this every year. I've gotten very good at it. At least this year I can afford good booze."

[1stwitness]

"Jason", Ichabod says, showing up at his booth with a light tone but concern in his eyes, "that is a shocking way to treat good whiskey."

[runningred]

"Better to start with the good stuff. Hurts less the next day that way." Jay mutters, pouring another glass. At least he's drinking from a glass this time.

[1stwitness]

"That depends on how much of it you drink", he counters and takes a seat. "May I join you?"

[runningred]

"All of it. And more if needed." He sighs and pushes his hair back from his face. "Im bad company tonight, Ichabod. You don't want to be around me."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Jay."

X's voice is quiet, but she is capable of getting louder, if necessary.

"You are not okay."

It's the smell of alcohol. Probably.

[runningred]

"No. I'm not." He mutters pouring another and admiring the dance of light before downing it. "I am a long fucking way from okay."

"Can you do me a favour? If you see Bruce, telling to stay far away from me tonight. It's not his fault but another bottle from now and I won't care."

[cutting_edgex23]

X nods, just the once.

"I will not forget."

She falls silent for a couple seconds, studying Jay.

"Intoxication is the only thing that helps? You. With -- this."

Maybe later she will ask what 'this' is.

[runningred]

"Thanks." He snorts and pours another drink. "Best solution I've found so far. Usually followed with a serious bar fight to let off steam but here I'll settle for really drunk."

[balancingminds]

(OOC: If you're up for another thread.)

Charles spots him and sits across from him,

"Jay, if you want to be unconscious I can send you to sleep without having to worry about a hangover or bad dreams."

[runningred]

"Charles, love. You don't want to be in my head right now. It's really not safe." Because all Jay can hear and feel and smell is his own death, played out in technocolour behind his eyes. It's a fight just to keep himself sane let alone keep shields up.

{ooc: Charles is always welcome. But I apologise for being in super slow time, my computer's playing up at the moment.}

[balancingminds]

(OOC: I'm always up for slow, good luck with the computer.)

"I've seen worse, that's why I'm offering to help. Let me give you peace and calm for a time,"

This is what he's good at doing, taking away pain.

[runningred]

"If you've seen worse, I'm sorry for your life." Jay closes his eyes, trying to push back the feeling of the crowbar hitting his skin over and over.

"I've never had other option on this night. Drinking myself horizontal has become something of a tradition."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy, who has spotted him some time ago, eventually wanders over to give him a pint of water and a bucket, just in case.

"Jay? Think you've had enough there, mate." he says gently. "Why don't you come to the infirmary and have a kip, eh?"

[runningred]

Jay tilts the bottle up, pouring out the last of the scotch. "I'm good, Guppy. I've had a bit of practice with this. But thanks for the water."

[guppy_sandhu]

"What's the matter?" Guppy asks, sitting opposite. "Your liver do something to offend you?"

[runningred]

"Call it a tradition." Jay sighs. "The one day of the year it's better to drink myself senseless than think."