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[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

House inna bar!

High on Vicodin. And nearly out.

Craving milkshake and onion rings. Bar provides both with a copy of Michael Crichton's Prey for his reading pleasure.

He's in a chair by the piano. Thinking about playing after he eats. Feel free to approach.

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[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

"That's not..." He closed his eyes, rubbed a hand ove rhis face.

"I trust you, Allison. I wouldn't...If we do this, you're going to see a side of me...No one but Wilson has seen for a very long time. It's going to be ugly. And it's going to be hard. Itr's going to be hard fr me to remember that I trust you nce the cravings kick in and..."

He brought his cane up to his head. "What the fuck am I doing? I can't do this. Forget it. Deal's off."

[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

"Deal's off? What deal? I just want to help. And I can. You're more of an asshole than I thought if you won't let me. I'm bound anyway so I'd be here whenever you needed me. All I care about is that you get what you want, find someone to help you. If you want to kick it then you should. " she smiles.

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

"I'm not doing it. It's stupid. I was stupid to even think it." He draws the bottle out of his pocket. It's too early for another dose, but he'd double dosed plenty of times. Sometimes triple.

He uncapped it, poured both pills into his hand.

[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

"Well, it was a smarter idea than getting fed up and taking the pills anyway. You don't need them right now anyway. You just can't think of anything else to do, so just put em back in the bottle. Or better yet give them to me. " she holds out her hand. "I don't think overdosing yourself is gonna make you feel any better. And you know I'm right. Masking something doesn't make it better."

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

He glared at her for a moment.

"It would take a hell of a lot more than two pills if I wanted to overdose." A lot more than two.

He looked down, as if studying the pills in his hand.

"Fuck. Take the god damn things." He dropped them into her open palm. "But don't blame me if I tear you apart looking for them later."

[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

"I know that, but the prescribed dose isn't 'as many as you want, whenever you feel like it', either." She glares right back at him and clenches the pills in her hand.

"Maybe I should take them, then you have nothing to look for and if you tore me apart it wouldn't matter. Oh, that's right, I don't need them. And the way you've been ogoing they aren't what you need either. "

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

"Don't mock me, Allison. You have no idea what this is like." He gestured almost violently at his leg. Of course she knew more than most how it affected him because she worked closely with him. She'd seen the shadow of pain cross his face more times than he could count. She'd seen how difficult getting up and down was at the end of the day, no matter how much Vicodin he swallowed.

"And we both know you'd be on the floor if you swallowed both those pills. And I'm not mobile enough to get doen on my knees to help you."

[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

"No, I haven't lived with it, but you, I know what you're like. That's all that matters." she grins slightly.

"I know that, I haven't built up the tolerance to it like you have." she wasn't mocking, just a point of fact.

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

"Whatever. Get rid of those pills before I claw your eyes out. Ton'y sbartending tonight (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/5664441.html) and I want to talk to him. You might want to mov eyour stuff to my room. The fun'll start in about three hours."