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as she meandered towards the fridge, he sat up with a loud dramatic groan, keeping the cool washcloth in place over his eyes. how many drinks did he have last night? lost  count around eight he supposed. head throbbing, a loud banging thunk within his temple, he tried to massage it as best he could with two fingertips. his stomach felt on the wrong side of queasy as well. but he would manage, he always did.

❛he doesn’t drink because he’s boring.❜ the handyman responded in a  completely serious tone but his one eye shone playfully. ❛and just how do you know, little miss, that i didn’t get this hangov..errr..in this condition  because -i- was fighting, huh?  you didn’t even ask you just assumed it was due to me staying out all last night drinking constantly.❜ cheeks puffed once more. 

taking the cup in hand he swirled the juice around in it a little before making a face, nose wrinkling. he held it out for her once more, eye wide and pleading, ❛so..does the doc happen to keep any ah.. juice enhancements around?❜ he inquired hopefully.

what he wanted was alcohol to mix with the juice. 

To Nina, Nicolas didn’t drink because ‘it taste bad’ to quote his own words, and he was far from bring as he would often come play with the little girl. What a very bad liar, she saw right through his game and brushed her dress under her rear to sit on the edge of the couch. With a playful smile, she used two fingers to press his jaw while he was speaking.

          “This! You still smell like ethanol.”

And with a sigh, the nurse let herself fall, members apart like a starfish, on his chest. Her head rolled from side to side in a negative manner at his request, a finger reaching to push the plastic cup to his mouth, an almost unnoticeable white medicine pill floating at the surface.

as she teetered back he hardly felt such a light weight  against him and he smiled, shaking his head a little. despite all that she has seen and accomplished she still had that playfulness inside of her. 

again she refused him and he complained loudly but refrained from  actually cussing in front of her. for now at least. with her prompting he began to gulp down the juice, medicine and all before slapping the cup down onto the nearest table.  ❛there. NOW where’s my alcohol, i deserve a reward don’t i NOW where’s my alcohol, i deserve a reward don’t i?❜ half joking.

no doubt he would begin to feel better soon from whatever concoction the little nurse gave him and he suppose he should be a bit more grateful. ❛i don’t suppose you’d wanna come with me?  i was about to head to the nearest ice cream stand. i mean..if you don’t WANT ice cream that’s fine and i can just go on my own.❜ he scratched at his cheek idly, as though he didn’t care either way. 

“i trusted you.”

“why did you lie to me?”

“stop lying to me!”

“what have you done?”

“did you think i wouldn’t find out?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“it’s not what you think.”

“you said you’d be here for me!”

“where were you when i needed you?”

“you were never there for me.”

“how come you left?”

“i trusted you and you betrayed me.”

“please stop talking.”

   Some things just never changed. Certain normal’s liked to do whatever     they wanted. Especially the hound from Benriya. She’d seen him around,     more than one occasion, either snooping or flirting with well, whoever was     around at the time. Now  he was on guarded territory, without permission     she hadn’t been made aware of any visitors today. Being one of the Guild’s    guards is was her duty to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. 

   ‘ You are trespassing.  What is your business here? ‘ 

The twilight finally spoke up, her voice quite but clear,  as she stepped out from her hiding position, deciding  it was time to question the individual after watching him  loiter around for a good 10 minutes. 

        ‘ Sir Paulkee, is not here right now.’ 

       “I told you once– I told you a thousand times            not to drink when you know you’ll have work            to do the next day! Look at yourself…”

When it wasn’t Nicolas taking too much celebrers and ending unconscious at the threshold of the clinic, it was Worick who had a tad too much fun with those of Bastards. Although apologizing, it didn’t let him escape the child’s scolding. So as to appease his warm forehead and tired eyes, the nurse wrung a cold cloth full of water and delicately placed it against his skin. 

as the washcloth hit overheated flesh he exhaled a soft hissing noise then relaxed. head throbbing his mouth felt like a week old ashtray that had yet to be emptied. 

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someone had gotten to him before we could.  not that it mattered.  ❛huh?❜ with a half turn he glanced over his  shoulder blinking at the small young lady now  standing next to him. an unfamiliar face to be sure. though seemingly casual, he shifted his weight ready to draw the pistol resting comfortably  underneath his jacket. he offered a kind smile.  ❛what’re you doin’ here kid? this town isn’t the place for such a lovely young woman as yourself.❜ the question had yet to be answered. 

Give it back to me!