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Reaction::  Drink - Find my muse drunk. :: @discrepcntia

A flask had been tucked into his jacket from the moment he left work the day before, and it remained there to the next day. Being refilled throughout the night at his binger at the bar, and when the man had gotten home, he couldn’t sleep. So what did Gavin do? He drank some more, a poor attempt at him passing out. But the blacking out of a drunken man never came, instead sunrise beat him to shut-eye. From the room, his alarm had blared indicating it was time for him to get ready for work, but instead of his regular routine of a long morning shower, breakfast, getting dressed, and then heading to work, he simply threw on his clothes and called it good.

Fowler would be on his ass if he didn’t show up. But Fowler would also be on his ass if he knew he was drunk, but it seemed like a lose-lose situation, so he’d play his cards and see how well he could manage at work if he stuck to himself. And for the most part… he did. Gavin remained at his desk, eyes glued to his screen despite the words on the screen being blurred. To make matters worse, Officer Tina kept attempting to make conversation with him, but every time he tried to speak he took notice to how his own words were terribly slurred… and now people were starting to stare. Even that damn plastic detective that often followed Hank around.

Gritting his teeth, Gavin had excused himself to the bathroom. And how that alone was a show, the man could barely stand upright. The only way he could keep himself up was to lean against the walls all the way to the bathroom, upon entering the bathroom, he spotted another man preparing to use the restroom as intended. He didn’t want to be seen. “USE THE LADIES ROOM!” The sudden outburst at least got him to leave the area. And once alone, instead of trying to sober up, he decided to drink more of the embarrassment by pulling out his flask and take a long drink while leaning against the sink for support.

Reaction:: Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something. :: @discrepcntia

Gavin Reed had taken a notice to how the stress of the Police Department was beginning to get under his skin, late nights looking over files, cases, different crimes to nights at home being restless. Insomnia at its finest, keeping him wide awake and seeking for something to do in those passing hours because he knew damn well sleep wasn’t going to come no matter how long he laid in bed staring in the darkness. So, between the time of 12 am - 2:30 am in the morning, Gavin stayed at a local bar to get a few drinks and bullshit with the patrons there.

Usually, these nights were normal. Reed would have some whiskey, chat here and there but generally keep to himself before walking home and hoping he had enough in his system to try passing out and waking up at the crack of dawn to head to work and get his boost of the day, coffee. But tonight, oh no it was nothing like the other nights.

His lip burned from where another male’s fist had met it, he could tell it was bleeding, torn in the centre. This man didn’t know him, and Reed sure as hell didn’t know who this guy was. Some drunk idiot who decided to try jumping him when he was on his way home, and by far had caught the detective off guard. Another hit caused Gavin to stumble backwards, the air from his lungs had been knocked out when that hit was directed towards his gut. His vision was red, his blooding rushing as Gavin’s attention had been focused on the stranger alone. There was no way, he was going to let this asshole get the best of him.

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