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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 16, 2010 16:23:18 GMT -5
"Time is never wasted when getting drunk," she reasoned philosophically, the phrase succeeded by a chuckle. She pulled into the Rosewood driveway, turning the car off. By that time, Dean was already stumbling out of the vehicle, making his way to the front door. "Slow down, boy. I don't need you walking into the door frame and getting a bloody face. Then Harmony will really have something to lecture about."
"Hey, me and Cian have another thing in common then, huh?" Dean laughed. She didn't.
She never wanted to feel that kind of pain ever again. Losing two of the most important men in her life. It was like turning her very essence, her very being, inside out.
Before she had time to look at that situation in retrospect, Emma was pulled by her friend onto the couch, and she landed beside him with a giggle. "Yeah, your method works better," she conceded, giving his cheek another kiss. "You're silly. Especially when you're tipsy."
Still avoiding coming to terms with the fact that Dean was going to go to prison, Emma watched her boys interact, peeking over the top of the couch. "Hey," she summoned Cian's attention, "just 'cause you're used to my face doesn't mean I should get deprived of my kiss." In the childish attempt to get another kiss, she exaggeratingly puckered her lips, waiting for him to come to her.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 26, 2010 23:07:35 GMT -5
Cian laughed at Dean's response and nodded his consent. "Yeah, yeah. All righ'." Moving closer, he shook his head and reached out a hand to slap Dean's shoulder amicably. He settled on the couch next to Dean, glancing a smile over to Emma.
"Oh you know..." He paused. "Going to jail. Get your hi's in now before I'm gone." That caught Cian's attention and quickly. Jerking back to look at his friend, he lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, why's that?" His accent had thickened as if he had been reborn or something. And okay, maybe he kind of had, but still; whatever.
He was still kind of focused on the fact that he best friend was apparently going to prison when Emma started talking. Grinning, he leaned across Dean and gave her a quick kiss. Something flared in his chest and it wasn't entirely present. That had been happening lately. Cian was ignoring it; that seemed to be the right decision.
Settling back against the couch, next to Dean and clucked his tongue, still waiting. |
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Post by Dean on Dec 26, 2010 23:26:52 GMT -5
"Time is never wasted when getting drunk, Slow down, boy. I don't need you walking into the door frame and getting a bloody face. Then Harmony will really have something to lecture about."
He smirked, resting his head against the back of the couch. He wasn't sure what to say, all he knew was that he wanted to get wasted. Wanted to wake up tomorrow and not remember anything of the night before. It was all he was asking for.
"Yeah, your method works better," she conceded, giving his cheek another kiss. "You're silly. Especially when you're tipsy."
His head rolled to look at her. "Well, I'd love to find what you think of me when I'm wasted." He quickly followed that with a laugh. Short and sweet, before his eyes locked onto the ceiling fan.
"Oh, why's that?"
Dean sighed, rolling his head the opposite way to look at Cian. "Because I killed a mutant, after she threatened to kill my wife, and my daughter." It was simple enough, but emotions were thick as every word slipped from his mouth. "That's all."
"Hey, just 'cause you're used to my face doesn't mean I should get deprived of my kiss."
He watched as the two sort of met in the middle, his middle, and kissed. "I'm not a couch decoration, you know.." He muttered, eyes fixating on the fan once more. "So... where's the beer? The liquor?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 26, 2010 23:37:21 GMT -5
The two boys seemed very interested in the new conversation, and she certainly was all right not being a part of it. She didn't want to hear about Dean going away again. This time he may never come back. He'd be tortured on earth instead. Her stomach tumbled at the thought, so she rose immediately after Dean's declaration to get the alcohol. Going to the standing bar a few rooms away, she picked up a bottle of Henessey, one of Jack Daniels, and one of champagne. First was for getting drunk. Second was for getting smashed. Third was for toasting to their stupidity and Dean's existence. Then getting more drunk, making out, and passing out.
The prospect made her laugh quietly to herself. Sounded like a good time.
Returning with the bottles in her hands, she put them on the coffee table before plopping herself down on the couch and putting her feet up. "Beer hangovers are the worst, you don't want that. The rest of the liquor is back there if you don't like what I brought out." Getting hammered again didn't sound so bad.
Letting out a sigh, she said, "How are the two of you feeling?"
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 27, 2010 0:20:40 GMT -5
At Dean's statement he sputtered and choked on his breath. "What--" he asked but thought better of it. Dean was toasted and he probably didn't want to discuss this. Nodding as Emma walked off, he sort of shrugged. "All righ' then..." he murmured, letting the sentence sort of trail off.
And then he realized his wife was getting alcohol. Well, more alcohol for some of them. "Uhm, love?" he started. But the Hennessey in her hand stopped him. "We're goin' no glasses, t'en?" he asked with a grin. Taking the bottle from her, he twisted the cap off and took a long pull.
It burned on the way down but it burned good and well. "Is it wrong t'at I jus' accepted that we're gettin' drunk tonight with no question?" he asked with a short chuckle. |
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