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Dec 9, 2020 10:31:41 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 9, 2020 10:31:41 GMT -7
That was the thing about life. And love (any kind of love). It was messy. It wasn't just all good. You said some of the cruelest things to the people you loved the most, and you hurt each other in some of the worst ways. Because they were important to you. You knew how to hurt them, and when they hurt you it hurt worse then if a stranger had said those same things. And yet? It didn't change the fact that you still loved them and wanted them in your life. As Rhys confirmed. "Then tell her how much of an asshole you were and apologize. When you're sober." She didn't want to convince people to go make crazy confessions while drunk, as that was something that happened, and that he should wait until he sobered up before apologizing. But yes, he should apologize. If he wanted her around, and he'd been the one to mess it up (like he said) then he should be the one to apologize. Plus, she was a woman herself. Apologizes when a long way when they were sincere.
Her smile softened as he spoke, saying he couldn't give her what she wanted. Something that he'd already mentioned. It was a tricky situation though. Someone wanting to be with you when you didn't want to be with them. Especially when you still wanted that person in your life. So, so messy. No wonder they'd gotten into a fight. Plus, Rhys wasn't exactly the most delicate and tactful person, something she'd learned over their many conversations. As he continued though, her eyes widened. Well, that was quite a bit of information. A sailor, not making her happy, a father. Damn, no wonder he needed to drink so badly. Alas, he was going to be cut off. She didn't comment on his rambles though, as he'd just gotten heavy off his chest.
When he mentioned more whiskey however, she laughed softly and slid out of her chair, standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Not for you, friend. Whiskey isn't going to help you anymore." No, Rhys needed to sleep this off. Though... How to get him home? She knew the addresses of most the regulars that got this drunk. The staff had ordered the knight bus multiple times for them. That, or they had a contact on file to reach out to to come pick up the person. Vasilia realized in that moment that she had neither for Rhys. He'd never gotten this drunk before so she'd never needed the information. And considering his state... There was no way he was going to get home tonight on his own. Immediately Vas started thinking business. SHe should reach out to the Leaky Cauldron or another inn in the area, see if they could strike some sort of business deal to house any of their intoxicated patrons that they couldn't get home safely.
Vas filed that idea away into the back of her mind, to focus on the dilemma at hand. Getting him home. "Come on, Rhys. Time to sleep this off." She held out a hand for him to take. If he was as unsteady as his words and gaze was, he'd need the extra support. "Can you tell me your address?" She didn't know if he'd be able to. Sometimes when people got drunk like this they couldn't recall precise information like that. But, she'd already thought of a back up plan, if he couldn't. The apartment her parents let her stay in, the one above the ice cream parlour. Diagon Alley was only a few blocks away. She walked home every night. She could get him there, if there was no other option.
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Dec 9, 2020 11:50:34 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 9, 2020 11:50:34 GMT -7
i just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
December 17, 2025 vasilia abigail fortescue
Rhys nodded, it made sense. A sensible conclusion now that he wasn’t angry and was more in a regretful mindset. It was all so clear now, his pain made it evident that he did love her and losing her hadn’t been worth it but she had someone else now. He had missed his window even though it had been right there in front of him for the better part of six or seven years. ”Yea…you’re right.” He muttered, he felt incredibly unfocused. If he wasn’t thinking about Deva, he was thinking about his impending fatherhood and if not about that then still the dread that surrounded how he was going to tell his siblings and somehow get Maria and his sisters to get along. The idea of having to choose between the two had briefly crossed his mind, if it had come down to that and not even his own abandonment issues made the decision easy. Did he give up his family in order to not abandon his future son or daughter? That thought alone made him want to go home and polish off the bottle of bourbon he knew he had there
His face showed a clear disappointment at there being no more whiskey, but he didn’t fight it, he was much too tired and much too drunk. When Rhys drank, he typically followed the same pattern of increase sociability and then he would drink more, and he was more prone to anger if someone provoked it, but this was even beyond that where he had drunk away all the mental strength, he’d normally put in to blocking what he felt. She put her hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her, she had sat with him though he didn’t know for how long, but he still was curious. Why was she nice to him? Rhys tended to create an argument with whomever he talked to, even his friends and he’d always accepted that was just who he was a as a person. Then again maybe if he bothered to smile now and then people might not approach him the way that they did. ”You’re always nice to me….’ He mumbled as he looked away.
Rhys didn’t immediately take her hand, but he slowly pushed himself up and out of his chair though he felt wobbly. When he got to his feet, he swayed a bit but then steadied himself. ”I um—“ Rhys couldn’t think, he knew he lived nearby but he never got this drunk even with how much he usually drank. ”I’m nearby.” Which was all he could manage. He was so tired, and his head was swimming.
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Dec 9, 2020 12:11:21 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 9, 2020 12:11:21 GMT -7
Vasilia knew that he probably wouldn't remember most of this conversation in the morning. Any advice she gave him probably wouldn't stick. But that was alright. Because it at least made him feel better in the moment. Sometimes people didn't remember what they talked about when they were drunk, but it could give them some peace of mind. Because, despite not remembered, they'd at least gotten it off their chest. They'd gotten out at least some of the built up emotion. And from the sounds of it, Rhys had a lot. He didn't let people in easily, so he'd sorely needed someone to talk to.
She offered a smile of condolence as he looked disappointed. But at least he didn't argue. Because he wasn't going to get any more alcohol out of her tonight. Letting people drink responsibly was part of the job. No matter how disappointed it made the patron. They'd thank her later, because it would save them a whole lot of hurt in the long run. They just wouldn't know it until later. He muttered something about being nice to him and she offered a warm smile. "You might not believe it, but you make it easy to be nice." With his personality he probably rubbed most people the wrong way, if she was thinking about it. But he'd never given done anything to make her not want to be nice to him. It wasn't just years of people skills that made it easy to be nice, however. She could just tell that he was someone that had a good heart, even if he didn't show it to everyone.
Vasilia took a small step back as he got up, not accepting her hand. She stayed close, hand still raised a bit as he steadied himself. Oh yeah, he was very, very drunk. More then she'd ever seen. She didn't try to help support him though, just stayed ready in case he'd need it. As he struggled to think though, and only offered "nearby" as directions to his place, she realized that it might not be possible to get the answer out of him. He wasn't able to think clearly. To give her exact directions. Okay, well, plan B it was then. She turned, motioning for one of the bartenders to come over. "Bring my backpack, will you? I'm going to make sure he gets somewhere safe. You good locking up tonight?" the bartender nodded to both questions, then left, returning a moment later with her backpack. She accepted it with a smile, slinging it on over her shoulder. She turned back to Rhys, this time putting a hand on his back, behind his shoulder blades. "Put your arm around my shoulders, Rhys." While her words were still warm, it wasn't a request. She didn't want him tipping over on her, after all.
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Dec 9, 2020 15:43:05 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 9, 2020 15:43:05 GMT -7
i just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
December 17, 2025 vasilia abigail fortescue
Feelings. Who needed them? They just complicated everything, at least Rhys never felt in control of them. A small smile appeared on his face, she was always so kind to him and not once did he ever see in her eyes what he saw in other people’s when they figured out who he was. That shift from friendly to something sad, pity. And she was pretty as he had noted previously, a nice smile and kind eyes and that red hair that ran in her family. She made it sound like he was a friendly person and not the gruff and stoic person that people avoided approaching because of the expression he had on his face. It was what he was used to, the Curse Breakers in training stuttering as they nervously approached him with a question and his friends all thought it was the funniest thing since they knew him better than that but still as the same old serious, sometimes grumpy guy. But not her.
Rhys felt a hand on his back, and he looked to his side and saw her standing next to him, she was shorter than him by maybe half a foot or so and he listened to her simple instructions. His arm went around her shoulders though he tried not to lean on her, he felt mostly confident he could walk and wouldn’t fall though the issue was more of where to go, he knew his way home sober. ”Ok…” He mumbled, as far as he had been told about the handful of times he had drank like this he had never been rowdy and was actually very calm compared to his everyday self. He didn’t fully grasp what was happening now, he knew there was no more whiskey and something about going home so he focused on that while also trying not to fall or trip on anything at the same time. It was a lot to ask of him at the moment.
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Dec 9, 2020 16:17:03 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 9, 2020 16:17:03 GMT -7
Rhys was definitely a "sad drunk". Somber, melancholy. It didn't help that he'd apparently gone through a "break up", so he'd already been in a depressed mood before he started drinking. It was interesting to see how different people acted when intoxicated. She was grateful he wasn't a rowdy drunk though. They had some of those, where you had to make sure there was nothing breakable nearby, and also had to make sure you had a few people watching when you cut them off so they didn't start something. Nah, Rhys was the wallowing type. Which, if anything, was more dangerous then the rowdy types. Because the quiet ones were harder to tell when they needed to be cut off.
She walked slowly, for his sake, keeping the hand on his back so that she could help guide him and make sure she could feel whatever way he was leaning if he did lose his balance. As they'd walked she tried to get the address out of him a few times, though no luck. Nearby was the best answer she got. So, with no clear destination for him, she enacted plan B. Vasilia didn't bring drunks home every time this happened. No, it was purely because of the friendship they'd formed. She trusted him, but not enough to let him find his way home alone. So, she walked him to her home. The apartment above the ice cream parlour. Technically she shared it with Felix, but he was either out, or already in bed by the time she helped Rhys stumble up the stairs.
Once finally home, the question became where to put Rhys. The couch in the kitchen/living room was an obvious choice, but considering how hungover he'd be in the morning it probably wasn't ideal. Felix would be up early (and Vas usually was too, but she'd finally delegated some of the early morning jobs), so him walking out to a stranger on the couch didn't really seem... ideal. So, she guided Rhys to her room and gently helped him lay down on the bed, making sure he lay on his side, just in case. She threw a blanket over him, so he wouldn't get cold, then made sure the curtains were tightly closed. Her room faced the sunrise, so the last thing he needed was that to wake up him. She moved a trash can to the side of the bed, close by if he needed it, Before closing the door she made sure to leave a bottle of water and a hangover potion (something she kept in the kitchen because she owned a pub and often experimented with alcohol in food.) on the nightstand. Close enough that he'd be able to reach it if needed.
Vasilia quietly closed the door, and went back out to the kitchen. She grabbed her backpack and dumped the contents on the counter, organizing the mess of books and papers. She hadn't planned on leaving the pub so early tonight, so she still had a bit of work to do before trying to sleep herself. So, sitting down at the counter, she poured over her books. First, a few marketing documents for the pub. Then, she moved onto her text books. She had a big exam coming (I know, you didn't think "exam" when you thought culinary school.), and she really needed to get a better grasp on the Peruvian cuisine they'd been studying.
It seemed, even after taking a month to break the habit of falling asleep while working , she was still fully capable of doing exactly that. Because she'd only set her pen down, rubbing her eyes and closing them just for a minute... when it was suddenly morning. Damn, Felix would kill her if he saw this. With a quick inhale, she sat up. She felt somethin stuck to her face and reached up, pulling a piece of paper off her cheek and tried to blink away the sleep from her eyes. She turned her head, trying to figure out what had woke her. It had sounded like a door, but... it was too late in the morning for Felix to be leaving, wasn't it?
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Dec 9, 2020 17:52:22 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 9, 2020 17:52:22 GMT -7
i just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
December 17, 2025 vasilia abigail fortescue
Rhys opened his eyes, or at least tried to. His head felt heavy and all he could hear was a pounding in his ears that he assumed was his head. Was it the full moon the previous night and he was just feeling the effects of the potion? But no, those effects had since gotten a bit better so why in the world did, he feel like he had gotten thrown into something by an enchanted wall. A groan escaped him and then a loud exhale as he rubbed his bleary eyes. They were dry and uncomfortable mostly from exhaustion. Finally, he was able to see but it was dark in the room and he pushed himself up in a sitting position to try and figure out why this room seemed different. And that was because it was different, this wasn’t his room and that only seemed to add to his confusion. Rhys looked around. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d woken up in someone else’s room. But he was still fully clothed, so it wasn’t that. But then where was he and how did he get here? He pushed his legs over the edge so he could sit and he rubbed his eyes again and tried not to move to quickly as the pain in his head only increased.
Again, he let out a breath but tried to take in his surroundings again when he saw the water and the hangover potion and that was the only feeling of joy he’d felt in who knew how many hours to see that potion. He grabbed it quickly ignoring the pain it brought him and ignored the uneasiness in his stomach as he hoped and prayed it didn’t all come back up. It would take a few minutes for the effects to kick in but while he felt a bit sick, he wasn’t terribly nauseous and that at least told him he hadn’t drank any beer and had probably stuck with whiskey or whatever liquor he’d asked for. Rhys remembered drinking at home until he’d gotten a slight buzz since he hadn’t been able to eat from the previous hangover and then he remembered sitting at the pub and after that it was incredibly fuzzy, but he didn’t have the energy to try and force himself to think. Rubbing his face again he slowly stood up but waited, his head spun a little bit and he figured he hadn’t eaten any real food since before he’d gone to see Deva.
That’s right, Deva. The familiar wave of hurt flood over him but he tried to shake it off. Grabbing the water bottle he sipped it to help with his dry mouth and throat all while cursing himself—he never drank that much and he felt worse than when he had begun. Slowly he opened the door to the room and stopped as a flood of bright light hit him in the face and his eyes shut close for a second, he grunted slightly in pain as he slowly forced them open so they could adjust. It wasn’t very different from the light sensitivity he had after a full moon but didn’t make it any less painful. Rhys didn’t recognize the apartment, but he took a few cautionary steps forward and turned a corner when he heard some paper shuffling and he stopped. Not that he had expected anything or anyone but not the red head he had befriended a few months previously as she pulled a paper that had apparently become stuck to her face. Had he been in a better physical state he might have smiled but he was also just still getting his bearings. ”Um…morning.” He managed to say though his throat still felt scratchy and dry.
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Dec 9, 2020 19:06:36 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 9, 2020 19:06:36 GMT -7
Vasilia really hadn't meant to fall asleep at he kitchen counter. Nor had she planned on working too late. But it seemed old habits just couldn't be kicked entirely. Still blinking sleep from her eyes it took her a moment to realize that it wasn't Felix who'd come out, but rather Rhys. Right. Last night started to come back to her. He'd gotten thoroughly smashed, and she hadn't known his address, so she couldn't get him home. Nor had she arranged for overnight stays with an inn yet. So, she'd put him up in her room. She hadn't really thought that through, where she'd sleep. But falling asleep at the counter had solved that problem before she'd even considered it.
Vas set the paper down, and reached up to rub her eyes. Then, she smiled. He looked like shit. But considering the night he'd had? Eh, he could look much worse. No doubt he'd be feeling like he'd been hit by a freight train until the hangover potion kicked in. If he'd seen it. "Hey, morning. Did you see the potion?" Even just waking up she sounded a bit cheery. Though, after speaking she covered a yawn. "How are you feeling?"
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HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
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Dec 9, 2020 20:51:49 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 9, 2020 20:51:49 GMT -7
i just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
December 17-18, 2025 vasilia abigail fortescue
She smiled at him despite clearly having just woken up, it was comforting in the sense that he felt a tiny bit less awkward than he was feeling overall. Rhys wondered if he looked as bad as he felt but she didn’t comment on it as others might have. He had always noticed it wasn’t like her to jump to comments such as that immediately. Rhys nodded, ”Yes, thank you.” He took a few steps forward and motioned toward the other chair at the table she was sitting at. ”Mind if I sit?” Rhys pulled out the chair and dropped himself in it. She asked him how he felt, and he gave her a bit of a look though he didn’t have the energy for anything sarcastic today. ”Like I want to die.” He admitted, drinking a bit more of the water he had brought with him. She yawned and he wondered what time it was, it couldn’t have been terribly late, or he wouldn’t have woken her up, but it wasn’t that early since the sun was pretty bright he noted as his eyes were still mildly adjusting.
”I hope I wasn’t too much trouble.” He spoke his tone a bit sheepish, Rhys drank to get drunk plenty, but this had been something else entirely and he was sure that the alcohol that had been left over in his system from the previous night had something to do with it as well as whatever he had drank when he got to the pub. He looked around a bit at the apartment, and then back at the table which had paper scattered all over it. Immediately what caught his eye was a textbook and “Peru” and he tiled his head with curiosity, not even a hangover could dull that side of him. ”Peru….I was there for about a month last year.” He commented, though closing his eyes and blinking again. The light was still bothering him as it took time for them to adjust, the only real side effect of that potion.
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Dec 9, 2020 22:10:41 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 9, 2020 22:10:41 GMT -7
Vasilia wasn't really a morning person, but she wasn't "not" one either. She was just used to waking up far earlier then this and functioning on far less sleep. Though she'd broken that habit, it was still something she knew she could do. From July to September she'd been function on four or less hours of sleep a night and constantly on the go. She'd practically slept in today. Though... Her neck was going to be sore... Ah well. He asked if he could sit and she nodded, covering a yawn in the process. Only once the yawn was over did she reach out to start gathering some of the paper and books. 'Sorry about the mess." The apartment wasn't a mess, just the table, which she'd commandeered for all her work last night.
The look he gave her made her chuckle and grin a little wider. She 100% expected something snarky or sarcastic, though instead, he just said something rather dramatic. Though, she didn't blame him. "Considering how much you drank last night, I'm surprised you're up and moving." It was probably the hangover that got him up. Vasilia picked out the papers for the pub, setting them off to one side and was working one organizing her school work when he spoke again. She glanced up at him, stopping her shuffling of papers to offer a softer smile. "You were no trouble at all. Sorry I couldn't get you back to your place. You had a lot to drink before I thought to ask you for the address." She should have, now that she thought about it. Gotten it from him before he started drinking. "We're in Diagon Alley, the apartment above my parent's shop. It was close by." She didn't say yet that she lived her, as she didn't want him to feel like he'd imposed. It really hadn't bothered her at all. Plus, it might make him feel better knowing where he was.
Vasilia set her homework aside, though he spoke again, commenting on the open textbook she'd accidentally used as a pillow. 'Really? For work or holiday? I've been studying Latin American cuisine the last month or so. This week specifically Peru." She'd love to go someday. Though, to be honest she wanted to visit a lot of places. All for the food, of course. Because she could learn all she wanted from books but she'd rather see how the locals did things. Felt more authentic. But, considering her schedule and inability to ever take a vacation it would probably remain a dream. "What was it like?"
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Dec 9, 2020 22:50:42 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 9, 2020 22:50:42 GMT -7
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December 17-18, 2025 vasilia abigail fortescue
She was already in a seemingly good mood despite having just woken up and that just told Rhys that this appeared to be her demeanor all the time versus when he interacted with her. He always wondered what it would be like to be a morning person but the thought of that much positive energy that early in the morning didn’t seem all that agreeable to him. She recognized the look on his face, though she seemed to find his pain amusing. He supposed he might have as well had their roles been reserved at this point. Rhys could only shake his head a little but and rub his eyes with one hand, the potion was beginning to kick in though his head was still pounding—he wondered if he could manage the energy to see Jamie or Sienna and see if they had anything stronger would help him. Plus, he hadn’t even checked his phone—surely Maria was wondering where the hell he was today.
It was in the top five hangovers of his life, not the worst and not the last. ”How much did I drink?” Rhys asked, his memory was fuzzy still and he only remembered what he had drank prior to arriving there. His elbow was on the table and his hand in a fist holding up his face. He was tempted to go back to sleep, but he didn’t want to bother her more than he was already. Rhys nodded to acknowledge that he had heard what she’d said, so they were above the ice cream parlor. It wasn’t terribly far from his place but in the opposite direction. ”Its okay, I appreciate it.” Merlin knew where he might have ended up had he tried to stumble home. Even the last time he’d gotten nearly that drunk—when he split that bottle of Bourbon with Maria he’d still managed to get them safely to his flat. There was one other thing though. "Vas...did I um--say anything last night?" His lack of memory bothered him, he knew why he had been drinking and very rarely did he ever black out.
”For work.” He commented. Latin American cuisine, Rhys had enjoyed his time in South and Central America, it had been quite a shock to learn that the ocean water there was warm versus the icy sea water here and the food had been a reason to stay longer on its own. ”Some of the most ancient artifacts are in the Andes.” It had been fascinating to study and easier to access than anything in the Middle East. Rhys looked up from the book and at her, they had talked about how she loved to cook, and it had fascinated her how particular Rhys was with certain foods. Chocolate mainly, but all the traveling had taught him to try everything at least once. ”You would like it, I think.” Rhys glanced at all the other pages around, he didn’t meet too many people who were studying anything cuisine related if it wasn’t a history book. ”I’m sure they have spells for some of the recipes…” He commented almost absent-mindedly before he yawned. Spells didn’t always do some food justice, but he’d never had a bad home-cooked meal.
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Dec 9, 2020 23:14:07 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 9, 2020 23:14:07 GMT -7
How much he'd drank was actually quite the question. Vasilia only knew how much he'd drank at the pub. That didn't even count how much he must have had on his own before hand. It could have been much worse if she hadn't been keeping an eye on him and his tab. If she'd just been watching his tab she wouldn't have cut him off when she did. Vas shrugged. "Seven shots at the pub. But I have a very strong suspicion you'd already been drinking before hand." She gave him a teasing look, though she still looked tired. "You're lucky I cut you off when I did. Could have been a lot worse."
She leaned back, stretching her arms over her head and tilting her head from side to side. God, she really needed to stop falling asleep at tables. It was hard on the body. After stretching, she ran a hand through her hair. No doubt a bit of a mess from the night before. "Say anything about what?" She asked innocently. She wasn't denying he'd said anything, though she also wasn't admitting it. Though, she wasn't a good liar, so her tone hinted that had, indeed, talked about something. She just wasn't saying what it was. That as the thing about running a pub. Vas heard a lot of things. Was told a great many secrets. She was good at keeping them.
Something that intrigued her about Latin cuisine was the spices. Latin America was quite different geographically then the UK. It was an entirely different ecosystem. Also, unlike most her British comrades, she loved spices. The more flavor the better. "Well, I hope you took some time to enjoy the sites while there and didn't just work." Curse breakers. Always on some adventure somewhere. Seeing the world. Though... Did they really see the world with all their work? Did Rhys take the time to actually take in where he was, and soak in the different cultures? Or was he the sort to go in, get the job done, and get out? She smiled as he mentioned thinking she'd like it. "If I ever go on holiday, it's on my bucket list." The mention of spells was... well, a bit confusing. Why did he mention spells? Her eyebrows furrowed a touch in her confusion. "Well... I suppose there must be. But spells don't really do me much good." She knew some wizards like to use magic to cook. It was a waste of ingredients in her mind. Sure, she couldn't do magic at all, but she could taste the difference. Magic didn't have.... well you couldn't really put the same feelings into magical cooking, she felt.
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Dec 9, 2020 23:56:21 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 9, 2020 23:56:21 GMT -7
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December 17-18, 2025 vasilia abigail fortescue
Rhys grimaced when she mentioned seven shots and her very correct assumption that he had been drinking beforehand. Maybe her experience behind the bar and dealing with various customers tipped her off when this occurred or maybe he was just easier to read than he had ever thought. Rhys didn’t answer right away, mentally kicking himself for only causing himself more physical pain than what was worth. ”I maybe have had some whiskey earlier…” He admitted though his voice low and with the tone of a child in trouble. There wasn’t any point in really hiding it, she was onto him. Though he was surprised he had stayed awake long enough to drink that much, typically he might drink to force himself to sleep, but this time had been different obviously. She stretched and messed with her hair. Rhys glanced at her and looked back at the table.
She didn’t answer him, Rhys gave her a suspicious look. If the answer wasn’t ‘No’ that only left one other option. ”I was hoping you could tell me. I don’t really remember much from last night.” Blacking out had not been part of the plan especially since he still could remember everything that had been bothering him and causing him pain and he only couldn’t remember the previous night. Rhys didn’t like having the blank spot in his memory, ne felt this need to know what he might have said. She seemed interested in the fact that he’d visited Peru and Latin America in general though he’d realized very quickly in his career that a lot of people thought Curse Breakers only went to Egypt.
Rhys thought about that trip, it had been nice to see the sites and try the food and work, but he hadn’t stayed long since he was called to another site per his own request. It had been during his back-to-back working schedule the previous year when hadn’t wanted to think about how his brother was dead. ”It was a busy year. So unfortunately, I didn’t stay long.” Rhys didn’t dwell on that topic, though it was well known that his brother had died as it had been in the papers after the Tournament but Rhys’ life in the aftermath had not been. Rhys looked at her curiously but didn’t think too much of her comment. ”Oh, you’d prefer to do everything?” Since Rhys didn’t know much about cooking and all that he was intrigued as to why and his tone reflected that. He knew the hangover potion was beginning to have more of an effect as his headache went from throbbing pain to something duller but it didn’t damper his sense of curiosity.
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Dec 10, 2020 0:39:32 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 10, 2020 0:39:32 GMT -7
Vasilia raised her eyebrows as he "admitted" he "may have" drank earlier. Yeah, may have. "Uh huh," she answered slowly. More like he most definitely had. How much though, was yet to be determined. She knew that she'd have to check how drunk he was before opening a tab in the future, if he made it a habit of drinking heavily before coming to the pub. Though... she doubted there would be to many repeats. He was clearly going through quite a bit and just needed and escape. She'd never seen him like that before. And... to be honest? It did hurt a little, to know he was hurting that much where he just wanted to forget everything and drown in his sorrows. He was still a friend, and she hated seeing friends hurt like that.
He gave her a suspicious look, and Vasilia smiled, pushing away from the table and crossing to the fridge. She pulled the door open, eyeing the contents while he spoke. She didn't immediately answer, instead pulling out a carton of eggs, sausage, cheese, and an assortment of other ingredients that she set on the counter. "No surprise. You were barely coherent by the time I got you back here." She closed the fridge and turned back to him, still smiling. "Sorry, can't tell you. Drunk to bartender confidentiality." While it might come across as being a bit mean... she had a very valid reason for not wanting to tell him. Which she would share. She opened a cupboard to pull down a mixing bowl. "If I've learned anything about you it's that you're not really the sort to open up to others easily. So, whatever secrets you divulged last night are safe with me." She retrieved a knife and a whisk. Though only then did she stop her prepping to look at him. There was a soft, and trusting look in her eyes, a warm smile on her lips. "Until you're ready to talk about them, sober, I won't divulge what you shared. To you or anyone else. Because those are your secrets. Not mine." She wouldn't bring it up. For his own sake. He didn't need to worry about what he might have shared, because it didn't change their friendship. Nor did he have to worry about her ever bringing it up.
Vasilia hadn't even asked if he was hungry. She was, and considering how much he'd drank he'd need something in his stomach. She washed her hands, then started with the vegetables and sausage, starting to dice them up. She'd obviously done this a great many times. "That's to bad! You'll have to go back sometime. If work ever sends you that way, you better try all the food and tell me all about it." She kept dicing, not even a once of hesitation as she spoke. Clearly she was an experienced chef, though something Rhys knew since he'd ordered food from the pub a number of times. She stopped her dicing as he asking if she'd prefer to to everything. She pursed her lips in thought, staring off into the distance. That really was a good question. "Well.... given the choice I probably would still prefer to do everything by hand still," she admitted after much contemplation. "My mum always cooks magically, so it's not like I'm not familiar with it. And I suppose when I was younger I wished I could too." She shrugged. She finished chopping the sausage and vegetables and then tossed them into the bowl.
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rhys alexander greyback
HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
1,168 posts
played by vanessa
the air around me still feels like a cage
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WIZARDING ADULT
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Dec 10, 2020 1:17:24 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 10, 2020 1:17:24 GMT -7
i just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
December 17-18, 2025 vasilia abigail fortescue
Rhys tried to give an innocent half smile but that still required a lot more energy than he had, he’d always found it much easier to just not smile in general, but it wasn’t as if it didn’t happen. Deva had always been one to make him smile whether it was because she was laughing or she was just being herself. Again, he wished he wasn’t basically suffering a hangover plus the delayed hangover from the night before since her popping back in his head only made him crave whiskey again. She otherwise refused to tell him what he may have said the night before which either confirmed that he had said something or somethings or he hadn’t said anything, and she was just messing around with him. The latter wouldn’t have been so bad, but the former is what worried him more. There was a lot he didn’t talk about across various subjects and some that he would rather not be repeated to anyone.
She gave him a smile as she went into the kitchen, but he wasn’t as amused this time. Drunk to bartender confidentiality? ”Since when is that a thing?” Rhys asked a tiny bit annoyed but as she explained further that faded quickly. She did have some good points but moved his arm from the table and crossed them across his chest in a bit of annoyance. Not at her but more at himself for getting himself in this situation in the first place. Just as he had suspected, she read him like a book or at least a book barely opened. The notoriety his name gave him had caused him to be someone to value his privacy especially when the world was full of assumptions about you regardless of what you told them. ”It’s not that I don’t trust you Vas I just want to know what I told you.” Did he talk about Deva, Maria? Or his childhood. Was it something more innocent like his school days or stories from his work? It was eating at him a bit, but she was a different type of stubborn than he was, but it was still effective.
Rhys drank the rest of the water that was in the bottle and set it aside, shaking his head a bit. There was so much he kept to himself, where did he even start if he even wanted to talk about them sober. It couldn’t have been that bad, the look in her eye never changed from her usual happy and friendly self and she didn’t change how she spoke to him. Rhys could hear her taking items out the fridge and what sounded like the knife on the cutting board, even without magic it sounded the same to him, but he supposed she enjoyed the actual act of cooking. He had friends that were purebloods and muggle-born friends who’d invited him to meet their families and he watched them interact and do tasks without magic. She paused at his question but then continued to answer. ”I notice you don’t use it at the bar either, is that just a preference?” Again, Rhys was merely curious. It had been an interesting mix when he was in training right out of school as he would switch from endless questions to satisfy his own curiosity and a surly attitude, but his curiosity never wavered the older he became. Plus, she apparently knew more about him now that she had before, so it was only fair he got to ask.
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Dec 10, 2020 1:41:13 GMT -7
Post by vasilia abigail fortescue on Dec 10, 2020 1:41:13 GMT -7
Was Vasilia enjoying his frustration and annoyance? A little. He was always pretty composed with her, she usually didn't see that emotion from him unless he was talking to someone else. It reminded her that he always seemed pretty... well, calm around her. Despite clearly not being a calm person around most. "Since I bought a bar," she answered jokingly. She stopped her cooking prep to give him a reasurring look. "It wouldn't make you feel better if I told you. Whatever it is you told me, you needed to talk to someone but at the same time you weren't ready to tell anyone." He had said quite a bit, though she wasn't going to mention the details. She set the knife down, her expression slightly somber. "You didn't miraculously trust me last night, Rhys. Your inhibitions were lowered. You said things you normally wouldn't. As such, it's my job to protect your moment of weakness from yourself. Until you're ready to talk to people about whatever it was."
She set the bowl with the chopped up ingredients to the side, now retrieving a second bowl and cracking several eggs into it. It was natural, cooking and talking at the sometime. She picked up the whisk she'd retrieved earlier and started to stir, mixing the egg whites and yokes. She stopped for a moment, just to get a pan out, set it on the stove, and turn the heat on. Vasilia turned her head to look at him as she plopped a bit of butter in to the pan. She definitely looked very confused. "We're still talking about magic, right?" She felt like she had to double check, as the conversation was starting to confuse her. If she couldn't do magic... Why did he think she preferred not to do it at the pub?
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