neornithes | [text]

Haven't got a particular spot yet, but it definitely won't be my cell. 

Well, if you're game then consider me a player.

[Even if he doesn't hear it, that earns a laugh.]

I'll give you a good run for your money.

You might wanna think twice about that. I can hold a hell of a lot of liqueur.

Time and place and you're on.

Common room, right now. 

Who should I be lookin' for?

Skye. I'll be the girl looking for somebody.

Let's hope there aren't any other girls lookin' for me then, eh?

[ STAY OUT NO ANASTASIA'S ALLOWED. ]

Is that much of a threat?

... not really.

Anyway.

Going now.

[With that, Skye leaves the room to find her newest drinking buddy.]

[ Will wasn't exactly sober anymore, but he wasn't so drunk that he didn't notice the gal who looked like she was searching for someone. She was probably looking for him, right?

Maybe. Who knows.

He raised his arm and waved her over. ]

[She moves over, nodding at him.] Hey.

[Sitting down, she snags one of the cans and leans back, mouthing the name as she reads the can.]

Are we toasting to anything?

[ He gave her a lazy salute. ]

To misery and confusing relationships.

[ He was kind of at the point of being more blunt than usual, if that was possible. ]

[She holds up her beer as if to actually give cheers.]

Works for me. To less misery and better relationships.

[ He did the same, though with a lot less enthusiasm. ]

That's a pretty tall order, love.

[She'll take a big drink of her own.]

If you're hoping for a small order, you're doing it wrong.

[ He took a few swallows of the beer before slamming it down on the table. He wasn't concerned about how loud it had probably been. ]

Seems I do most things wrong anyway.

[She has the can to her lips so she raises on eyebrow.]

Projecting here. What does 'most things' really mean?

What it always means. That I ain't ever gonna be good enough for the one person that matters.

Girl problems? Or..guy problems, I'm not here to judge. What happened?

[ ... did he look gay? Wow. ]

Ya got it right the first go. As for what went on between us...

[ He really couldn't tell her even if he wanted to. ]

Let's put it this way: if I wasn't such a shoddy boyfriend the two of us might actually be speakin'.

[Don't be silly Will, people can be gay without looking that way.]

You screwed up. [That's what she's getting, anyway.] So, why are you here drinking instead of there, apologizing?

[ He looked down, trying to think of an actual good reason as to why he wasn't doing just that. ]

Can't expect her to forgive me when I ain't even sure I can forgive what she did.

Ah. [She stares at him while she drinks.] Do you want her to?

Forgive me?

[ Will absently fingered the top of the beer, his mind wandering for a moment. ]

It ain't as easy as ya make it out to be.

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