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drunk: Wine of Babbling, Instead of Ages
Date: 2012-03-09 03:18 am (UTC)Notes: After making sure this wasn't a repeat from the 100 Drabbles of Summer, I decided to make this prompt about what happened the first time Victor got drunk. I always found it amusing to make him a little chatterbox when drunk. . .
“Oooh, my head. . . .”
“Finally back with us, Victor?”
Victor blinked blearily a few times, then managed to focus on the face of Mayhew, leaning over him. “What happened?” he asked, trying to ignore the way his own voice seemed to be trying to crack his head open.
“I tried introducing you to a good ale last night – thought it might relax you some,” Mayhew said, half-smiling. “It did its job a little too well, I think.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t remember? You were babbling on all over the place about anything that popped into your head. You must have tried to tell me your life story twice over.”
He had? Victor tried to remember, pushing past the headache. Yes, if he thought about it, he did sort of remember talking and talking, the alcohol making him believe that whatever he said was pure gold. . .
Wait. His life story – had he told Mayhew –
The thought was like having a bucket of cold water dumped on him. He stared up at Mayhew, wondering if he dared ask. “M-Mayhew. . .did I – did I say anything h-horribly embarrassing about w-when I was f-fifteen?” Please say no please say no I couldn’t bear the shame the pity –
“Nah, you just told me how sad it was Scraps had to go like he did,” Mayhew said, patting his head. “Nothing about – well, I’m sure you know.” He winked.
Victor managed a smile. Yes, he did know. And thankfully, Mayhew didn’t. His secret was still safe. “Mayhew?”
“Yes, Victor?”
“I think I’m just going to have the o-occasional glass of champagne from now on.”
“Good idea.”
Notes, continued: Funny, right? Allow me to possibly change the tone. Read it again, now knowing this tidbit of information:
Victor didn't want Mayhew to know about his suicide attempt at fifteen.
Reads a little differently now, huh? (At least, I think so.)
Re: drunk: Wine of Babbling, Instead of Ages
Date: 2012-03-09 05:29 am (UTC)Victor: *hic* Mayhew, man, life's been the craziest. Amirite?
Mayhew: Victor? Are you sure you haven't been drinking a little too much of that stuff, mate?
Victor: Nonsense, Mayhew! Okay, so I'll start telling you my life story. But you have to pay attention! Promise?
Mayhew: *sigh* Okay, okay, promise.
Victor: *hic, clears throat and begins to rap* Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just to sit right there. I'll tell you how I became a wealthy fish merchant's only son and heir. *humming the instrumental between hics and dancing in place*
Mayhew: *laughing* Victor, this is--
Victor: *continuing on* In West side of Burtonsville, born and raised. Drawing butterflies was how I spent most of my days.
Mayhew: *more serious* Victor.
Victor: Chillin' out, maxing, relaxing all coo-
Mayhew: Victor.
Victor: All playing that piano outside of--
Mayhew: VICTOR.
Victor: I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licence plate said 'Fresh' and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought nah forget it, yo homes to Bel Ai--
Mayhew: VICTOR. WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU BABBLING ON ABOUT? THAT PART WASN'T EVEN YOUR LIFE STORY. YOU ARE DRUNK. JUST CALM DOWN, GO HOME, AND TAKE IT EASY! GOOD GOD, RELAXING YOU WAS THE WHOLE POINT!
Victor: *staring blankly for a while, then continuing after like 10 seconds* I pulled up to the house at about seven or eight and yelled to the cab, "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
Mayhew: *facepalm*
ONE THOUSAND APOLOGIES. I AM SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO SORRY. I COULD NOOOOT RESIST.
Re: drunk: Wine of Babbling, Instead of Ages
Date: 2012-03-09 10:09 pm (UTC)Re: drunk: Wine of Babbling, Instead of Ages
Date: 2012-03-10 08:32 pm (UTC)