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May 8th, 2021
 | 10:55 pm - Thread Archive
I hate losing good threads even when the other character is long gone OR the game has ended. Thus I've saved what I could.
Henri and Jayson - First Meet
needing to see each other
doing JD and Henri 'things'
Who: Jayson Emmerson
What: Wandering and emo
Where: The streets of Birch Creek
When: O dark thirty of March 19th
Rating: R for emo and language
Status: Complete/Closed
Summary: Jayson gets too much alcohol and isn't dealing with Henri being gone well at all and ends up outside all night
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No one had heard from Henri. Not his employees, not the other vampires, no one. Jayson shouldn't care. He should say it sucks and move on, find another body and have fun. Life goes on; he had work and friends and his pack.
Except he couldn't.
He toyed with the label of the Jack Daniels bottle in his hands. It was just over half full. And this was the second bottle. He didn't like this. He didn't like feeling and caring and having his guts ripped out and not have any blood. So he was going to drown the pain, make it go away. With enough alcohol it would go numb and fade and it wouldn't be so bad at all.
He took a long slow drink, the amber liquid burning down his throat and warming him. It was so late now he wasn't even sure but it was cold, the roads already a bit icy but it didn't matter to him. Jayson sat on the bench along mainstreet and stared up at the partial moon. If he wasn't a Were, he's probably be frozen solid; as it was he was just mild to chilled.
Jayson took another drink and set the other unopened bottle on the seat beside him. He wondered how Connor and Lily did it. How had you wrap your life up all in one person, rely on someone else. It made you feel like shit. He growled and finished off the bottle in a full long gulps, his head spinning and then he chucked the bottle against the building behind him, taking no pleasure in the shattered glass everywhere.
"Fuck you, fuck this fucking fucked up town!" he shouted. "What was the fucking point? Why open yourself up, why care about people?" he yelled out and doubled over. His temper was getting worse and he was losing control. His body was shivering but it wasn't the cold. No, no he couldn't phase, not now. A polar bear couldn't drink, and that's all he wanted..
He slumped down and reached for the other bottle and opened it quickly. "I hate myself. I hate this god damn town," he yelled staring up at the moon and slugging down his third bottle of whiskey, raking his face as tears threatened to overflow his eyes.
Jayson got up and wandered down the street and before he knew it, he was at Henri's property, at his beloved house. He stumbled through the doorway as he took another drink. "I hate you, you selfish vampire. Do you hear me? I hate you for smiling at me and caring about me," he stammered through drinking more. "I hate you Henri Glass for making me fall in love with you and then leaving me."
And then Jayson Emmerson did something not many people in his life had ever seen. He fell to the ground, slamming the bottle beside him and yelled. The sound wasn't human, it was primal and raw, long and drawn out, almost a howl. And then he dropped his head and he was overcome by gut-wretching sobs, his body tense as he leaned against a half wall, and cried.
dramallama times
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