► LOG

[neonatal]

Who: addison montgomery + you
When: the rest of may
Where: a bar, the library
Summary: tdm prompts, getting her feet, losing her feet (alcohol)
Warnings: drunken disaster addie

► THE LIBRARY

Is this on yours too?

( she'd made them do a printout of the list, grabbing a pen from one of the desks and scribbling notes on it. it was weird, having a list that had her name attached to it but without any memory of having read any of the books. not that she'd had time to read a book lately, her last vacation had gotten sidetracked and well-- apparently she was now in gloucester.

so she was ignoring it, analysing lists and trying to do something that felt fine and normal when nothing really felt fine and normal. as if her life was normal anymore anyway )

I can't say I recognise the name... Which is weird, right? Reading a book you don't know you've read and probably haven't actually read? Right?

[ copied from her tdm ]

► A BAR

( she'd found a bar, she'd found wine. more than one glass if addison was counting (she wasn't). there had been some very nice men that had tried to explain this place to her, had been gentle about it but it was hard to accept. they'd seemed nice, believable and something had wanted to believe them. but she couldn't.

it didn't help that even before coming here her head had been reeling, that her emotions had been blown up and focusing on anything else when there were answers that she needed was hard. answers that she couldn't get. her brother was sick, her could die and... she could do nothing.

so wine had been the good answer. wine had been the only answer. lots of wine was the answer because addison really didn't want to be able to think of anything )

Comments

► a bar.

[halfdecay]

[ A night like tonight? Owen doesn’t have a lot of expectations. It would be easy to slip into old habits back in Cardiff: indulging in top-shelf vodka while striking up a conversation with a stranger who’s easy on the eyes. And so he does, arriving at the bar well-groomed and wearing proper clothes. That’s the first step.

He finds an empty stool next to Addison and orders a vodka gimlet. As much as he desperately wants to watch his thumbs twiddle away, his eyes betray him by diverting over in Addison’s direction. He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he can fancy a guess that this isn’t her first swig of wine this evening. ]

…How’s the cabernet here?

[neonatal]

How much do you like cabernet?

( she'd actually gone with a red wine that evening, though she'd tried a selection of them after finding that the first wine she'd ordered wasn't actually that nice.

cabernet happened to be the one in her glass currently )

It's not the worst thing I've drunk tonight.

[halfdecay]

Enough to remember one of their names.

[ The bartender sets his cocktail on top of the coaster as Owen nods quietly in thanks. ]

Had a mate back home who was mad about his cabs. It’s all we ever drank. Even in some shitty hole in the wall.

[neonatal]

Usually it's what serves the mood... or meal.

( usually the mood, she usually drank without food to relax or with friends, a nice glass of wine and conversation )

Tonight I'm taste testing. Maybe they don't have anything better.

( or she hadn't cared enough to ask for them. that was also true )

[halfdecay]

Maybe not…

[ He smirks as he takes a sip from his glass. ]

I guess we’ll never know if this place serves a vintage 1940s or something straight out of the box. [ A beat. ] I won’t judge. We all have our weaknesses.

[neonatal]

It's not just the year that makes it good... though usually even top-end bars don't store those.

( they don't ever want the risk of something being stolen. only somewhere where everything was expensive would do it. those were the places that addison had grown up with, the bottles priced at over $1000 each. but she'd grown to enjoy something that didn't cost quite so much as well )

There's a Cabernet-Syrah I'm fond of, it's French. It gets pulled out every so often.

[halfdecay]

[ … ]

Tell you what. Finish your drink and I’ll buy the next one.

[neonatal]

( there's a slight raise of her eyebrow but yknow what, she's not going to say no to a free drink )

I'm Addison.

( time to work on the wine )

[halfdecay]

Owen.

[ He goes for another sip, savouring the liquor before the ice melts. ]

Now how’s a face like yours end up in a rubbish ol’ town like this one?

[neonatal]

The same way yours did.

( it could have been a little smoother, owen )

Something about saving the world?

( though there's such doubt in her tone )