► 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

[bindlestifflost]

You really think you gotta tell me that, Lady?

[Yeah, he just...can't with this.]

I seen what happened in '29. I seen them fellas what came back from Cantigny. Belleau Wood. The ones what still had their faces, and some a' the ones what didn't. I seen men gut stabbed for a crust a' bread and no other reason the other fella's so outta his head with hunger he don't even know his own self no more.

[He rises abruptly, his chair scraping.]

You got somewhere better to be or softer to land, then carry yourself there, and more power to you. I'll take what I got and be glad I got it, even if it means the whole damned world's about to end and I got a front row seat.

[He marches over to the bar to settle his tab, mad at himself for losing his temper and mad at her for refusing to get it.]