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[redhotsummers]

[Alex should have posted about this earlier. He really should have. But for some stupid reason he kept thinking that if he just waited, something would change. That things would...reverse, and be all just a really shitty dream.

But it's not. It's not and Alex needs to just face up to the shitty reality. Which, thankfully he is really good at doing.]

For those of you who knew him,

[Which was, frankly, almost everyone]

Josias St. John is gone. Went back home, or whatever, with the jump.

I have all his shit, so if you want any of it, you're going to have to ask me for it.

[Which, he hopes, is what Josie would have wanted. Lord knows he doesn't know what to give to who.]

On a related note, if anyone has a large enough amount of alcohol to get someone who metabolizes the shit quickly, drunk, I'd really appreciate if you helped a guy out.

Thanks.

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[notmarieanymore]

I'm sure we could find some.

I'll show you how to shoot whiskey like we did back in the South

[debts]

Bad day?

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[handelaar]

I want something

[redhotsummers]

anything that will get me destroyed, thanks.

[redhotsummers]

You could say that.

[When the guy you've loved for over two years disappears...its more than just a bad day.]

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[redhotsummers]

Do you know what you want? I'm uh--I'm in his room right now, so you could just come over...

[notmarieanymore]

Honey shots, then.

I'll go grab some stuff from one of the bars. Come meet me in my room?

[mindtricks]

are you going to be at your room later?

[redhotsummers]

Yeah.

I'm not--

--I think I'm going to stay disappeared for a while

[Meaning he'll be in his room for days being a sad person and trying to pretend he isn't so upset.]

[redhotsummers]

Works for me. Just don't expect me to be good company.

[mindtricks]

I'm coming over.

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[notmarieanymore]

it's alright.

[ and lo and behold, whenever he feels like showing up, Rogue is ready with a few bottles of high proof space whiskey. And some honey she found in the kitchens. ]

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[redhotsummers]

[Alex shows up, and well, he looks like shit. Before he would have tried to pretend nothing was wrong, but that isn't that easy, these days. Let those walls come down, and they don't come back up so easily.]

Hey.

[redhotsummers]

Gimme a few hours?

[For him to get drunk and get back to his room <3]

[notmarieanymore]

Hey. [Well, shit. Alex looks like hell, and in desperate need of a drink. She wasn't the first to advocate alcohol as a problem solver, but right now he needed a problem forgetter.]

You look awful. C'mon in. Let me know if there's anything I can get you, other than whiskey.

[mindtricks]

Of course

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[redhotsummers]

...got any chocolate left?

[redhotsummers]

Just booze. Lots of it.

[He gives her a tight, painful smile, and gestures for the bottle.]

I didn't--I think I fooled myself into believing he'd never leave, you know? Like this place wouldn't take him away.

[notmarieanymore]

I don't.

[But here, have a bottle. In the meanwhile, she'll pour herself some whiskey over ice.]

I've never really been in this position. I mean-

[No, that was wrong.]

My friend, back at home. Logan- I never thought he'd leave, not after the Statue. But he did.

He came back, though.

Maybe he will for you, too?

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[forgodssake]

my sympathies.

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[redhotsummers]

Couldn't last forever.

Guess it's--better than a breakup.

[No it isn't. But hey, at least he isn't going back home to death.]

Hank's gone too.

[redhotsummers]

I shouldn't want him back.

[Alex takes the bottle, taking a long swig, hissing at the burn.]

He's safe, at home. He could die here.

I just--

[He scrunches up his face, hand balling in a fist, plasma rippling for a moment.]

--I fucking loved him, damn it. I should have known this would happen.

[notmarieanymore]

[Wait.]

You loved him?

[This was new. She blanches slightly, hiding it behind a drink of whiskey from her glass.]

Careful- don't- don't break anything. But I'm- wow, I'm real sorry, Alex.

[redhotsummers]

[Oh no.]

...Marie, I was with him for two years. I didn't--

[Shit--]

--I'm not good about talking about that stuff.

[Oh god, he really needs another drink.]

Maybe I should go.

[Maybe he should go.]

[debts]

Do you want company or a punch to the face?

[ It's probably not a joke. ]