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Aug. 7th, 2005 02:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
latino_menaceGetting wasted was difficult, but he just about manages it - by the simple process of drinking half a botte of tequila as though it were water. It takes less than ten minutes to finish but he doesn't move afterwards. Lets it sink into his system while he stares at the walls and tries to think.
He hadn't ever intended to let Random find out his deal with Elan Morin. And if he was going to tell him, that was not the way he would have wanted it done. Not under some kind of spell like that, with Random having to come and save his ass from a crazy man.
He thinks about what Arithon had said days before, that he'd help if he asked. He was thinking about it - but after their less-than-congenial conversation that night, would the offer even still stand? He snorts. Of course it would, this was Arithon. But still, it didn't make asking any more palatable. And besides, if Random was going to disappear back to Amber then he might as well keep the thing going. No one except those two kn...fuck. Jasin knew as well now. Too much to hope for that he'd keep his mouth shut.
He sighs and thinks about going to bed. He's nervous about what the fuck Jasin put on his skin and deals with it in the usual manner - getting angry at him and ripping his shirt off to see.
An upside-down tear drop, on the back of his right shoulder. He reaches over to touch it - skin feels normal. Like a tattoo, only not, because tattoos take a while to heal, but this feels like part of his skin already. He doesn't need to be told that its not coming off.
He stares at it for a long time. Then instead of going to bed, he finds another shirt and heads back to the bar. He will sleep - he just needs to drink another bottle first to help the process along.
He hadn't ever intended to let Random find out his deal with Elan Morin. And if he was going to tell him, that was not the way he would have wanted it done. Not under some kind of spell like that, with Random having to come and save his ass from a crazy man.
He thinks about what Arithon had said days before, that he'd help if he asked. He was thinking about it - but after their less-than-congenial conversation that night, would the offer even still stand? He snorts. Of course it would, this was Arithon. But still, it didn't make asking any more palatable. And besides, if Random was going to disappear back to Amber then he might as well keep the thing going. No one except those two kn...fuck. Jasin knew as well now. Too much to hope for that he'd keep his mouth shut.
He sighs and thinks about going to bed. He's nervous about what the fuck Jasin put on his skin and deals with it in the usual manner - getting angry at him and ripping his shirt off to see.
An upside-down tear drop, on the back of his right shoulder. He reaches over to touch it - skin feels normal. Like a tattoo, only not, because tattoos take a while to heal, but this feels like part of his skin already. He doesn't need to be told that its not coming off.
He stares at it for a long time. Then instead of going to bed, he finds another shirt and heads back to the bar. He will sleep - he just needs to drink another bottle first to help the process along.
