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Post by Sync on Jan 16, 2011 16:21:01 GMT
  you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ieuan was furious. In fact, he was beyond furious. He was livid. His expression was contorted with pure disgust, and he wasn't even sure who it was directed at. Sure, there was Max. He was accusing Ieuan of being a player, which had made Ieuan laugh darkly. "Takes one to know one." he muttered, glaring at the rain soaked ground as he walked. It was still raining, throwing it down in fact. He had the hood from his jacket sat on his head, but it wasn't keeping him dry in the slightest. Of course, there was Chris to blame too. If he hadn't sprung up, Ieuan and Max would still be fine. But deep down, he knew he was to blame. Sure, not for all of it but a lot of it was down to him. He gave a sigh, his expression loosening a little. He knew that if he hadn't kissed Chris, things wouldn't be so bad. But the way he and Max had spoken made him angry, and again his expression tightened as he remembered it. Lashing out suddenly, his still bandaged hand caught the wall. He didn't wince, he didn't give any reaction. Carrying on toward the bar, there was only one thing on his mind. Get so drunk that he couldn't remember a thing.
He entered the bar, relaxing that little bit as the familiar surrounding. That fact would alarm his Uncle. This rose a strained smile to Ieuan's features. He knew Dafydd disapproved of his drinking, and Ieuan knew why. But Ieuan could stop if he wanted to, where as Dafydd had to force himself those years ago. He took his usual stool at the bar, glad to see that it was the older woman on duty. She never bothered him, just gave him his drinks and left him to drown his sorrows. "Beer please." he asked quietly. She rose a brow at his tone, but pulled the pint and took his money. After that, the drinks came as quickly as he drank them. In fact, he'd lost count pretty quickly. He had a half full one sat beside him, his head slumped on the bar onto his cross arms. Someone shoved him, causing him to rip his head up and glare at them in agitation. His vision was a little blurry, but the glare was still effective. "F**k off." he snarled, standing up from the stool. His movements were surprisingly steady, graceful even. Downing the rest of the pint, he asked for another. He kept his eyes on the man who'd shoved him, watching as he retreated slowly. Handing his money over to the barmaid, he took the drink and carried himself over to the far table by the window. The three tables around him remained empty, he radiated negative vibes. Drinking in sullen silence, he mulled over what on earth he was going to do with his messed up life. Right now, becoming permanently drunk seemed like the best idea.
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Post by Onzy on Jan 16, 2011 16:40:35 GMT
So far it had gone well. The pregnancy was routine, but then again it had only been a week that Kris knew she was expecting. The doctors said that she was already a month along. It was the happiest time in her life, but she knew that there was so much going on. Dafydd, happy as he was, was distracted by his nephew's problems, and it was understandable. Family was the closet thing that one had, and you always looked out for each other. Kristin exited the hospital, and made her way in the rain to the truck. Another check up. They were scheduled monthly now, due to her high risk status. She hated the sound of those three words, but they were true. Driving home, she saw a familiar figure walk into the local bar.
So it seemed that Ieuan was indeed a frequent visitor, but she knew that it wasn't for her to tell Dafydd. Rather, she parked the truck, and waited for a few minutes before exiting the vehicle. Mineral water, she asked the bar maid. When she had the bottle and paid, she scoured the bar for Ieuan. There he was, a pint in hand, and slowly she walked to him. She was careful not to get jostled, and seated herself across from Ieuan. You wanna talk about it? she asked. Either that or I'm forcing you to come with me, she added, but she wasn't going to allow him to drink himself into a stupor. It went against the grain, and she had seen to many people die because of drinking too much. It's Max isn't it? she guessed, well she knew, but it was a kinder thing to ask, than do a Spanish Inquisition.
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Post by Sync on Jan 16, 2011 19:27:04 GMT
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -He looked up from the table when he heard the chair in front of him being pulled away from the chair. He glared at the person accusingly, and his eyes narrowed when he realized who it was. "He better not be sending you to check up on me." he snapped, not feeling bad about his tone. "And no, I don't want to talk about it." His tone was as equally harsh. "Last time I checked, I'm 19 and legally an adult. I don't think you can force me to go anywhere." She was already annoying the crap out of him and she'd only just sat down. Yes, she was with his uncle, but that gave her no right to boss him around. He glared at her over his beer, holding the glass possessively. He was pretty sure this was number three or four. Maybe five. Her next words made him stiffen, his eyes narrowing once again. How did she know? Silently fuming and deciding that he would march around to see his uncle later, he nodded his head shortly. "Max among other things." he offered reluctantly, his form still tense. He didn't want to be sat with Kristin any longer. But he didn't move. Instead he held eye contact, hoping to make her uncomfortable and she'd move along. One thing was for sure, he wasn't leaving the bar until he couldn't walk properly. He bit down on his lips when he realized what had happened last time he was here. He'd saved Chris. That was where things got too complicated for words.
He leaned back on his chair briefly, drinking the last of his beer. "I guess you're not going anywhere, so I'll be back in a second." he told her in monotone, standing from his chair. He'd sobered up a little more so his movements were still surprisingly graceful. Making a beeline for the bar. The barmaid saw him coming and already had the beer ready. He smirked as he handed over the money, and she gave him a disapproving look. He just shrugged and made his way back to the table. His expression soured a little when he realized he'd have to go back and talk to Kristin. He'd seen her look at the beer, knowing that she didn't agree with what he was doing. That made him want to do it more. Sitting down on the hard, wooden chair that was surprisingly comfortable, he gave a slight sigh and took a sip from the drink. Placing it back down on the table, he caught Kristin's eyes once again. "If you think i'm going to divulge in my life problems, you're sorely mistaken. Just because your with Uncle D doesn't mean I have to have anything to do with you." His tone was harsher than he meant it to be, but his mind was so f****d up lately that he couldn't help it. He didn't avert his gaze, he held hers steadily. The sooner she got that he wasn't going to share, the better.
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Post by Onzy on Jan 17, 2011 18:39:19 GMT
Kristin raised an eyebrow at his tone, not saying anything, but rather she left it be. You honestly think Dafydd would send me if he knew where you were? No, I was actually the hospital, she answered. Suit yourself, she thought to herself. She held his steady gaze, not uncomfortable in the slightest. She had had the same staring matches with stubborn colts before, and it was the same. Slowly but surely she watched as Ieuan finished his beer and went to go fetch another.
Kristin itched for a moment to text Dafydd, but thought it best not to. She would talk to him later, but frankly the whole situation was stressful enough as it was. Dafydd seemed to be worrying himself into a state of ill health, and that mean't that she was worrying. She had seen Chuck a few times, and he was looking just as bad, no doubt about Max. It seemed to be a full circle of worry and doubt.
Frankly I don't give a s*** if you share or not, she replied. She could see the macho facade that Ieuan put on, but she also knew that inside he was struggling with his feelings, battling to put things into perspective, and regretting some of the choices he made. She had gone through the same thing when she had first met Dafydd. It seemed wrong at the time to go out with someone so soon after Jax's death, but looking back, she realised that it was the right thing to do.
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