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heyboss

[He sighs at that. He hates to think of his friends fighting with anyone, but knowing that he was out there hurting him, getting into fights...it's upsetting.]

He had his own ideas.

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cameclosest

A fucking disaster dressed in good intentions.

[Varker's jaw clenches as he says so, watching the shark meandering in it's tank.

The urge to throw something so he doesn't get too emotional is rising, thinking about Vash and his stupid fucking face.]

I thought if I could change his mind, maybe I'd actually have some hope of graduating.

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heyboss

I think it's going to hurt you in the long run if you try and pin your graduation on someone else.

[His smile falters a little.]

That would just be cruel.

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cameclosest

If looking at him wasn't like looking at a fucking mirror I might agree with you, Lester.

[He glares down at his empty glass.]

Doesn't matter now anyways, he's gone and I doubt he remembers this place or a word I've said to him.

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heyboss

That doesn't mean that your effort wasn't worth it.

[Which he has to remind himself about every day.]

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cameclosest

I can barely classify it as a failure when it was left unfinished.

[He can fail, he does it all the time, but the abruptness of being unable to continue trying left a poor taste in his mouth. On that lingers far longer than the burn of whiskey.

He slides his glass back over to Sheehan, perhaps looking to cash in on more pity.]

I should stop talking about it or else I'll just end up pissing myself off.

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heyboss

[Sheehan looks him dead in the face and downs the rest of the bottle on his own. If they're going to be sitting here as friends, then Varker gets to see Sheehan be a friend.]

Oh fuck...

[Maybe it wasn't a good idea.]

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cameclosest

[Varker, to his credit stares at Sheehan with wide eyes, not having expected that before he does a double take of the bottle and then Sheehan again.

Varker's body is processing the alcohol in his system as he sits here, faster and more efficiently than any human body could. If it wasn't, he would have been dead multiple times over. Drinking a fifth of whiskey or what ever had been left in that bottle can't be good for his entirely mundane, human friend.]

Christ, what the fuck did you do that for?

You're going to make yourself sick.

From:

heyboss

[He buries his face in his hands and shakes his head.]

I - [And he hesitates here, trying to get his feet under him. Trying to keep it all down.]

I am the cleric to a merciful god with a sense of humor. I'm fine.

Edited Date: 2026-02-13 04:03 pm (UTC)

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cameclosest

[Varker watched as Sheehan struggles to stand.

He might have a problem, but Sheehan doesnt, and as much as he's not dealing well with a certain priest getting sober, this is different.

He might ask too much of his friend, but he doesn't want his self destruction to be pushed against like this. It's pricking his temper in the worst way.

He stands himself, catching the other man's arm.]

Get up, I'm taking you to the bathroom.

Edited Date: 2026-02-13 04:16 pm (UTC)

From:

heyboss

For what reason? I'm fine.

[He leans heavily on Varker, his eyes closing.]

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cameclosest

Of course you are, that's why you're having trouble standing.

[He has half a mind to yank him along, but as surprised and angry as he is, he can't do it. He sighs, heavily and marches them toward the bathroom.]

At least I don't have to hold your hair back, but I hope you have a tie clip or you're going to be a mess.

From:

heyboss

[He really has no choice but to follow, his legs feeling a little weak as he closes his eyes and his head falls forward.]

Oh I'm not -

My cat hates mess. [And he giggles.]

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cameclosest

[He feels the urge to tattle on Sheehan except then he'll have to explain why he did it, and he knows why.

He kicks open the bathroom door in the lounge, guiding Sheehan to a stall and looks at him expectantly. He wants to shake him.]

I don't like mess either, so give me your tie, and get in there.

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heyboss

[He leans against the wall and loosens his tie, but the nausea is already fading. He breathes through his nose, letting it out, and presses his cheek against the tile wall.]

I'm alright.

I told you.

John doesn't like mess.

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cameclosest

[Varker is trying not to think about what he did the last time he was in this bathroom, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Yes, well most people aren't after drinking that much.

I can, because Birkov is a sick piece of shit. But you? [He sniffs, eyeing Sheehan's back.]

Does John like you testing your limits like that?

From:

heyboss

[He shakes his head, but that's a bad idea and then he leans back against Varker again.]

No.

Of course not.

But I'll be fine.

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cameclosest

[Varker hesitates before he steadies him with a hand on his chest.]

You know this won't stop me.

[temporary distraction at best.]

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heyboss

Nope.

But I can't stop you. You can only stop you. But I can - not - enable you.

[He leans heavily against the hand. Not being sick does not exclude him from the actual drunk.]

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cameclosest

Good luck with that.

[It's not so much bitter as it is hopeless.

He knows he has a problem. He's blatant about it on purpose for the simple fact that it is impossible to hide and so the more obvious the less likely someone will point it out. That he doesnt have to talk about it, just keep drinking.]

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heyboss

I should be wishing you the luck.

[His eyes close.]

Fuck.

Can you walk me home?

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cameclosest

Don't waste it on me.

[Varker takes in a deep breath, heaves a put upon sigh and rests his chin against Lester's shoulder.]

If I didn't like you as much as I do the answer would be no. [He straightens up, knows he isnt exactly sober either but can sure as fuck walk better than Dr. Drink here.]

You sure you don't need the toilet before we go?

From:

heyboss

[He waves a hand.]

I'm not sick. I'm just - I need to go to bed.

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cameclosest

Alright, but if you puke on my shoes you owe me a new pair of Louboutins.

[That's the price of friendship, Sheehan. He will steady him and start to walk him out towards the entrance, to the deck.]