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musebyquotes | 2.17. Takayuki Ikkaku quote
Wednesday, 29 April 2009 05:53 pm2.17. "Memories can be sad, but sometimes they can also save you."
- Takayuki Ikkaku
[Follows THIS]
He couldn’t get drunk, he couldn’t get drunk, he couldn’t get drunk—
Fuck it.
“Double vodka,” Marc ordered, biting the words out as he roughly pulled his wallet from his pocket and threw a hundred dollar bill onto the bar. The drink was in front of him before he had a chance to change his mind, the bartender clearly adept in patrons just like him. Marc pushed the fingers from both hands into his hairline, his elbows resting on the bar as he stared at the drink.
“Am I putting the hundred onto a tab, dude?” the bar tender asked, waving the note in the air with a smirk.
Marc merely offered him a slight and nodded. “Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, giving his fingers a dismissive flick so the guy would piss off and leave him alone. He exhaled slowly and heavily, trying to some how will his head to stop throbbing like someone had hit him. And they kind of did, only it was an emotional hit, reaching for more widely than just his head. He had no idea how he got through that day of babysitting after Izzy’s appearance. It didn’t end particularly well and Izzy eventually just left without many more words passing between them. He deserved everything he got, and he knew it, but at the same time, he had already been feeling like he was bordering on an emotional break down after the weight of everything seemed to want to compound on him all at once. Maybe he should have tried to find her so they could talk, but maybe he also had no idea what he could say to her. Nothing seemed to be enough. There was no way they were ever going to be friends again. But now it just felt like he was losing her all over again and this time, he was doubting his strength to get through it.
( He was a fucking bastard. He got that. He hurt them all. He ruined them all. Did it all for nothing more than just a job... )
Isabel Owens [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isabelowens], Harri Ryan [straight2point], Ali Sullivan [agentsullivan] and Alex Carter [undercoverdoc] referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,016
- Takayuki Ikkaku
[Follows THIS]
He couldn’t get drunk, he couldn’t get drunk, he couldn’t get drunk—
Fuck it.
“Double vodka,” Marc ordered, biting the words out as he roughly pulled his wallet from his pocket and threw a hundred dollar bill onto the bar. The drink was in front of him before he had a chance to change his mind, the bartender clearly adept in patrons just like him. Marc pushed the fingers from both hands into his hairline, his elbows resting on the bar as he stared at the drink.
“Am I putting the hundred onto a tab, dude?” the bar tender asked, waving the note in the air with a smirk.
Marc merely offered him a slight and nodded. “Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, giving his fingers a dismissive flick so the guy would piss off and leave him alone. He exhaled slowly and heavily, trying to some how will his head to stop throbbing like someone had hit him. And they kind of did, only it was an emotional hit, reaching for more widely than just his head. He had no idea how he got through that day of babysitting after Izzy’s appearance. It didn’t end particularly well and Izzy eventually just left without many more words passing between them. He deserved everything he got, and he knew it, but at the same time, he had already been feeling like he was bordering on an emotional break down after the weight of everything seemed to want to compound on him all at once. Maybe he should have tried to find her so they could talk, but maybe he also had no idea what he could say to her. Nothing seemed to be enough. There was no way they were ever going to be friends again. But now it just felt like he was losing her all over again and this time, he was doubting his strength to get through it.
( He was a fucking bastard. He got that. He hurt them all. He ruined them all. Did it all for nothing more than just a job... )
Isabel Owens [
isabelowens], Harri Ryan [straight2point], Ali Sullivan [agentsullivan] and Alex Carter [undercoverdoc] referenced with permissionWord Count | 1,016
