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maskormenacelogs2017-02-02 08:52 am
brushoff) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-02 08:52 am
I black out on dessert wine
WHO: Dorian & others! some closed prompts, some open prompts
WHERE: all over the place
WHEN: all through the month of February
WHAT: surprise, Dorian Gray is actually secretly really pathetic
WARNINGS: talk of depression, mild drug use, alcoholism, body horror
open ish prompt: for people Dorian's got good cr with
Dorian's still an absolute wreck. It's been a month since Toby ported out and while he handled December by getting blackout drunk on a near daily basis, he's handled January by holing up in his apartment like a recluse, staring at his portrait, and just thinking about the past, about how he messed everything up, how it's his fault that if Toby comes back here, he won't be the same.
Of course, that's a big if in the first place. He's already lost Toby twice. What's the likelihood that the third time he loses him he'll get lucky?
Dorian's thankful for the blackout--it saved him the trouble of having to go out and pretend to care about all these sorts of trivial, boring imPort things. But he's hidden himself away for most of January and he knows that his friends are probably wondering why one of the community's most social butterflies has been laying low.
He has friends. Friends that care about him. That's still damn weird to wrap his head around.
So, Dorian's invited people over, partly to stop people from worrying, partly to force him to actually clean up his goddamn apartment. As he opens the door, Dorian gives whoever he invited a grin. There are still signs that things aren't great: there's far too many liquor bottles in the trash can, far too many shot glasses in the sink, and Dorian's wearing a sweatshirt. Still, he's able to put on a fake enough smile.
"Come on in," said with a nod.
open prompt: a bar in maurtia falls
This 'trying to people' and 'trying to seem like he's got it all together when in reality he almost had a breakdown at the laundromat when he discovered one of Toby's shirts in his load' fucking sucks. So Dorian's getting drunk. Again. Surprising no one. This bar's a bit more dive bar than his usual locations, but the alcohol's cheap, there's a jukebox, and nobody'll bother him.
That is, nobody except the bartender who recognizes Dorian as that guy who kind of passed out drunk sometime last month and they had to call a cab to get his alcoholic ass home. Needless to say, Dorian's gotten cut off after one drink.
So hello there person who Dorian might or might not recognize from the network, he's sliding right up to them, presenting them with his most winning, most 'surely I'M not trouble', most persuasive smile he can muster.
"Buy me a drink? I'll pay you back later, I just left my wallet at the house."
This is a lie. Just talking to the bartender will reveal this as a lie. Still, Dorian's delivering it like it's the utmost truth.
WHERE: all over the place
WHEN: all through the month of February
WHAT: surprise, Dorian Gray is actually secretly really pathetic
WARNINGS: talk of depression, mild drug use, alcoholism, body horror
open ish prompt: for people Dorian's got good cr with
Dorian's still an absolute wreck. It's been a month since Toby ported out and while he handled December by getting blackout drunk on a near daily basis, he's handled January by holing up in his apartment like a recluse, staring at his portrait, and just thinking about the past, about how he messed everything up, how it's his fault that if Toby comes back here, he won't be the same.
Of course, that's a big if in the first place. He's already lost Toby twice. What's the likelihood that the third time he loses him he'll get lucky?
Dorian's thankful for the blackout--it saved him the trouble of having to go out and pretend to care about all these sorts of trivial, boring imPort things. But he's hidden himself away for most of January and he knows that his friends are probably wondering why one of the community's most social butterflies has been laying low.
He has friends. Friends that care about him. That's still damn weird to wrap his head around.
So, Dorian's invited people over, partly to stop people from worrying, partly to force him to actually clean up his goddamn apartment. As he opens the door, Dorian gives whoever he invited a grin. There are still signs that things aren't great: there's far too many liquor bottles in the trash can, far too many shot glasses in the sink, and Dorian's wearing a sweatshirt. Still, he's able to put on a fake enough smile.
"Come on in," said with a nod.
open prompt: a bar in maurtia falls
This 'trying to people' and 'trying to seem like he's got it all together when in reality he almost had a breakdown at the laundromat when he discovered one of Toby's shirts in his load' fucking sucks. So Dorian's getting drunk. Again. Surprising no one. This bar's a bit more dive bar than his usual locations, but the alcohol's cheap, there's a jukebox, and nobody'll bother him.
That is, nobody except the bartender who recognizes Dorian as that guy who kind of passed out drunk sometime last month and they had to call a cab to get his alcoholic ass home. Needless to say, Dorian's gotten cut off after one drink.
So hello there person who Dorian might or might not recognize from the network, he's sliding right up to them, presenting them with his most winning, most 'surely I'M not trouble', most persuasive smile he can muster.
"Buy me a drink? I'll pay you back later, I just left my wallet at the house."
This is a lie. Just talking to the bartender will reveal this as a lie. Still, Dorian's delivering it like it's the utmost truth.
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Because what redneck belongs in something that's supposed to highlight the best of the imPorts? But fortunately, he hasn't sullied up the sexy calendar.
"But at least we were so good, we made two months a piece."
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"What can I say, they know talent when they see it."
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"Are you continuing with the modeling contract they gave you? Or was the calendar a sort of one-off thing?"
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"It's easy money and I can't bartend forever."
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"I mean, technically you could do something forever. But it would be a pretty boring forever." A pause. She fumbles for topics that keep them focused outside of themselves. "Hey -- do you want to go see a movie? Or maybe a play. We could just take off, you and I. Fly to New York and see a Broadway show. I never have before."
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"We're staying at the Algonquin, of course," said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "What better place for people like us!" What better place for witty assholes who like the sound of their own voice. "As for the show, nothing Webber, of course. I'd slit my wrists before being forced to listen to fucking Cats."
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The idea of this all -- the randomness, the different setting, the change of pace got Raina a bit excited by the prospect. She absolutely loved shopping in New York. And a bit of retail therapy could serve to improve her mood drastically. Along with the excellent company.
"We should try to get the honeymoon suite. We should throw our status as imPorts around and get them to give it to us -- regardless of if it's booked or not." Fuck romance. Fuck that couple. If Raina can't be happy, then she hopes she and Dorian can ruin someone else's night!
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"You're the beautiful head of a highly-regarded genetics institute, I'm a literal model. We've certainly got enough clout to demand the honeymoon suite!"