Re: TING! [SVR]
Posted: 05 Mar 2018, 21:47
Grayson was what a lot of people would have called a light weight, which was ironic, because he loved to get drunk. Though maybe those two things were related. Despite his height, it usually didn’t take very much for him to go from totally level headed, to tipsy, to slurring his speech and stumbling over himself. Thankfully, he happened to be one of those very cheerful drunks, who went between wanting to tell everyone how much he loved them, to attempting feats of (what he thought of as) magnificence. This was normally why he went for fruity drinks - he told himself they were less alcoholic, as if that had any actual bearing on reality. Of course, since having been turned, he hadn’t really been drunk at all. He hadn’t been ‘throw-up-and-pass-out-with-a-mustache-of-terror’ drunk. He hadn’t even been ‘take-a-piss-in-an-alley-and-accidentally-enrage-a-stray-cat-with-undesired-shower’ drunk. It took effort for him to get even that slight and pleasant tingly warmth of a good buzz going.
And then Charlie began to paint a picture. Grayson had always loved to travel, but he’d also taken it for granted for a long time. He’d come from that class of people who could spend all of his winter months off the coast of some beautiful sun-drenched island, throwing parties on one of the family marine vessels. Or go to a resort. Or visit Europe whenever he wanted. Gray was not strictly ashamed of who had been. He loved himself way too much for all of that. But he also had a lot of respect for people who hadn’t been given all of the things he had in life. The idea of having to work, and save up money to live in all of those different places had its own appeal to him. That was truly experiencing a place. Not just the best, which riches always bought, but some of the worst as well. “Bartender? I knew you were amazing the moment I met you.” He said, though his comment was more to himself than to Charlie.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” He said after a moment, when talk turned to his date’s mother and her father. There really wasn’t much else to say. His own parents were alive and well - they just thought he was a total and complete **** up. They weren’t really wrong either. He knew that, which was why he didn’t make amends with them. But he couldn’t talk about that. ‘Oh hey, I know your parents are gone, but I’m a bit of an idiot, so mine don’t really like me.’ Nahhhh. He could be oblivious but not THAT oblivious. “I take that to mean that you’ve found something in Harper Rock worth staying for?” He asked suddenly as he downed the last of the daiquiri, waiting for it to hit his stomach like the bomb his first drink post-turning had. That had been an ugly night. “And how sloshed do you want to be before we try the whole ‘ramming into each other like mad’ thing?”
And then Charlie began to paint a picture. Grayson had always loved to travel, but he’d also taken it for granted for a long time. He’d come from that class of people who could spend all of his winter months off the coast of some beautiful sun-drenched island, throwing parties on one of the family marine vessels. Or go to a resort. Or visit Europe whenever he wanted. Gray was not strictly ashamed of who had been. He loved himself way too much for all of that. But he also had a lot of respect for people who hadn’t been given all of the things he had in life. The idea of having to work, and save up money to live in all of those different places had its own appeal to him. That was truly experiencing a place. Not just the best, which riches always bought, but some of the worst as well. “Bartender? I knew you were amazing the moment I met you.” He said, though his comment was more to himself than to Charlie.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” He said after a moment, when talk turned to his date’s mother and her father. There really wasn’t much else to say. His own parents were alive and well - they just thought he was a total and complete **** up. They weren’t really wrong either. He knew that, which was why he didn’t make amends with them. But he couldn’t talk about that. ‘Oh hey, I know your parents are gone, but I’m a bit of an idiot, so mine don’t really like me.’ Nahhhh. He could be oblivious but not THAT oblivious. “I take that to mean that you’ve found something in Harper Rock worth staying for?” He asked suddenly as he downed the last of the daiquiri, waiting for it to hit his stomach like the bomb his first drink post-turning had. That had been an ugly night. “And how sloshed do you want to be before we try the whole ‘ramming into each other like mad’ thing?”