Atlanta, GA
United States of America
September 2009
8:24PM
“You have to admit that you were expecting
it to happen already.” Three pairs of eyes glanced Tadashi’s way; Tadashi
merely gave a dead shrug and took yet another shot of a drink Ross had ordered
minutes back. The alcohol stung and burned. “You two were already like this
drink.” Ross raised his cocktail, “On the
rocks.”
The pun was met with groans from the rest
of them. Eri shot Ross a hard look, to which the other merely smirked and
sipped from his glass. “That was horrible, O’Neill. And not the time or place
for it.”
“What?” Ross shrugged, “It helped, at
least. Sato can’t spend the rest of his time sulking. Let the man laugh.” They
looked at him again and Tadashi felt uncomfortable. Letting loose a nervous
laugh, he drank yet another shot, to which Sol gave him an apprehensive look.
“That’s not going to help,” she told him
quietly. “Drinking isn’t going to help you, Tad. You know that.”
“It seems like the best option for now,” he
muttered. Clutching the glass tightly, he glanced towards the bottle to which
Sol pushed it away. Ross caught sight of it and cocked a brow, leaning in a
little closer and inspecting Tadashi closely.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “You don’t look too
good, man. Sol might be right in taking the bottle away from you.” In response,
Tadashi could only groan and rest his head on the table, mumbling for them to fuck off.
