IC Inbox

[weboftime]

voice | video | action

Comments

[weboftime]

Yes. Exactly that.

Not drinking together and threats of quality time.

He sighs. "I'm not speaking," he tells her firmly and starts off his text post.

[wishiwasatree]

"Didn't specify. Whatever makes your dick hard."

She pours one last shot for Henry and then corks the bottle, waiting until she sees the post for herself to actually leave.

[weboftime]

He blinks at her. "Why do you have to talk like that?" he grumbles and then types out his post.

He shows it to her.

"There. It's done."

He can already feel the effects of alcohol, which is something quite similar to the drugs he's been given before, without the fear associated with them.

[wishiwasatree]

She observes the post - and Jesus Christ, Henry - but nods. He's done what he'd promised, so that's her cue to leave.

"Make good choices," she says, picking up the bottle and shot glass and heading to the door.

[weboftime]

"Leave the bottle?" he says, making it seem more like a question than a demand.

He doesn't want to get drunk, but there a knot of anxiety in his chest that seems to be a bit numbed by it.

[wishiwasatree]

She's wary, but sympathetic. He isn't likely to leave his room searching for more booze, so she places the bottle right into his hand.

Let him makes a few bad choices as the young adult he is.

"See you tomorrow," she tells him.

[weboftime]

He takes it and places it on the desk, tossing his communicator onto the floor for the moment.

"Why tomorrow?"

[wishiwasatree]

"Just to check in, you'll be fine."

And also to deliver a hangover remedy.

Trixie slips out before he can argue with her about the visiting hours thing.