Nostalgia and Vodka

No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

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Walking into the hotel the Russian sighed. His shoulders slumped as he rubbed his eyes and ignored the peppy happy to help desk lady, who frowned as the boy walked right by her. He wasn't feeling well, he hadn't had a drink in about four hours and well.....that bothered him. It wasn't as though he couldn't function without drinking, he could and quite well. The problem was, he remembered things when he wasn't drinking. Bad things. Sad things. Things that made his life hell and his sleep nonexistant. But he had to behave himself, at least for now.

Rubbing the back of his head he wandered down his hall, trying to focus on the number plates located on the doors. What was his number? Frustration rolled over him and he had to check the piece of paper in his pocket again. Walking forward he sighed, a throbbing developing in the back of his head. He really needed a drink, and fast.

Nostalgia began to settle inside of his stomach, he was getting flash backs again. Maybe painting would help him. He mused quietly, trying to remember if he even brought any of his art supplies with them, or forgot them at home in a rush. Furrowing his brow he clearly wasn't paying attention, otherwise he wouldn't have crashed into the person in front of him. Swearing in Russian he fell back and groaned, rubbing his sore back. "Ow.."?

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I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

oh but still if you were gonna crucify me

i would not want nobody to see

TAG: FELIX OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: 'Nani aqumgaurvik uitaa' means where is the bar xD

The woman let out a small yawn as she rubbed the back of her hand under one of her eyes. She glanced down at the makeup that had rubbed off on her hand and frowned. The week before, she had been informed that she was required to attend a few meetings. The word, ‘meetings’ bumped around in her mind, an unwelcomed presence. She hated meetings. She hated speaking to people at meetings. She hated having to travel for meetings, but most of all, she hated being forced to go out and buy ‘decent’ clothes. Not only did she have to fly all the way out to Anchorage just to go shopping, but she was told that she also had to buy some sort of makeup or concealer for the bags under her eyes. “Can’t have you looking like a lazy drunk, now can we?!” Alfred was lucky that he had learned to dodge Alaska’s punches otherwise she would’ve done some serious damage to his face. The woman gripped the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Nani aqumgaurvik uitaa?” she asked herself quietly. A good sign of Alaska's aggravation was talking to herself in Yupik.

Trudging along in her heavy new boots, Alaska slowly made her way over to the bar of the hotel. She clenched tightly to her briefcase in precaution of dropping it do to her half-conscious state. “God I need a drink,” she sighed as she stood in the doorway of the bar. She looked around, taking note of how many people were already in the bar, but did not care either way. Alaska had never been much of a drinker—mainly because it bothered Matthew and she was easily drunk and brash once in that condition—but days like this called for an exception. Just as she was about to step inside the bar, she was knocked down by a person behind her. With a small yelp as she fell forward, Alaska fell over onto the ground with a thud. “Excuse you!” she shouted a little louder than necessary. Quickly, she began to scramble for the briefcase and all that had flown out of it. “Why don’t you watch where you’re—” Alaska looked up at the man finally and immediately reacted with a frown. “—oh, it’s just you. How unfortunate. Next time you try to kill me, please put a little more effort into it.

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cause you could kick me hard when i'm down

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

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No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

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Felix blinked a few times before shaking his head. The throbbing in his head increased, and he flinched before cautiously standing. Finding his sense of balance was better than usual was alarming, especially since it almost made him fall over again. He stood better when buzzed. Sighing gently he looked down at the girl across from him, and smiled sweetly. "Alaska!" A sad look crossed his face immediately, a troubled frown tugging at his lips.

"Aww Alaska, why would I ever want to hurt you?" He seemed too sincere to be lying, and bent over toward the woman. He held out a hand to help her up, smiling weakly at her. "You look really tired, can I buy you a drink?" Felix was always quite the gentleman to everyone, or tried to be at least. And plus he liked Alaska. No one was really sure why since all she was was rude to him, but he still liked her.

"I haven't seen you in a while, what have you been up to?" The small capital had been very busy taking on most of Ivan's work lately, and the result had been quite a catastrophe. All the work had been properly done, but at the price of his health. He felt fine sure, but he was losing more and more sleep as the days went on. He barely left the house now, all he did was paperwork and listen to his boss ramble on and on.

Oh, and that pesky nostalgia that was creeping up on him again. But he couldn't drink on the job too much, which was a problem. Frowning to himself he decided thinking rationally, completely rationally, was a dangerous thing and meant he was absolutely sober. "I really need a drink.." He mumbled to himself with a troubled (maybe even sad?) look on his face.

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I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

oh but still if you were gonna crucify me

i would not want nobody to see

TAG: FELIX OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: Shadow on the Wall

Alaska let out a long, frustrated exhale as she gathered up all of her papers before pushing her hair back and out of her eyes. “I don’t know! I’m sure there’s some reason.” She glanced away with the statement and began to occupy herself with her papers as her lips formed into a hard line. Harsh declarations ran through Alaska’s mind before she finally looked up and spoke again. “As a matter of fact, I am and, as a matter of fact, you can.” She took his hand, clasping onto her briefcase and papers in the other, and stood up. She glanced around the bar, bestowing and evil glare upon a few people she caught staring.

Slowly, she walked over to the bar with Felix and took a seat beside him, setting her briefcase in the chair beside her. “Up until now, I haven’t been doing anything. You?” she replied as she set her cheek into her hand with a tired notion. She glanced up at the bartender nonchalantly as he walked over to him. “I’ll have whatever he’s having,” she grumbled as she motioned towards Felix beside her. With another sigh, she swiveled sideways in the barstool to where she could see him better and waited on him to order. She didn’t care what it was—she didn’t have an alcohol preference—she just hoped that it was strong. And she knew very well that it more than likely would be.

cause you could kick me hard when i'm down

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

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A small pout pursed his lips as he helped the woman up, balancing her weight as he shifted back. "I would never hurt you Alaska." The thought seemed entirely behind him, he was just a bit too nice sometimes. He tried to avoid violence and feelings of anger as often as possible, it just wasn't.....good to him. Smiling sweetly as her he followed her to the bar and sat down, sighing a bit as he was finally off his feet.

"You need to sleep more." He gently prodded her arm. "It isn't good for your health." As if he could talk. He'd barely been sleeping lately, but the circles under his eyes werent as obvious as hers seemed to be, even with the makeup. Leaning back slightly, hands clasped to the bar, he looked at the ceiling in thought. "I haven't been doing anything besides paperwork for a while now." He mused on the idea quietly, thinking about the pile still waiting for him back in Russia, and grimaced. It'd be another long sleepless week.

He leaned forward, resting his chin in the opposite arm to alaska as he became a mirrored image of her position. The bartender looked at him and he smiled. "Vodka, Russian vodka." One thing he couldn't stand was fake vodka, and fake vodka was anything that wasn't slavic to him. The man seemed to understand, and brought two glasses and a bottle of Russian vodka to place in front of them..

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I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

oh but still if you were gonna crucify me

i would not want nobody to see

TAG: FELIX OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: Shadow on the Wall

“If you say so,” she replied under her breath as she glanced down at the bar. She mentally kicked herself and was then reminded that her problems were not his and to stop making them obvious. Another sigh escaped the woman as her eyes locked onto the edge of the bar and she continued to listen. As he mentioned something about sleep, Alaska reached for a napkin setting in front of her and wiped off all the makeup under her eyes. For decades, she had appeared as a sleepless shell of a person, and there was no fixing that. “If I could sleep, I would.”

She glanced over at her briefcase, knowing very well that inside it, there was a small bottle that could solve that problem. Alaska bit down on her bottom lip as she continued to look at her briefcase. ‘What if Matt found out, what would he think of you then?’ Alaska let out a slight cough as she turned away and looked back at Felix.

Luckily, Alaska had never been one to have too much paperwork. And it wasn’t as if paperwork was as bad as meetings; she could at least take her paperwork home and do it. “No wonder you’re here instead,” Alaska mused with a slight grin. She reached out for one of the glasses and pulled it in her direction, glad that she could rely on Felix to order a proper drink. Alaska was fully aware that this was not one of her better ideas, but she didn’t care. It was either a night drunk or a handful of people dead; and the former was probably better for everyone

cause you could kick me hard when i'm down

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

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Felix frowned looking at the girl in front of him. He wished there was some way he could help, every time he saw her she always seemed so angry and sad. Rubbing his cheek thoughtfully he smiled. "Did you ever consider getting something like a teddy bear?" He offered to her cheerfully. Stuffed animals always helped him sleep, and usually he thought it was the cure for a lot of sleep related problems. Tholugh the thought never seemed to occur to him that not everyone was the same as him and not everyone was comforted by animals, it was worth a try.

A small laugh escaped him. "Yea, that and Ivan sent me anyway as a representative. I don't know if he's allowed to do that, but so far no one's complained at all so I guess it's okay." He shrugged and leaned back, pouring some of the clear liquid into his glass, and downing the entire thing without so much as flinching. It momentarily felt like glass slicing into his throat, but the pain ebbed away and was replaced by a gentle burn. The bartender seemed surprised in the very least, and gaped for a moment before returning to work.

Motioning to the bottle he picked it up and poured the woman next to him a large drink, and topped himself off as well. "Shall we drink to our hardships and accomplishments?" He found that combining the two was the best way to have a drink, drink to the bad as well as the good and things seemed to go a lot more smoothly. Both ways you could get drunk as well as dwell on whatever you wanted to..

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I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

oh but still if you were gonna crucify me

i would not want nobody to see

TAG: FELIX OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: Shadow on the Wall

Alaska looked over towards Felix, an eye perked ever so slightly. The woman had never grasped the concept of stuffed animals, or any other ‘security blanket concept’ items. She found comfort in very few things and inanimate objects were usually not the source. “Um, I do believe I have a dog for that,” she chuckled, thinking back to her large Malamute at home who was probably asleep on the couch at the moment.

“You poor dear,” she added with slight amusement as she watched the man pour her drink. A slight grin sprouted onto Alaska’s face, knowing very well that she was going to end up getting herself into some sort of trouble later on in the night. She picked up the glass, eager to force it down her throat but stopped as Felix added something. Slowly, she set the glass back down on the table. Still wearing the same grin and the same eyebrow ever so perked, Alaska shook her head. “Well, I honestly can’t name any accomplishments of mine, but I’ll drink anyway.” After that being said, the woman hoisted her glass into the air before downing the glass quickly. She shook her head once more, forcing the liquid down her throat with an even wider grin.

A content sigh escaped the woman’s lips as she set the glass back down and turned away. She wiped a hand over her face, trying to release some of the tension in her skull before resting her hand on her forehead and shutting her eyes. Strangely enough, a small laugh began to echo, growing louder and more noticeable by the second. Still chuckling, she looked back up at Felix. “Ya know, Felix, my original plans for the afternoon were to go back to my hotel room and beat my head into the wall.” She snickered under her breath at the comment. “This is much better! Pour me another glass, would ya?” The woman sat upright, alcohol already pumping through her bloodstream, and held out the glass, waiting for her next go.

cause you could kick me hard when i'm down

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