Vega

Brooke Vega. 149 23.Closeted Alcoholic.

[hall-nathan]

He stayed quiet at her first remark, and took in a deep breath before leaning more forward. “And that is all my fault,” he admitted, tone very low when saying that. “I’m sorry. I owe you that, I know. Maybe even a thousand more, and if you really don’t think that I never cared than you’re wrong. I care so much, and I paid the price for what I did. I am sorry that I put you through that..”

[brooke-vega]

“It’s not like I’m easy to get along with, so, I guess it’s not entirely your fault.” She laughed, slightly. “This was a mistake,” she said, regretting all of her honesty. “God, it was so much easier denying everything.”

[hall-nathan]

His head shook a bit, but a grin appeared on his face at her remark. “Well I figured we’d be talking about that now, but we’ll get to that,” he replied. Taking another drink from the bottle, Nathan could feel the effects of whatever she put in the drink as he set it down onto the table. “Not at first,” he said honestly, as harsh it may have sounded. “But it didn’t take long for me to realize that something was off,” he quickly added.

[brooke-vega]

“I hope she was a boring and terrible lay,” she said, sinking into her seat. “I hate you,” she said suddenly. “I hate that I care about you. I hate that you forgot about me. I hate that you could love someone else. I hate it. I hate everything about being your partner.”

[hall-nathan]

“We had quite a distance between us. You should know I would have been fine,” he said, even if he knew deep down that he had been worried about her while he was gone. In such short time they had seeing each other time, it was nothing but their usual bickering they’ve always have been with each other. After she took her second drink, Nathan picked the bottle back up and took another drink of his own, a much longer timed swig to speed up this process to get where they needed to be.

[brooke-vega]

“Great. That makes me really happy that you were so confident. You’re still a fucking idiot and I don’t even know what the hell you got yourself into,” she said, a twisted smile forming on her face. “Did you even care?” she asked, the question coming out of no where. “When I left. Did you even notice?”

[hall-nathan]

Nathan sat down in the nearest seat, and leaned himself forward to rest his arms down onto the table. Eyes glared a bit as he tried to see what Brooke was doing, some caution rising when she had closed her eyes and he figured she was up to something. He hummed out a short chuckle between his closed lips, a corner of his mouth forming into a small grin as well. “I see trust has been thrown out the window,” he said before he snatched the bottle and took a quick swig from it.

[brooke-vega]

“Nope. Still chalk full of trust issues, all thanks to you. I’m just sick of all the hiding behind wit and sarcasm. It’s tiering. I want everything out on the table. Thinking that something could have happened to you with so many things left unsaid made me sick,” she said, not able to hold back any of her words, no matter how much she may have wanted to. She took another drink, already feeling the effects wearing off. It was frustrating, but the close proximity to her partner just made her heal too quickly.

[hall-nathan]

“Don’t act like all of a sudden you didn’t care that I left now. But fine, you want a fight? Pull up a bottle ‘cause we have many years of making up for that..”

[brooke-vega]

“Let’s make it interesting this time, eh? Get everything out in the open,” Brooke said, as she grabbed the closest bottle of alcohol she could find. She covered the top of the gin with her hand and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she took a shot straight from the bottle. “We’re gonna have to keep drinking this or the effects will wear off too quickly,” she explained, handing the bottle to Nathan. “Ready to only be able to tell the truth?”

[hall-nathan]

“In person? So we could have done what we’re doing now? Arguing and you giving your implications that you want absolutely nothing to do with me? Well my apologies for not having time to play the game of back and forth with you.”

[brooke-vega]

We fight. It’s what we do. Bored of it? You can leave. Go on another super secret mission. Just don’t get yourself killed, ‘cause frankly, I like living.

[hall-nathan]

“What can I say? I’m old fashion and all. At least I was kind enough to leave a note when I left.”

[brooke-vega]

At least I wasn’t fucking some dumb blonde when you left. With how cryptic you were, you owed me a goodbye in person.

[brooke-vega]

hall-nathan:

“I leave town for a few months and you’ve resorted into hanging out with the stale residents on this town. You’re asking the wrong people that kind of question, Bumble Bee.”

Oh, my God. Nathan Hall in the flesh. Never thought I’d see the day. Since, ya know, I thought we only communicated through notes these days.

[brooke-vega]

What? Don’t you think it’d be fun to make a bunch of drunk humans hallucinate? This town is just so boring. I need entertainment.

[brooke-vega]

When Brooke saw the note, she was about to tear it in pieces. After the night she spent with Nathan, anything that had to do with him that involved any sort of intimacy was not something Brooke wanted to be a part of. However, the first line piqued her interest enough to keep reading.

“I’d like to believe you’ll read this entire thing before you crumble it up and toss it behind you and the only reason why I left this was because I still don’t have your phone number. I’m going to need you be stay safe though. As if you really need to be told this or even want to hear it coming from me. I’ll explain it later if you want to know, but I’m heading out of town to take care of problem we’ve all been dealing with since the day were born. I’d like to encourage you to stay in your room and drink all day again, but I’m sure you’d do the exact opposite if I did that. Just whatever you do, be safe.”

Something was wrong. No one in this town would tell her what it was, but she’d be damned if she was kept in the dark forever. That little fuck, she thought, as she crumbled the note and stuffed it into her jacket pocket. When he came back, if he came back, Brooke would definitely be hearing his explanation.

[brooke-vega]

ellisxclaire:

Of course, but I’m not a fan. That’s like mixing business with pleasure and it’s so not my style. But by all means, drink your heart away.

I prefer my life no business and all pleasure, but suit yourself.

[brooke-vega]

hall-nathan:

Well, tying you up could easily be arranged if that’s your desire. Just for keeping a close eye and making sure you don’t get us killed, of course.

Of course. But, I think we both know being in a confined space with each other would be detrimental to our health.

[brooke-vega]

ellisxclaire:

I don’t necessarily know if I should mix my coffee with my booze.

Ever heard of Irish coffee?

[brooke-vega]

ellisxclaire:

I guess so– but in my opinion, the perfect cure for a really bad hangover is to just keep drinking. Which I guess really isn’t a cure, but more of a state of denial.

Let’s start now.

[brooke-vega]

hall-nathan:

Wonderful idea. Now all I’d need is to be locked up in your room and I’m no longer jealous.

No dice, Newsie. The only way I’d be locked in anywhere with you again is if I’m tied up, unconscious, or dead. 

[brooke-vega]

hall-nathan:

Well there’s the surprise of the century.

Jealous? I’m sure you could pick up some Tequila Rose to fix your lonely nights.

[brooke-vega]

ellisxclaire:

Who the hell knows? The coffee’s not too bad though.

You’re not wrong about that. Perfect cure for a really bad hangover.