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Fine Wine? | Ian & Kaley

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whiskeyandsmolder.

It was strange, having not spoken to his friend in so long. In the past few weeks before Ian’s trip back home, the two of them had lived together and seen each other every day. Of course, before that they didn’t exactly live in each other’s pockets but they had kept in contact. Now, Ian felt like it was weird being in his house and not seeing Kaley there, or at least hear her in her room. Leaving his bag abandoned on the floor, Ian opened the fridge, only to grimace at the inside and begin sniffing at and throwing things in the trash. Apparently he needed to go shopping ––– and clean his fridge. “I’m standing in the kitchen right now. Where are you? I didn’t know you weren’t here.” One of Ian’s hands moved with the question motioning around the quiet kitchen as if asking a whole question of its own. Though, he ended up smiling when Moke meowed and leapt up onto the kitchen counter to greet him. Ian pet his head as he smiled, turning his attention back to his friend. “And this had better not be my wine bottles on this island, Cuoco, because then I might have to charge you for drinking my collection.”

It felt nice to hear his voice, maybe she should have given him a call sooner, or let him know she was heading back to LA for Christmas. It took her a second to realise he was back in London and another second to remember the mess she had left behind. It wasn’t dirty per se, but the sheer amount of empty bottles told another story. A story she wasn’t ready to share just yet. She racked her brain for an excuse but nothing could excuse this. Not even for long enough, until she got back to London and could explain properly. 

“I’m sorry.” She managed to mumble, fear and shame overwhelming her. “I had people over the night before I left and I didn’t get a chance to clean up properly. I’ll do it when I get back. I’m so sorry.” The lie had left her lips before she had a chance to stop it. But maybe the lie wasn’t as bad as the truth, but was it enough to fool Ian? “I’m packing right now, my flight is in a few hours. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” She didn’t know how but she would try. “And I didn’t touch your collection. You know I wouldn’t dare.”

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whiskeyandsmolder.

Kay, you’re my friend. Don’t ask me why I’m concerned. Life’s shit, I get that. I do, but drinking as much as you are? Its gonna kill you, darling. Look, I drink as hard core as anyone else, you know? But you’re not fine, Kay. Don’t you see that? Let me help. 

You can’t help though. I don’t know how you can help..

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whiskeyandsmolder.

Take your pills and listen. Look, i’m concerned about the amount you’ve been drinking, alright? And that, coming from me, the dude who has at least one whiskey a day, isn’t good. I’m thinking one glass in the evening? Fair deal.  …Now you talk.

Why are you concerned? Theres nothing to be concerned about! You can’t start telling me how much I’m allowed to drink, Ian! I’m fine!

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ben-tbarnes.

Perhaps I would have, but the after effects of the alcohol last night are catching up on me this morning. Okay, you beat me on the feeling rough front, that does sound more than slightly crap. 

Yeah, I think I’m going to live in my bed for a few days until this throbbing in my head goes away. I think it might take a few days.

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bellsinlondon.

You too? My headache has a headache.

Day two still hurts. Why do we do this to ourselves?

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whiskeyandsmolder.

Tell you what, darling. I’ll get you some Tylenol and some water and then you’re going to tell me all about how you’re going to give up drinking for a month.

I’m what now?! You can’t stop me from having a drink when I want one, Ian. I’m an adult for god sake! I mean, you’re one to talk!

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whiskeyandsmolder.

I’ll even make you breakfast if you ask nicely. Really Kay, what made you think getting drunk on top of having jet lag was a good plan? Even I had a quiet one this year.

Pretty please with sugar on top? I’ll pay you back, I promise. I don’t know, I didn’t realise it was such a bad idea at the time. Of course I do now. I probably should have taken your advice last night.

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whiskeyandsmolder.

Maybe its a good thing that i didn’t get drunk last night. I wouldn’t pay to feel like you right now, sweetheart.

Neither would I but apparently decisions were made. Could you possibly come and bring me water and painkillers? And give me a cuddle until I’m done feeling sorry for myself?

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I need someone to bring me greasy food and juice right now. Take some serious jet lag, add a lot of wine, barely any sleep and you’ll be where I am about now. Everything hurts.

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atjogialdn.

I spent the holidays in Canada, so I can’t say the same thing. It sounds like you had a good time though, maybe you won’t take the sun for granted again.

I did, thankyou. Oh, I don’t think I ever will again, I’m pretty sure I’ll freeze when I get back to London!

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Fine Wine? | Ian & Kaley

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whiskeyandsmolder.

It was kind of funny. And disturbing. And somewhat worrying that Ian had allowed one of his friends to stay in his house while he was back home sorting out the last few details he needed to move a ISF store to London. That wasn’t the concerning thing. No, what was concerning was the fact that Ian had walked into his once pristinely clean new house to find wine bottles covering every inch of the kitchen island. So Ian was concerned. And even more so when he realised that said friend wasn’t even in London anymore. Where Kaley had disappeared to, Ian was sure to find out with one phone call but that wouldn’t stop his mind reeling at the sheer amount of wine bottles that were residing within his new house. He needed to host an intervention ––– and soon. Really, Ian thought that he was bad, with his tendency to drink a little too much ––– and alone, at that. He hung out with himself a little too much and he tended to be the life of the party a little too often. This, however, was another scale of bad. This was borderline scary and Ian had every intention in helping his friend through whatever she was going through. He understood the whole divorce thing, he’d only recently been there, after all. He wasn’t doing this though. With one hand rubbing at his forehead, Ian dumped his luggage bag on the floor and pulled his phone out with the other, dialling said friend’s number. Kaley and he needed to have a little chat. Right now.

Going back home for a few weeks was just what Kaley had needed. She had reached a pretty low point in London and being around her family was the best thing for her. There wasn’t a moment that she was left to wallow in her own thoughts, her family and friends made sure of that. But here she was, with two empty suitcases open the spare bed at her sisters house and huge a pile of stuff next to them. Somehow she had to fit it all in the two cases. And there was a lot more there than she had brought with her from London. That was the problem with Kaley going on several shopping trips with her sister. Of course she had to stock up on things she couldn’t buy in London and then there were things she needed to buy. I mean, it would be rude to just leave them in the store. 

She had to be at the airport in less than three hours and still no packing had been done. Hearing her phone ring, she reached over and grabbed it, and smiled seeing Ian’s name on the caller ID. They hadn’t spoken in a few weeks, both being so busy. 

“Hey Ian.” She answered in a cheerful voice, standing up from the cross legged position on the floor to stretch her legs. “I’ve actually been meaning to call you. When are you back in London?”

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angieinlondon.

That’s always one of the best parts about going back to LA – every day really does feel like summer after you’ve been somewhere else for a while and then you get to rub it in while your family’s all bundled up. Well, at least you’ve still got a few days to decide where to spend New Year’s.

I decided last minute to come back to London, my flight is later tonight. Only problem is that I haven’t got any plans sorted yet! I suppose that’s what my 11 hour flight is for.

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