@kaylawritesthings (For Julien)
Despite the New Zealand's monarch best efforts, sending Tegan to rehab in Norway didn't pan out the way they hoped. There was no magical switch to sobriety and compliance for the playboy prince. No. That was evident by the fact he was already down his fifth flute of champagne at the ball and was desperately looking for his next glass. In his own defense, Tegan really did try this time. After seeing how horrible Mia felt about him, he wondered that maybe if he'd clean his act up, she wouldn't hate him so much. He didn't last three weeks of withdrawal. Which might have been a personal record. But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't much of an attempt at change. Too bad. Tegan was willing to give himself points for trying. Even if the rehab wouldn't. "You think with all this money the least the Thai people could do was get something a little stronger than this bullshit." Tegan chimed in to the nearest person, taking a glass off a waiter’s tray and knocking back all the contents in one swig. "Am I right, mate?"
