#teddy | interactions

[ncghtshifts]

closed for @stainedcherub

Despite the party being full of people, Teddy still found himself promptly comfortable on the floor between Lana's legs. There was a stressor between them now, something they may never be able to get rid of, and yet there was a natural gravitational pull between them that was impossible to ignore. Call it years of giving into it or years of not - Teddy wasn't inclined to pretend he wasn't exactly where he wanted to be, even when he maybe should. Especially if Lana would still give him the time of day. There was always a chance that it'd stop, and Teddy had no real way of calculating when that'd be, so he clung to what he could while he still had the chance. "Jesus Christ!" He hollered, flinching back as they watched in abject horror as the bulkiest man alive spewed into an empty plant pot by Lana's windowsill. "This is what you get for having the world's least accessible washroom, Lana. How could you not think of the grown men who can't hold their liquor? This party's over with as far as I'm concerned!"

[eclvpses]

for: @demidevildiva location: teddy & taer's home

Teddy’s sobriety came and went with the breeze. It was always on a balancing beam and the slightest gust would cause it to come plummeting down without a second thought. A feather waiting to drift one way or the other. Losing Freya made it catapult a thousand miles away and crash-land right into a bottle of Honey Jack Daniels. Teddy thought it classy. “Oh - shit, I didn’t know you were still up.” He mumbled, noticing Taer when he entered the kitchen. It was late, nearing 4 AM, and water had become a necessity at that point of the night - morning. “Unless I woke you up? I didn’t mean to scream earlier but - T, I think I broke my toe. I stubbed it so hard… you would’ve screamed, too. It’s human nature and I’m nothing but God’s court jester.”

[eclvpses]

for: @plantfeed location: outside the pearl

After the ball - after Freya, after everything - Teddy felt nothing short of worn out. Overrun and taxed and constantly worried. No one was well, Lana least of all, and there was nothing Teddy could think of to fix it. This wasn’t something that was fixable - so instead of being stressed, Teddy decided to be drunk. And with company that made his chest feel less heavy. “Where’s your fanny pack full of goodies?” He asked, holding out his cigarette towards Rory. Originally he’d thought to offer them their own smoke, but sharing felt like a good excuse for excess intimacy that he didn’t have to practically beg for. “I need fuckin’ Tylenol or something. I’ve had a headache for a few days straight - do you think it’s an aneurysm? I’m half convinced my brain’s seconds away from exploding as is.”

[eclvpses]

for: @brightstvrlights location: may's tavern

“What do you think?” Teddy mumbled, sliding his phone to Riley over the table between them. For a casual Thursday afternoon, he was already a few pints deep, but - it was Thursday, that’s what Thursday afternoons were for. A random Tinder match was on the screen, all nice teeth and bright eyes. “Too chipper, do you think? All things considered I’m trying to be stingy with the strangers I meet and they’re giving, like. I mean - serial killer a bit.”

[eclvpses]

open - nye masquerade ball

There were inappropriate levels of drunk when it came to nice events like this. There were also inappropriate levels of drunk when it was this early in the evening, but Teddy could only control so much. A hero, he was not - but inappropriately drunk? "Lookie, lookie! I come bearing gifts. I have, uh... either tequila or gin, which shot's calling to you?"