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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 8:57 pm
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(( Still on last night, after going to the bar. ))
*Letting himself into the house through the door in the garage, he flips on the kitchen light switch. The first thing he notices is the smell ... the house has been closed up for several months, and the air was stagnant. xp He hangs his keys on the hooks near the door, then open the window over the sink to let some fresh air in. He walks through the house, flipping on the overhead lights as he goes around to open up more windows. Getting the air circulated will help, but with the cooler nights like tonight, they cannot stay open for long. The rental house has been sparsely furnished with a fridge and stove, a small dining table with only 3 chairs, an old couch and coffee table, a bed and dresser in each of the 3 bedrooms, and a washer and dryer in the basement. All the furnishings are useable, but have definitely seen better days. But now ... the house seems so empty ... and quiet ... no one else around, but him ... all alone. neutral
Sitting down on the bed in the master bedroom, his mind wanders as he thinks about his family ... the innocent faces of both Frannie and Nico, sleeping peacefully in their cribs ... and Trina, all alone in that huge bed of theirs ... He can only imagine how upset she might be with him right now, perhaps wrapped up tightly with a blanket amongst all those pillows. In his mind, he can see himself lying next to her, looking into those beautiful blue eyes, his hand sliding along those sexy curves of hers, leaning in close and kissing those luscious lips ... God how he misses her. sad
Sighing, he gets up and goes back round the house to close the windows, leaving each open just a crack, and shutting off lights. He stops in the hallway and opens up the nearly bare linen closet. Up on the top shelf and way in the back, he finds some clean sheets and a blanket. They would be very hard for someone shorter than him to notice, let alone reach for. Standing up on his tiptoes, his fingers are just barely able to reach as he pulls them out. Going back into the bedroom, he goes from one side of the bed to the other, as he methodically makes the bed. After undressing, it is then that he realizes he doesn't have any other clothing with him, nor is there any food in the house. After hanging his pants and shirt on some wire hangers found in the closet, he slides under the covers, knowing he'll have to figure things out tomorrow.* stressed
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 9:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 9:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 9:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 9:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 9:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 9:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 3:54 am
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(( Still on the first night away from home, to reflect back on the Irish Bar scene ... sweatdrop ))
*Throughout the night, he tosses and turns, not able to get comfortable with the mattress being so lumpy ... definitely not at all like the comforts of home ... home ... Trina ... the twins ... would like nothing more than to be home with them right now. sad He rolls over onto his back, raising his arms up above and clasping his hands behind his head. Staring at the darkened ceiling for a long time, he thinks back to the discussion he had with Shamus earlier that evening ...
*After several shots, Will starts to loosen up a bit. At one point Shamus leaves the bottle with Will while he takes care of a drink order, then returns to his friend to lend an understanding ear. Will soon starts blurting out his troubles, his own Gaelic tongue now loosened up from the liquor, starts showing up every now and then as he speaks.* She's angry at me, Sham! emotion_donotwant She said she'd try, but I can't do it all on my own! She just doesn't get it! *Shamus, who looks to be about 10 to15 years or so older than Will, listens to the troubled man.* Aye can feel for 'ye there, lad. *Will slams back a shot, then refills his own glass and slams that one back too.* She stopped -askin'- if aye wanted ta' go. Aye thought she didn't -want- me ta' go with her, or didn't want me around ... so aye stayed at work more. neutral *Shamus picks up a dampened bar towel and wipes a section of the bar top.* Hmm ... Did ye' try calling her? Phone works both ways, ye' know. *Will starts turning the empty glass around in circles with his fingers again.* Yah ... We seem tah keep missen' each other. She's busy doing her things, or aye'm too busy with me own work. ... Lots of voice mails an' texts ... phone tag like, 'ya know? confused
*Will sighs and picks up the bottle to refill his glass. Slamming that shot back, he sits quiet for a moment, then starts to get a bit agitated.* stare Ya' know what? ... She couldn't even -call- tah find me! She just went an' filed ah report on me, man! mad Can'ya believe -it-?! A frickin' -Missin' Persons Report-!!! emotion_jawdrop stare *Not able to help himself at how funny that sounded, Shamus breaks out with a deep laugh at his friend.* lol Ye've got yourself into a fine mess there now, haven't ye'? xd *Will, now rather perturbed with the bartender's amusement stare pours himself another shot. Slamming that shot back, he grows more agitated and immediately follows through with yet another shot. By this time, all the scotch he's had now has his words slurring quite a bit.* emotion_donotwant ... Sheh left with HIM! evil Wen'ta Austraylah wivv HIM an' gotta' shark! ... But sheh didn't -tell- me! emotion_donotwant Jus' up an left me wivv dah babiez! gonk ... Ohhh yeah! biggrin ... Aye's got babiez, Sham! Aye's got -2- of 'em now! -Twins!- mrgreen Can'ya believe it?! I'mma Daddy now! emotion_awesome *Will pulls out his cell phone and fumbles with it while trying to locate the pictures he took of the twins, the same ones he sent to Trina while she was in Australia. While Will was distracted with his phone, Shamus takes away the empty glass and the bottle of scotch to take care of them. He then goes over to the coffee machine and fills up a cup, then returns to place it on the counter in front of his friend. Finding the pictures, Will then points to each baby as he shows the pictures to Shamus.* Dis is mah lil girl, Franneh ... an' dis one is mah boy, Nico. Aren' theh awesumm?! An' look! Dey's got mah mamma's hair! emotion_awesome *Shamus smiles as he looks at Will's babies.* They most certainly do! Ye' did good there, lad! biggrin
*As Shamus gives a couple of firm pats on Will's shoulder, Will taps on a couple of icons and pockets his phone again, a frown now appearing on his face as the sadness sets back in again. sad He then notices the coffee sitting in front of him and sighs. He realizes that it's time to sober up, then picks up the cup and takes sips of the hot liquid now and again, as he speaks.* Aye missus mah family, Sham ... Ay've gone an' cut my hours -way- back an' have been working from home, so that aye's can -be- there for her, -and- for our babiez ... But sheh's not seeing that. gonk It's that there guard of hers emotion_donotwant ... -Giovanni's- his name! evil ... He's made his intentions -very- clear, that he's gonna' take her away from me! evil He's taken advantage of our problems, an' usin' his -charms- to come between us! evil ... Ay've seen it in her eyes sad an' he's turnin' her away from me! emotion_donotwant ... Aye don' think sheh's broken our vows yet, but aye don' know for sure. Aye loves her with all my heart, an' aye wants her back! ... Aye jus' ... aye jus' don' know how tah' fix this one, Sham ... *Sighing, Will picks up the cup again, and with the coffee now warm, he takes a long drink and empties the cup. Shamus had listened intently as Will explains, and gets all riled up, with his Irish temper begining to flare up nearly as red as his hair. As Shamus speaks out rather loudly to his friend, he raises a fist into the air or pounds it hard against the counter for emphasis.* mad Ye' want yer woman, right? Well ye've gotta fight! ... Ye've gotta' find that -fire- within 'ya, and jus' -take- her back! ... Remember yer' stock! Yer' lineage, lad! ,,, Fer centuries, we Irish 'ave been wooing our lasses wit shows a' strength! ... Ye've gotta' -find- that Highlander inside of ye' an' make a plan, lad! Then put 'yer boots back on an' -fight- to win her back! scream
... Still looking up at the ceiling, he remembers all that Shamus had said. A pep talk is exactly what he had needed! ... But for now, he needs to rest, in order to gather his strength. And tomorrow, he will figure out what he needs to do to win his wife back. Sighing, he rolls over to his side, only to find the emptiness there next to him. Reaching for a pillow, he wraps his arm around it, wishing he were at home and wrapping his arm around her as she lay next to him. sad Closing his eyes, he lays there for quite awhile before his mind allows him to fall asleep.*
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