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The Cove has been out since God knows when this morning and Fabrice hates today as he hasn't loathed a birthday since the first one he'd spent without his father. Having tea with Riley helped a great deal, even if he still feels uneasy and the churning in his gut has yet to subside. He can't help but worry that Violet Coombs is going to return to town and murder Demetri in cold blood. Or that Demetri's father will do something equally as heinous. He doesn't know the Thornton patriarch, but he knows the rumors and the whispers; he also knows the look in Demetri's eyes whenever he speaks about his father finding out about his true nature.

In short, the supposed town curse and the goddamn family rivalry is yet again eating away at him.

So Fabrice finds his way into one of the local bars in town; decidedly not Coombs Tavern, or anywhere where people might recognize him. The pub he's in now is antiquated, small, and fashioned after an old, English inn. He finds himself a small corner and tucks himself away from any prying eyes, of which, thankfully, there are only a few of here. He begins with a glass of beer, which he nurses for a good hour before moving on to harder stuff. He downs a couple shots and another couple of glasses of whiskey. His throat burns, and the ache in his chest from his worrying fades a bit.

He doesn't usually get drunk; really, he only ever drinks on social occasions, especially after that beach party. But tonight, his heart hurts, and guilt clouds his every thought; he can't stop worrying about Demetri, and the fact that today is his birthday stings like a rusty nail into the side of Fabrice's skin.

"Happy birthday to me," he mutters, finishing off what remains of his last glass of whiskey before making an attempt at getting up from his table.

He winds up falling flat on his face.

OOC: Find Fabrice in the bar, having recently fallen flat on his face. He's having a grand old time for his birthday, as you can see, and he's basically drunk off his ass.

Fabrice calls work once he feels able to hold a conversation over the phone and the pain of his scars dull to a manageable roar. Of course, he gets his mother on the line, who worries instantly and, before granting him an excused leave from work, insists on bringing him back home. Her tone leaves little room for argument, and Fabrice finds himself too tired to even make an attempt. So he gathers the little he packed to begin with, gathering it around him as he waits for his mother to arrive.

She doesn't say anything when she arrives at his hotel door, just throws her arms around him and pulls him close. He clings back, shaking with more tears as the severity of the past couple of days continues to haunt through him, like a poltergeist. She brings him out to the car while whispering comforting words, the way she used to do when he was a child.

"The zoo will run just fine without me," she insists, when Fabrice attempts to protest at his mother staying with him at home. She brings him to his old room, still decorated as it was before he left for college, dinosaur comforter and all. She tells him she is making soup before she heads back downstairs.

He curls up on his bed from his youth, his phone next to him on the bedside table. He knows there are texts from multiple people wondering where he is; he'll look at them in a minute, he tells himself, as his eyes fall shut again.

OOC: I know Emily was looking for a way to get in contact with Fabrice, so if anyone knows him/asks around, they'll hear he's staying back with his mother and can get in contact with him that way. Fabrice seems to be my outlet for angst, lately.

Do the birds suffer so?

Do they sing because they know this life don't go slow?

Entries tagged with small disasters

Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess, singing drunken lullabies. {Open}

Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone. {Open}