Gettin High on Not-Life; Closed; Backdated to Feb.

[donttalktome]

characters: Will and Daylight
location: The Fallout Shelter in Downtown Beacon
date/time: during the Night We Met event
content: drinking to forget
warnings: large amounts of alcohol consumption, drug use

What the hell is a healthy coping mechanism? Will sure doesn't know. But healthy has nothing on quick, as far as he's concerned, and that's exactly what he needs right now.

Not for himself, though. Which is maybe a first.

Instead he's looking for something for Daylight, because— well, because a lot of reasons. The one he least wants to admit is that he feels responsible for the state the metal alien is currently in. He's the one who brought him the opal, after all, though he's realized he isn't the only one who had one like it. The more prominent reasons, though, are that he doesn't dislike Daylight enough to leave him sobbing on the street, and if anyone knows how to block out a terrible memory, it's Will Fucking Ingram. He knows this better than anybody.

Normally he'd light up a joint and grab some alcohol from the Invincible, but Beacon's downtown has been rediscovered now, and with it comes a place he's already quite fond of. Apparently, the spirits there know how to have fun just as well as he does. So that's where he herds the hysterical ten-foot robot.

"Find a seat, if there's one big enough. Use a table if there isn't. I'll go get us something good."

He waits to make sure Daylight doesn't just stand in the club's doorway before wandering off to find one of the spirit dealers.