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Drinks had sounded like a great idea at the time, hoping the growing cold pit in his stomach could be treated with more burning shots of liquor. But he should've known better. All night he'd ignored the warning signs, focusing on his friends instead, hoping to any god in all of theology that he was just severely intoxicated. Yet no sooner had he reached the toilet in Luke's bathroom, projectile vomiting the alcohol straight back up, had he landed with an unceremonious thud in another bathroom entirely, now stark naked. "Ow, fuck!" Henry swore through gritted teeth, ribs having collided awkwardly with the side of the tub as he dropped seemingly out of thin air. With a groan, he rolled onto his back and gave himself a few seconds to get oriented, the thudding in his head dulling with time. He already felt grateful he was at least indoors this time. That gave him some dignity. Gripping his ribcage, he finally pulled himself up, gripping the tub for purchase. "Motherfucker," he hissed, trying to keep his voice low. He had no idea where he was and what world he'd just dropped into. As always, he had to be very careful.

Getting his bearings, Henry looked around the room, searching for any signs of familiarity. It might've been vaguely familiar but he couldn't place it, grabbing the towel off the rack and tucking it around his waist in the meantime. Finding clothes was usually step one. Finally stable enough to move, Henry cracked open the bathroom door and was instantly flooded with relief. Adrian's bedroom. He'd definitely been in here before. In fact, he could see his friend now, back turned to Henry, studying what seemed to be a painting. Actually a collection of paintings, Henry realised as he got closer. They all exhibited the same colours, purples and yellows splashed madly across canvasses, but there were other things too. Different foliage, castles, rough textures almost like rock dotting the paintings. Was that blood? Disturbed by the art, and forgetting himself entirely, Henry cleared his throat. "Uh, hey, bud. What's uh... what's all this?"

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365 days of paceyjoey → day sixty

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THEO JAMES as FOUR Divergent (2014), dir. Neil Burger

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The Time Traveller’s Wife s01e05

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THEO JAMES The Time Traveler's Wife "Episode #1.5"

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"I think that you don't wanna know what I think." Although it wasn't targeted at her, his tone was bitter. Henry had to refrain from ripping the tree down right then and there, his fist clenched by his side. He was angry, irritable, every sign of Christmas a constant reminder of what he'd lost, and what he had to go through every single year. It didn't matter how hard he tried to resist it — like clockwork, on Christmas Eve, he'd go back there, forced to relive his mother's death over and over again. He let out an heavy exhale, finally tearing his gaze from the tree. "I'm sure it's great. Listen - Christmas isn't my thing. You'd be better off asking someone else."

Considering the twins didn’t celebrate Christmas, Wanda had no experience with decorating trees. But after destroying the first home she’d been given back in January, she was indebted to Caroline and her forgiveness, so had offered her services to help prepare the town for the holidays. She was happy to do it, but was struggling with self-doubt as to whether or not her work was any good, especially considering the vampire’s high standards. “Do you z’hink z’his looks alright?” Wanda had sensed someone behind her, so had questioned them without turning, hanging up one of the last baubles as she did so.

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"I have no idea," he grumbled, massaging his temples as he laid there. Why the fuck had nobody closed the curtains? Figuring he should work out the time in case she had somewhere to be, Henry eventually reached blindly for his phone. Somehow, it still had some charge left. "Nope," he corrected himself, wincing at the screen's light. "We're well past one. Afternoon, then." He sighed, rolling back into his original position. At her teasing, Henry held up his hands in surrender, though he still hadn't opened his eyes again. "You know what? I'll cop that, absolutely. Call me whatever you want." With a dramatic drop of his hands, he decided to be brave and open at least one eye, peeking at her through a squint. "It was amazing though. Right?" Obviously, he felt like garbage now, but they seemed to have gone alright together. Regardless, he wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

"Serena! Of course," he shook his head at himself, taking another brave step to try and sit upright. They couldn't lie there forever, even if he so desperately wanted to. Besides, he had painkillers to deliver. "One aspirin, coming right up." With a groan, he finally managed to get to his feet, dragging on some shorts as he went. Feeling some bile suddenly rise in his throat, Henry cleared it down. "Make that four." Reaching the bathroom, he rummaged around for the pills before pouring them both a glass of water, returning to her after he'd swallowed his own. "Hey, Serena? You maybe wanna - get some lunch? Before we part ways, I mean. I'm Henry, by the way. Just in case I'm not the only asshole."

Serena was unsure whether it the man beside her shuffling, or the dryness of her mouth, that finally woke her up, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling. The morning light was harsh against her tired eyes, and the pounding in her skull caused her to wince in discomfort. She didn't want to move, let alone speak, but he'd already began to address her, and she figured it'd be incredibly rude to dismiss someone who's bed you were in. "Is it morning?" She grumbled, reaching over the crumpled duvet covers and grabbing the first item of clothing she came across. It was clearly his, but she was too hungover to care. Serena couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten to this point, so drunk that she couldn't even recall the night before. Or the name of the person she'd ended up with, as he went on to point out. "Wow, Matthew, I'd have thought our amazing night together would've meant something to you," she managed to muster a joke, in spite of herself, because she remembered liking him. He'd offered the first drink, and she'd said yes. Happily. At least that was one habit broken. He wasn't some measly socialite using her for gossip, or money. "Serena. At least you were half right. God -- can you please get me an aspirin? I can't continue this awkward conversation when it feels like there's someone knocking a hammer against my head."

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"Oh, really?" Henry's smile was tight, his anxiety making him irritable, feigning interest. "If only it was storming right now," he muttered dryly, glancing around at the scattered books once more. "Hey," he sighed, turning back, realising he'd have to get used to this kind of thing if he were to work there full-time. "Look, man, I appreciate a good meaningless study session more than most. But I just finished sorting all these. Any chance you remember where they all go?"

Ever since lightning had struck one of the town's pylons last month, and the team had struggled in dealing with the fallout, Buck had been researching the effects of extreme weather in case it ever happened again. Books lay strewn around him, most of them half glanced at, unaware of the mess he'd caused in an attempt to satisfy his curiosity. "Not really, I think I found a pretty good one. Did you know lightening is four times more likely to strike men than women?"

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"You don't know the half of it," he sighed dramatically, glancing over the cocktail menu. Of course, in the grand scheme of things, the misfiling meant nothing, but it wasn't a mistake Henry could stand to let go. He had little control over his life, and that meant taking back control over anything he could.

Henry rolled his eyes at the insincere apology, though it was followed up with an immediate smile. "That's okay, you're adorable when you're tipsy. I guess that means next round's on me." Frowning at the reminder of their friend's absence, he pulled out his phone to see if Luke had messaged them. Finding nothing, he glanced around the club for a few moments, hoping the man would walk right in. But, knowing his history, Henry had a bad feeling that wouldn't be the case. "I'll give him another few tries." Henry dialled his number and held the phone to his ear. He wouldn't hear much, but an answer would be better than nothing. Noticing Adrian had put down his glass for a moment, Henry grabbed for it, feeling his anxiety creep up. He drained the remainder of the drink as he waited. Still, nothing.

"Well," Henry announced over the loud music, tucking his phone back into his pocket and getting to his feet. "Seems like this cute date has become a search and rescue mission. You ready?" It was probably for the best, anyway — Henry found his travelling became a lot more frequent once he'd been drinking.

"Well, I suppose I can excuse the unintentional tardiness. That does sound like a nightmare," Adrian replied, his tone riddled with playful sarcasm. "I brought you both a drink, but considering neither of you showed on time, I drank them both. My apologies," his smile indicated that he wasn't even remotely sorry, but the night was still young. His friends had time to catch up. If Luke ever planned to arrive, that was. "I'm not sure. I thought he'd be walking in with you."

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365 days of paceyjoey → day forty eight

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365 days of paceyjoey → day forty two

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365 days of paceyjoey → day thirty eight

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365 days of paceyjoey → day twenty seven

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365 days of paceyjoey → day seventeen

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