#tw // alcohol

[nekrosmos]

Although Price isn't one for the dramatics or for excessive indulgence, even he has moments of weakness.

Sometimes, he just has a long, long week, spent between battlefields and war zones and black ops, escaping death and making the world a little cleaner while barely having a second to breathe. Sometimes he's longing for his love, who he knows is just as busy as he is, perhaps more, and is probably running shady deals in a country Price has never even been to before.

And sometimes he needs a drink to deal with all this. Or two. Or ten.

So what if Price ends up drunk in his flat, stupid songs from his teenage years echoing loudly as he sings the lyrics he still remembers while dancing, or stumbling, in his living room. He will regret this the next day when his head will feel like a crushed watermelon, but for now, he gets to wallow in how much he wishes Nikolai was here with him, drinking cheap beer and dancing by his side.

When Nik decided to cut his last travel short so he could come home and surprise John for the weekend, the last thing he expected to find was a drunk out of his mind John Price laying on the floor while "Rasputin" by Boney. M was playing on his speaker, singing loudly about "Russia's greatest love machine" and sobbing immediately after.

After taking a picture or two, in case he ever needs leverage one of these days, Nik helps his favorite captain, carrying him to the couch as he listens to Price blabbers in surprise, fingers gripping Nik's jacket for support. Nik smiles, lets a hand run through John's messy hair and kisses his forehead, apologizing for not being here sooner and offering to cook him a quick meal to sober up.

It takes all of Nik's strength to pull away from a very clingy John Price, his hands firmly gripping his clothes still, until finally he lets go, resuming his awful drunken singing while Nikolai looks at him with both endearment and a little bit of guilt. He should have been here sooner.

Next time, it will be by his side that John will get drunk, and it will be together that they will drunkly butcher songs while making the neighbors regret to ever moved in this apartment complex. That's a promise.

[fullcravings]

Rum Raisin Oatmeal Cookies

[luckynumberslcb]

sloppy drunk

[singingrottenbones]

just enough to be brave

He put down his glass with a little bit too much force, its contents sloshing dangerously close to the edge. Will rubbed his eyes, cursing himself for saying yes to one more glass of wine.

He knew from experience that nothing was more dangerous than that "one last drink".

His face was hot and his entire body felt fuzzy. It was the pleasant kind of tipsy that lowered his inhibition just enough whilst leaving him mostly in control of his senses.

But was he ever truly in control around Hannibal?

Will looked up to find Hannibal staring at him. He knew that the good doctor was well aware of his inebriation. After all, he had been the one pouring him glass after glass.

Will squinted, trying to remember how much of that second bottle of wine had gone to Hannibal, and hoping that it had been at least half. He really didn't want to embarass himself in front of Hannibal, not when he was sitting so closely next to Will, dressed dangerously casual in grey pants and a white button down shirt.

He wasn't even wearing a tie, and the top two buttons had been left open (or had he opened them over the course of the evening? Will didn't remember), a detail that had been occupying Will's mind all evening.

Was Hannibal teasing him?

As if on cue, Hannibal leaned back onto the sofa, exposing even more of his skin.

Will clenched his fist, trying to swallow the wave of desire washing over him. If his cheeks hadn't been flushed before, they surely were now.

"Will, I'm not sure I can let you drive home in this state in good conscience," Hannibal said, taking another sip of wine from his glass.

A drip of the burgundy liquid was left on his upper lip and Will barely resisted the urge to reach over and wipe it off. Instead, he watched Hannibal drag his tongue across his lip. Will exhaled sharply.

"Will?"

Oh, right. Shit.

"Not to worry. This isn't the first time I've driven home after having had one too many."

He knew that he had to get out of there now, or his tongue might get a bit too loose for his liking. He shifted forward to get up, but a warm hand on his thigh stopped him.

"I insist."

Those damn fucking eyes.

"Anything else would be gross neglicience, and we wouldn't want that."

"No, I guess we wouldn't," Will replied, sinking back down into the cushions.

Hannibal's hand was still on his thigh, warm and gentle and so close—

Was this it?

Had the bridge between them been built to completion, the wall torn down? Will's pulse was racing, thud after thud echoing through his body.

He tilted his head, taking in the sight of Hannibal once more. A twinkle in his eyes, a strand of his otherwise perfectly styled hair hanging in his face.

This time, Will didn't hesitate to reach out and brush it away, gently tucking it behind Hannibal's ear. It didn't stay there. Of course it didn't.

Hannibal showed him one of his rare smiles, and Will allowed himself to get lost in it. He was too far gone to backtrack now anyway, far beyond anything that could be blamed on the wine.

He dragged his hand across Hannibal's jaw, chiselled like Michelangelo himself had carved it.

How often had he been sitting across from him, dreaming of doing just that? How long had Hannibal known? And he must have known, surely. He always knew. And Will knew that he knew, and it felt quite alright.

Their noses were almost brushing. Hannibal's breath smelled of wine and cedar and something else that Will couldn't be bothered to identify.

He felt calm. His heart had quieted down. Perhaps because it hadn't been his for some time.

This was the quiet before the storm, the air between them buzzing with electricity.

"I've wanted to do this for quite a while," he said, closing the distance between them

[dyrdeer]

bleh...drinking sucks, i always wake up with a tummyache...but drawing characters drunk...that seems more fun

[all-creatures-incorrecto]

James: Mrs. Hall, I don't feel well...

Mrs. Hall: Aww, it's okay, come here. *wraps James in her arms*

James: Siegfried, I don't feel well...

Siegfried, holding up a sedative injection or whiskey (dealer's choice): Want me to knock you out so you can't feel anything?

source: @poeticghostlywillow

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[yamujiburo]

Ugly

[All comics in order here]

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[mari-lair]

cook acquired!

[fenteii]

similarities you don't want to acknowledge

[attyrocious]

like hiring a horse to dogsit

[nartothelar]

care for a drink? (bartender emmet by @/bluebellowl)

[bloodbluepearl]

i feel like people don't talk about the impactfulness of swansea immediately ditching his sobriety when he found out that the mouthwash had an alcohol content.

from the very beginning, he was accepting the idea of not getting out of the situation alive.

it takes a strong man to commit to sobriety, especially after 13 years of (presumably) heavy alcoholism, and an even stronger one to remain sober for 15 years, though he hadn't done it for his own enjoyment- that thought of him dead in some ditch somewhere because of some accident or another made while he was drunk out of his mind scared him into it, and pushed him to his decision. he enjoyed his time while drunk, but he knew that he wouldn't make it anywhere in his life and he knew that his time was running out (in many ways: he was getting older, so he would have less of his life left to steer himself in the right direction, and also the amount of alcohol he was drinking could kill him any day at that point, especially as he got older), so he put in the effort to try and 'better' himself- clean himself up, get everything he thinks 'successful' and 'happy' people have, and get sober.

of course, this doesn't make him a happier person, as much as he felt like it should. that was the entire point of his speech before his death- everything he worked for was a lot less exciting when he finally achieved it. but he stayed sober, because he knew that, in a more objective sense, outside of any of his own personal feelings about himself and his life and what he actually enjoyed, he was better off that way. he had more opportunities in life, he could keep a job, and he could maintain his relationships with his wife and kids much better than he could if he was still an alcoholic.

but when the ship crashed, he accepted that it was likely his final resting place, probably from the very beginning. he'd already had his shot at life, he already tried his best to be a model 'functioning member of society', and it was every bit as unfulfilling as it possibly could be. and now he was reaching his mid-life, or even late life. there wasn't much time left for him to be able to try and work toward an invisible goal of 'true happiness', whatever the hell that means. the way he saw it, he'd already lived his whole life. nothing more for him to do.

so when he found out that there was alcohol in the mouthwash, he barely hesitated a second. he drank it because THOSE were the best days of his life. he no longer worried about what kinds of consequences that such a relapse could cause, because at that point it didn't matter. he didn't care about continuing to live his 'model' life because that ship was his grave. he didn't have to worry about how it'd affect the relationship he had with his family, he didn't have to worry about being unable to get a job because he couldn't go half a day without drinking, he didn't have to worry about turning up dead in a ditch because of some mistake caused by his inebriation- it didn't matter in the end. the six months of food supply would run out far before the alcohol could kill him.

he did not for a second consider the possibility of him escaping the ship, even though he was the only person (for the majority of the game) that knew about the working cryo pod. it was never for him- he saw it as being a waste if he got in himself.

he'd already run his course. he would rather save it for someone with more potential to get somewhere in life, someone like daisuke or anya.

[stars-bean]

M*A*S*H | 3.07 - "Check-up"