Brooding (c)

[Goblin]

"I'm talking about finishing the plan, getting the whole place shut down. I'm pretty sure she's not gonna cling to her bunk and refuse to leave when everyone else is gone," he said with a smirk, throwing back a gulp of whiskey.

((Gonna go get some work done--see you later!))

[Cavalier]

((Byee!))

Cav wasn't so sure that she wouldn't, but he glanced over at Goblin. "What about you? Don't tell me you've given up? This was your damn idea in the first place."

[Goblin]

"Yeah, and it's turned out so well," Goblin snapped, taking a long drink of whiskey. "It's not like anything's gone wrong, is it?" Except, you know, my girlfriend getting abducted and raped. Just a minor setback.

[Cavalier]

Cav arched a brow, but didn't respond, just turned back to his own whiskey, drinking a while before he spoke again. "You can't just abandon this, Goblin. Otherwise, none of it was worth it."

[Goblin]

"You think I don't know that?" He sighed. "Just...find everyone, talk to them, get 'em to show up somewhere. I'll be there, I just can't do the whole persuasive thing right now." He eyed Cav as he polished off his drink. "If you still wanna help, I mean."

[Cavalier]

Cav ordered them two more without bothering to ask. "Yeah, I'll help. You guys would be fucked without me."

[Goblin]

"That's...probably true at this point." Goblin pulled out some money to pay for this round. At least he was still selling well. After everything else he'd done, giving people the headlines they wanted to hear was child's play.

And then he went back to wondering where Script was and what she was doing.

[Cavalier]

Cav recognized that pathetic look in his eyes immediately. "Man, you have got to stop thinking about her! She's already moved on to some other guy, so what's that tell you about 'er." He took a drink.

[Goblin]

"That she's sad and lonely and broken 'cause I ruined her life." He practically buried himself in the whiskey.

[Cavalier]

He scoffed. "Goblin, for fuck's sake, stop blamin' yourself. You really wanna tell me that she's not doin' anything wrong goin' with Skittery? If she was so in love with you, and this perfect saint you make her out to be, then why was it so easy for her to replace you?"

[Goblin]

"Because I ruined her life," he reminded Cav once again, accepting the new drink that the bartender had poured without even asking. "Look, it's nice that you're trying to be on my side here, but I don't have a side, okay? Not after what happened to her. And how am I supposed to not blame myself? I'm the whole reason she was there!"

[Cavalier]

"You know what your problem is?" He took a swig of his new whiskey, head already feeling that nice buzz he was going for. "You care too damn much."

[Goblin]

He smirked in a tired kind of way, also starting to really feel the liquor. It didn't even burn as much going down now. "Yeah, from your perspective, I guess that would be my problem." He was actually jealous that he couldn't just turn off his emotions the way Cav seemed to be able to--though he also wondered how much of that was just an act. If he'd been his normal, eternally curious self, he would've studied Cav and tried to figure him out. Instead, all he wanted to do was get drunk.

[Cavalier]

Cav clapped him on the back. "Just keep drinkin', buddy. Let Jim Beam replace Script Martin in your head, and you'll be fine. Beside. You'll find another girl."

[Goblin]

Goblin took another swig and snorted. "I think if you review my history with girls, you'll see how that's a really bad idea."

The pattern was already pretty clear: either they screwed him over or vice versa. Plus, all the issues that came up when he first met Script would come up again, and he didn't feel like fighting through countless mini panic attacks. And, oh, he was in love with Maggie and probably always would be.