Brooding (c)

[Goblin]

Goblin shrugged. "I probably would've gone that route too, but I always had Clara." He'd never really thought about how much his sister had kept him grounded and made him care. He might've turned out even worse than Cav without her. "So...you do see the irony of you and 'Steps, right? She cares about everyone."

((Damn insensitive newsboys. Someone needs to tell them my poor kid's life story!))

[Cavalier]

He glowered into his beer bottle. "Which is exactly why we're doomed to failure." He let out a breath. "Fuck, I never shoulda' kissed her."

[Goblin]

"Yeah, well, I can't really talk." He finished his drink and didn't order another. At this point, he was slurring and lightheaded but pretty sure he could make it home. After another, he would be way less sure. "Maybe you'll balance each other out," he suggested hopefully.

[Cavalier]

He scoffed. "Oh, yeah? Like you and Script did? Little Miss Perfect and Mister Master Plan, himself? How'd that one work out for ya, there, buddy?" He took another swallow of beer, then offered the bottle to Goblin.

[Goblin]

"Very, very badly," he said sadly, and accepted the bottle, taking a quick swig and letting the warm, nutty taste wash away the burn of the whiskey.

[Cavalier]

"See, there ya go. Guys like me and you, Goblin, we just gotta resign ourselves to bein' alone forever. Sure, I'm gonna get it where I can, but there's no way any girl'll be dumb enough to have a real relationship with me."

((Can we piddle around with the Sebastian/Maggie future thread, as well? Jesus, I need some happy for a minute ))

[Goblin]

((Yes! Sorry, I always forget about sequel/prequel/AU threads.))

Goblin squinted at him. "Didn't we get drunk to forget our troubles and be happy or something? 'Cause I think we're failing really hard."

[Cavalier]

((Haha, no problem!))

He shrugged. "We got drunk to get drunk. There's no such thing as getting drunk wrong."

[Goblin]

"I think that's really not true at all." There were definitely times when he and people he knew had gotten drunk wrong. Wraith certainly made a habit of it. "We should head back soon..."

[Cavalier]

"Ugh, do we have to? Can't we do something, like find women or try opium or something??"

[Goblin]

((Sorry, my boyfriend called! ))

"You're a bad influence," Goblin informed him. "Where are we gonna get opium?"

[Cavalier]

((Aw, no problem! Yay, boyfriends! <3))

He shrugged. "Isn't there a den or something around here? There's gotta be. Come on, you know this place better than I do."

[Goblin]

"Brooklyn," he said. "We are not going to Brooklyn." He hesitated a second. "Are we?" He was drunk and sad and actually willing to go pretty much anywhere. Going home was suddenly the most dismal prospect in the world.

((...they should totally get completely fucked up in Brooklyn and end up at Tristan's place.))

[Cavalier]

He got up off his stool, pointing towards the door. "To Brooklyn." He headed out into the night, arm draped around Goblin's shoulders.

((YES!))

[Goblin]

Luckily, Goblin was too drunk to freak out at the physical contact. As the whiskey and beer really hit him, he was almost too drunk to think about Script. He just walked with Cav toward the bridge, stumbling and weaving a little, and hoped as they made their way across that the docks wouldn't be swarming with hostile Brooklyn newsies at this hour.