halloweentown!!! (halloweenish) wrote in politico,
@ 2009-12-14 23:11:00

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vegas, seth
It had been a while since Vegas had last seen Seth. He tried to keep in touch with his Murphy's boyfriend after Murphy'd gone missing, but it was hard. Where there was Seth, usually Murphy was at his side. And Vegas imagined that it was just as hard for Seth to even look at him since he was Murphy's twin. They were spot on identical, though their personalities couldn't have been more opposite. Vegas always trusted Seth to look out for Murphy when he wasn't around, though, and there was a small part of him that blamed the other for not being there when Murphy'd gone missing. It was part of Vegas' own guilt, though, too. And he knew it.

So it was a little surprising for him when he came off stage after the little acoustic set that he'd played and saw Seth sitting at the bar. He figured they'd run into one another sooner or later, though, especially since the FBI was now looking into Murphy's dissappearance. Vegas assumed that they'd spoken to Seth, too.

"Hey," he greeted quietly as he approached the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. He wet his lips, and it took a moment for him to turn his gaze in Seth's direction. "Are you here because the FBI talked to you?"

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impotentwaffle
2009-12-15 09:03 pm UTC (link)

Seth had always had issues with drinking. It was in his blood, his mother having died of her alcoholism when she was 33. Seth had grown up with his aunt and uncle who had tried their hardest to help the boy, but nothing worked. He seemed hell bent in following in his mother's footsteps. Still, Seth managed to make a life for himself, even through the haze of alcohol and when he'd met Murphy, he'd crawled up from the depths of addiction to sobriety.

Three years had passed, and Seth had held on for the first year without a single drink. But when Christmas came around a second time and Murphy hadn't been found, Seth had given in to just one drink. Just one, he told himself, to make Christmas Eve a little more bearable. One turned quickly into a fifth of whiskey and he'd been drinking hard ever since. He sat hunched over the bar, always surprised by how right it felt to be surrounded by the smell of alcohol and live music. He'd put in his time as a bartender, but he'd put in a hell of a lot more time as a customer.

Glancing over at Vegas, he had that droopy look to his face that said he'd been at it for awhile. "I'm here because they serve alcohol," he spoke without a slur but only because he was good at hiding it. "And because I missed his face so I guess yours has to do. Why would the FBI want to talk to me?" He'd long since given up hope that any law enforcement agency actually cared.

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halloweenish
2009-12-16 12:28 am UTC (link)

Vegas had indulged in a few drunken nights himself when the pain of losing Murphy became too much to bear, but he'd never lost himself in the depths of addiction. Music was his addiction, and his outlet. Maybe he was lucky that way, it was hard to say. Everytime he picked up his guitar he thought of Murphy and how they use to write songs together, but in a way, it kept the thought of his brother very much alive.

He paid the bartended and took a sip of his drink before he turned his attention back over in Seth's direction with a frown. He never knew what to say to Seth. A part him felt as if he should keep an eye on the guy out of respect for Murphy, but another part wanted to just smack him senseless. This was not the way to deal with things, he wanted to tell him. But who was he to say how to deal? It wasn't as if he was exactly good at it.

"They're looking into Murphy's case," he replied, "There are other cases like his, too."

	halloweenish 2009-12-18 03:38 am UTC (link)
	"You're welcome," Vegas replied, and though he wanted to get out of the car to help Seth inside he had a feeling that was the very last thing the other boy wanted, so he just stayed put. He watched Seth until he got up to his door, and once he was safely inside, Vegas finally drove home. He doubted either of them would get much sleep tonight. (Reply to this)(Parent)