[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"I've had a long two months. It comes with the territory." He said, pouring them both another drink. He pulled himself up on the counter, downing his drink before he poured another one. He turned it around, taking a sip out of it. He looked over at Ryan, his eyes scanning his face. "Paislee adores you."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan pulled himself up as well, sitting next to him. "Yeah.." He murmured, hadn't thought he could actually miss two people he only knew through work. He poured himself another drink, not taking anytime in finish it before filling his glass again. "I should really just admit I'm an alcoholic.." He muttered, pouring a forth glass and staring down into it.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"I'll be an alcoholic for the night." He said, downing his drink. He poured another one, taking a sip out of it. He looked over, grabbing a candy bar from the bowl on the other side of Ryan. He unwrapped it, then took a bite out of it before he finished off his drink.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan watched him quietly for a moment, then poured another glass. He studied the bottle, already feeling its effects. "Strong drink," He commented absently, arms no longer hurting.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Mm.. Well.. We don't do wine coolers in the Air Force." He said with a smile, finishing his candy bar before he poured another drink. That was gone in a second, and he poured another one. "I can't keep this stuff around with Paislee, or she's gonna think it's okay to climb into the cabinets." He said, finishing off half his drink.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Yeah," He mumbled in understanding. He finished his own drink and took it after Claeton had, filling his glass back up once more with a gusty breath.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae was half concerned with having a guy who openly liked guys in his house while he was getting drunk, but another part of him didn't care. At least he wasn't alone, right? He finished off his glass, reaching for the bottle. He filled his glass again, tossing the empty bottle to the trash. "More on the counter." He said, his speech slowly slurring. He downed his drink, then pulled his shirt over his head, walking out to the back yard.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan glanced at him, starting to really feel the effects, but opened another bottle anyway. He didn't bother with a glass this time, taking a heavy swig as he wandered after him, drew in a breath of fresh air. He studied Claeton's shirtless body then looked away and up at the sky.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae carefully slipped out of his jeans, and got into the pool, draping himself over a pool noodle. "You can't just stand there and not share." He said with a smile. He was slowly starting to get a sun burn on his shoulders from all the yard work he's been doing.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan glanced towards him and slipped out of his jeans and shirt, sitting down on the edge of the pool. He didn't want to get in because of his bandaged arms, but his slipped his legs in, took another heavy swallow and smirked faintly, offered it out.