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foolishmortals2017-07-08 04:36 pm
sixfingeredstan) wrote in foolishmortals2017-07-08 04:36 pm
all that glitters is gold [AFTERPARTY]
[It's been a very long, and very upsetting morning, and honestly, Ford is feeling goddamn drained. All the events of the day have hit him like a ton of bricks. And as much as he wants nothing more than to sleep for about a week...well. There's work to do.
After talking it over with Fiddleford, his first mission is hitting the kitchen and scraping together all the eggs, potatoes, and onions he can find. It takes him a good few hours, but eventually he's got five big casserole dishes full of kugel, steaming hot, fresh out of the oven. He stacks up a big pile of plates, forks, and serving utensils and carries it all into the lounge in trips.
Next is the business of the still. Between the two of them, the two Fords manage to get it into the lounge and set it up on a table where it's easy to access. Ford also pilfers a big glass jug of apple juice for the kids and puts it nearby. All the adults are free to partake of a cup of Fiddleford's sugar shine. They'll be needing it, tonight.
Lastly, are the notes. Ford writes them all out in his neat, block lettering, and slips one under each door—pausing at the doors of the deceased with a sad frown each time.
The lounge is quiet while they wait for everyone to arrive, save for the sounds of banjo music....
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It reminds him a little of when he was a little younger than Lea, always being the crutch for his drunk friends to lean on when they overdid it at the bar. Being propped up between less-but-equal-to-each-other drunk Tom and Dick when HE managed to overdo it.]
You'll feel like you're dying tomorrow, kid, but I promise you'll be fine. I'll try and come check on you if you're not out and about.
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[He doesn't seem too affronted, just jovially correcting LeFou.]
It's Lea. Got it memorized?
[He taps the side of his head, just a hair unsteadily.]
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[Still, he ruffles that crazy red hair.
When they get to the kitchen, he fixes him a couple thick slices of bread loaded up with sweet jam. To make it taste better if it comes back up. He's steadier on his feet when he's doing something.]
Here you go.
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Hmm. It's good.
[He's not sure how much he'll eat with a stomach full of kugel, though. At least this will be much more pleasant if it comes up than onions.]
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[Gonna. Try to find a bucket just in case.]
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I'm not hungry enough to go fast.
[He's still nibbling steadily, though. He's a bottomless pit when it comes to food.]
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When he sits still he notices the pounding in his head more.]
How old are you, anyway?
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[He says it between bites.]
Duzzat hurt?
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It's...pretty distracting. But I'll be okay in a few days.
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[He offers a slice of jam and bread over.]
Y'want some?
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I'm fine, thank you.
You know, I was about your age when I first got a little coin that I could spend all by myself on whatever I wanted. That was the first time I'd had more than just cider or wine with dinner or liquor when I was sick.
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[He's quiet for a second.]
You usually drink that kinda stuff, then?
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I can hold my own.
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[He yawns.]
Oh, 'sright. I was gonna go sleep.
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