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betterthanaplan) wrote2021-12-07 11:21 am
betterthanaplan) wrote2021-12-07 11:21 am
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The galley of the Cape Rouge, Tuesday afternoon
Duke was doing homework. Therapy homework. Duke had never done a lick of homework in his entire public school career, but here he was, pen whirling between the fingers of his left hand, staring down at a sheet of paper with three columns on it, doing homework.
It mostly involved the pen twiddling. And drinking. There was rather a lot of drinking happening. More drinking than he'd felt the need to engage in in a long time, actually.
And here he'd thought that regular therapy would make him want to drink less.
(It had. His regular talks with Linda were a major factor in the fact that he hadn't felt the need to drink heavily in so long. But this was -- this was homework about his mom. And whenever possible, Duke preferred to do anything thinking about his mother with bourbon within reach.)
[Open to the partners, or any visitors who might stop by!]
It mostly involved the pen twiddling. And drinking. There was rather a lot of drinking happening. More drinking than he'd felt the need to engage in in a long time, actually.
And here he'd thought that regular therapy would make him want to drink less.
(It had. His regular talks with Linda were a major factor in the fact that he hadn't felt the need to drink heavily in so long. But this was -- this was homework about his mom. And whenever possible, Duke preferred to do anything thinking about his mother with bourbon within reach.)
[Open to the partners, or any visitors who might stop by!]