*he groaned, pulling his hood up*
What the – oh… *looks at Max* Hi Max.
Tag: //drinking
Carlos was starving. How long had he been working? He had no
idea – he was getting a little delirious and he realized he’d been cleaning the
same part for a good thirty minutes. The generator was almost entirely clean so
he’d had to have been there for hours. He needed to eat something and he spent
a good while trying to convince himself to leave.His caps were still in the Statehouse, so Carlos had to go
back. Just something small, he told himself; maybe a carrot or a single
mutfruit. Just enough to hold him over so he could come back… if he managed to
avoid Hancock. Or if Hancock didn’t even want to see him; that’d be… easier. In
only a couple ways.Finally Carlos put down the cloth and started for the door.
He built up enough motivation to reach the door and open it without any pause
and he was back out in Goodneighbor. However, he jumped when he noticed a
figure leaning against the wall of the warehouse. Fahrenheit was glaring at him
under the fringe of her hair. Was that a glare? She always looked like she was
glaring.She didn’t say a word, just looked at him. It took Carlos a
few moments, trying to convince himself the she wasn’t going to hurt him
(despite the look she gave him) and he finally turned away and started walking
down the alley. He felt her gaze heavy and piercing on his back, and when he
reached the stoop he was almost shaking.Carlos almost jumped inside the Statehouse and he shut the
door behind him. A Neighborhood Watchman shifted his gun when Carlos came in,
but he seemed to relax almost immediately. Carlos looked at his feet and
started up the spiral staircase, trying not to make any more noise than
necessary.Once Carlos made it up the staircase, a Watchman stepped up to block him from going anywhere but the lounge, gesturing to the scientist to enter without saying anything else. Whether or not Hancock had shown his distress, they’d been with him long enough to know when the ghoul was having a rough time and all the signs were there, it would be easier to simply shove Carlos in the right direction than wait for things to resolve on their own.
Inside, Hancock was curled up on the couch, half-conscious with tear-stained cheeks, the box of cereal he’d been eating laying open on the floor with several pieces scattered about. The place was littered in spent needles and canisters of jet, along with several empty bottles and the mayor himself looked disheveled and exhausted.
Carlos was startled and, and for an irrational moment he thought he might be pushed down the stairs. But, again, it was an irrational thought and Carlos felt guilty about thinking it. Upon realizing where he was being directed though, his stomach felt like it was sucked into a small, localized black hole.
Hancock probably told the Watch that he wanted to talk to Carlos. This was it. He was going to tell Carlos that this wasn’t working. Because it wasn’t – Carlos knew that. He wouldn’t blame Hancock for ending it… though it didn’t change the fact that this was going to hurt so much.
Carlos resigned himself. This was it, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it but… go and face the music. He could do that. He had to. Just stand there and agree with Hancock when he said that it was over.
He had expected, when he walked in, to see Hancock on the couch. Maybe playing with a jet canister or even his knife. Collected, calm, and serious. He didn’t expect to see the prone form on the couch with the mess of drug paraphernalia scattered around him. Carlos was confused at first, but as he cautiously stepped closer and started to put together what all the mess meant – that, plus the image of Hancock lying down motionless – Carlos’ mind jumped to conclusions and he suddenly panicked.
“HANCOCK!!” he screamed and he rushed forward. Carlos used his boot to sweep away the needles scattered dangerously at the front of the couch and he crouched down to take Hancock’s face in his hands and examine it. “Hancock! Han, can you hear me??”
yep. both got an alcohol problem. but then again, most of maxs friends are alcoholic. even his ex girlfriend was. and it’s not like they don’t have a good reason. max’s home life was terrible and vera’s doesn’t sound too good either. :///
No, I get it. Like, I understand it. Just… we gotta do this again. I gotta go through his stuff with him and get rid of it again.
Max grows up to be carlos the scientist
doubt it
… i don’t know, honestly i was pretty drunk at the time…
*God dammit, Max…*
Okay, so… I’m going to have to ground you from Pure er… Maven, again. That is technically destruction of property, Max. Though hopefully the owner won’t be too mad about having a solid-gold car they can sell off for a better one.
what?! why ground me from Maven again?! he didn’t even do anything! *loud frown*
So he wasn’t drunk as well? He was trying to be a good influence on you this time? *doubtful voice*
no he- he wasn’t drunk during that.. look, it was my ides to turn stuff to gold and i was the one that threw the hand at stuff!
Why – to impress him? Playing with stuff you shouldn’t be playing with isn’t how you impress people, Max.
i know, but it’s more fun then playing with stuff i’m allowed to play with! and i don’t need to impress Maven, we like each other enough as is
Clearly you do – as the two of you are doing things that children your age shouldn’t be doing. Max, you can’t take people’s things and ruin other people’s things with them.
… *he sighs, frowning as he looks at the ground* i know..
We’re gonna discuss what your grounding entails, Max. For now, let’s dump these bottles.
..what bottles? *slight head tilt*
The booze, Max.
oh, those bottles.. well.. they might already be empty ? *slightly nervous chuckle*
You just had them in your hand. We were going to the Mess to dump them in the sink!
and they somehow got emptied! thought you’d think that was a good thing consittering what we were going to do..
Emptied where though? Max, if you’re hiding them from me…
i-i’m not! maybe.. maybe Reid found them and dumb them!
I hope he did, Max.
If they’re not here anymore, then let’s go back to your tent. And we’ll discuss how we’re going forward.
Max grows up to be carlos the scientist
doubt it
… i don’t know, honestly i was pretty drunk at the time…
*God dammit, Max…*
Okay, so… I’m going to have to ground you from Pure er… Maven, again. That is technically destruction of property, Max. Though hopefully the owner won’t be too mad about having a solid-gold car they can sell off for a better one.
what?! why ground me from Maven again?! he didn’t even do anything! *loud frown*
So he wasn’t drunk as well? He was trying to be a good influence on you this time? *doubtful voice*
no he- he wasn’t drunk during that.. look, it was my ides to turn stuff to gold and i was the one that threw the hand at stuff!
Why – to impress him? Playing with stuff you shouldn’t be playing with isn’t how you impress people, Max.
i know, but it’s more fun then playing with stuff i’m allowed to play with! and i don’t need to impress Maven, we like each other enough as is
Clearly you do – as the two of you are doing things that children your age shouldn’t be doing. Max, you can’t take people’s things and ruin other people’s things with them.
… *he sighs, frowning as he looks at the ground* i know..
We’re gonna discuss what your grounding entails, Max. For now, let’s dump these bottles.
..what bottles? *slight head tilt*
The booze, Max.
oh, those bottles.. well.. they might already be empty ? *slightly nervous chuckle*
You just had them in your hand. We were going to the Mess to dump them in the sink!
and they somehow got emptied! thought you’d think that was a good thing consittering what we were going to do..
Emptied where though? Max, if you’re hiding them from me…
Max grows up to be carlos the scientist
doubt it
… i don’t know, honestly i was pretty drunk at the time…
*God dammit, Max…*
Okay, so… I’m going to have to ground you from Pure er… Maven, again. That is technically destruction of property, Max. Though hopefully the owner won’t be too mad about having a solid-gold car they can sell off for a better one.
what?! why ground me from Maven again?! he didn’t even do anything! *loud frown*
So he wasn’t drunk as well? He was trying to be a good influence on you this time? *doubtful voice*
Max grows up to be carlos the scientist
doubt it
… i don’t know, honestly i was pretty drunk at the time…
*God dammit, Max…*
Okay, so… I’m going to have to ground you from Pure er… Maven, again. That is technically destruction of property, Max. Though hopefully the owner won’t be too mad about having a solid-gold car they can sell off for a better one.
dedmax is drinking something other than ‘appy’ juice
Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again.
Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?
Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*
i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*
*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?
*he hesitates before nodding silently and glancing towards his tent* i-it’s in my tent.. th-there’s only a couple bottles though
Alright then. Let’s go, Max. Lead the way.
*he starts for his tent, still looking at the ground*
*Carlos just goes with him. He’s honestly not sure what to say – he decided they should focus on clearing Max’ stash before sitting down to talk.*
*they soon reached his tent, Max opened the door and stepped through*
make sure to close the door or else the ducks will get out again..
*This surprises Carlos* Ducks? *he steps in and shuts the door behind himself as asked*
yeah, awhile ago i found three baby ducks- *three little ducks tiredly waddle out from under Maxs bed* -so i’ve been raising them..!
Oh my goodness *Carlos is momentarily awed by their cuteness* Where did you find them, Max?
i found them in my pocket after passing out in the woods.. *the ducks waddle over to Carlos after noticing him, one snapping at his ankles*
*Carlos just watched them, smiling. Awe, it thought it was vicious…* They’re adorable. How long have you had them?
a month a half i think- Jen leave Carlos alone! *he sighs and pulls book bag out from under his bed* i don’t know why she attacks everyone..
It’s cute. *he then looks at Max again* But, um… back to business. Where’s… the stuff?
*he opens the bag and pulls out two bottles, one’s half empty and the other’s unopened* right here…
*Carlos nods* Alright. Let’s go outside and find a place to dump it. Is the Mess Hall empty?
dedmax is drinking something other than ‘appy’ juice
Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again.
Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?
Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*
i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*
*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?
*he hesitates before nodding silently and glancing towards his tent* i-it’s in my tent.. th-there’s only a couple bottles though
Alright then. Let’s go, Max. Lead the way.
*he starts for his tent, still looking at the ground*
*Carlos just goes with him. He’s honestly not sure what to say – he decided they should focus on clearing Max’ stash before sitting down to talk.*
*they soon reached his tent, Max opened the door and stepped through*
make sure to close the door or else the ducks will get out again..
*This surprises Carlos* Ducks? *he steps in and shuts the door behind himself as asked*
yeah, awhile ago i found three baby ducks- *three little ducks tiredly waddle out from under Maxs bed* -so i’ve been raising them..!
Oh my goodness *Carlos is momentarily awed by their cuteness* Where did you find them, Max?
i found them in my pocket after passing out in the woods.. *the ducks waddle over to Carlos after noticing him, one snapping at his ankles*
*Carlos just watched them, smiling. Awe, it thought it was vicious…* They’re adorable. How long have you had them?
a month a half i think- Jen leave Carlos alone! *he sighs and pulls book bag out from under his bed* i don’t know why she attacks everyone..
It’s cute. *he then looks at Max again* But, um… back to business. Where’s… the stuff?
dedmax is drinking something other than ‘appy’ juice
Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again.
Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?
Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*
i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*
*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?
*he hesitates before nodding silently and glancing towards his tent* i-it’s in my tent.. th-there’s only a couple bottles though
Alright then. Let’s go, Max. Lead the way.
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