entrancelogs | hypocrisy is digging in (open)

Who: William Whele + anyone.
Where: Bar, Stairwell, hallways.
When: Month of February.
Rating: pg- 13 warning for alcohol consumption to forget problems.
Summary: William decides that drinking is going to be the cure to all his depressing thoughts.
The Story:

[It starts almost innocently enough in a way. Wonderland is no longer being kind to the principate of Vega, or ex-principate as the young man now labels himself in his head. He hasn't been principate of anything for almost half a year and he's pretty sure the title doesn't count by this point. Things had been as okay as they could get for a while, but now it's all upside down. The love of William's life has been brought to Wonderland and everything has become awkward and, for him, upsetting. Back home they'd been the best of friends and betrothed through necessity. William loves Claire and knows full well that she doesn't love him, and that was okay. They'd even managed to get married, and when he'd found out she was pregnant with the Chosen One's child he had struggled to get past that and offer to bring said child up as his own.

It just so happened in the same exact moment, Claire found out that William was the lead black acolyte, and needless to say their marriage and friendship had ended in that instant. And now Claire was in Wonderland with the Chosen One, and from a point where she knew what William was. If there was such a thing as torture, this was it. Suddenly the young man is fed up with Wonderland and everything it supposedly has to offer, finding it tedious and wanting nothing more than to go home. He may be exiled to roam outside of Vega, but he'll take it. William not only misses home but his father too in some weird way. William will take that jerk over most people in Wonderland any day.

And so William finds himself in the bar more often than not, sitting there in a silent and drunken daze as he waits to go home. Gabriel could talk the talk, had managed to talk William into accepting Claire wouldn't give him the time of day enough to take his wedding ring off, but it didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt. The alcohol had originally been intended to help sleep at night, lying down to settle merely meant his brain kicked into overdrive to remind William on how differently he could have handled things. And as such it's started to spiral out of control, William finding it easier to be drunk and not have to dwell on things than actually get over them. He knows that drinking to soothe problems is wrong, but at the end of the day the young man has spent a lifetime watching his own father drink and David Whele has done well for himself regardless. The alcohol dulls his ability to thought and William is just fine with that, able to ignore the hurt and sinking feeling in his stomach that seems to haunt him.

Anyone who approaches William at the bar will find him idly turning an empty glass in his hands, or staggering out in a drunken quest to find his room on the tenth floor. Considering the amount of stairs he could be bumped into in the stairwell where he's sat down to rest his eyes for a second on some steps. Or perhaps he's wandered onto the wrong floor and is in the hallway wondering which way his room is.

[ooc: feel free to bump into william in the bar or in the hallways/stairs. he'll be drinking in the bar every day for a good while so this log is open for the month.]

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[The diner's now closed for the evening, and Tohru is shutting the door behind her when she hears a sound coming from the stairwell nearby. Against her better judgement (seeing as she was already attacked after closing once before) she slowly moves to investigate. Whatever that sound was, it didn't seem very threatening or scary. And sure enough, there's William, sitting on the stairs, looking...well, she's not sure, but he doesn't seem well.]

Excuse me? ...Are you okay?

[He doesn't seem like he is, but she can't in good conscience just leave him alone.]

[If William had known that Tohru was previously attacked after closing once, he would have appreciated her coming to see what all the racket was. Unfortunately he didn't know and wasn't in any kind of fit state to even comment. The young man is already sitting down on the stairs, leaning to the side to rest against the bannister, eyelids already drooping as he starts to doze off. The stairs had felt like forever to the inebriated principate and he jerks away at the sound of Tohru's voice.

Who was that? Grey eyes squint as William obviously tries to puzzle it out, memory working at the speed of a snail on treacle. Something about candies and Valentines and oh! William gives a small smile, not at all bothering to pull away from the bannister and sit up properly yet.]

Oh it's Ms. Honda. I think I'm okay, there's just a lot of stairs. [William then drops his voice to a loud stage whisper.] I might have had a few too many drinks.

[Or in this case, a few too many bottles.]

Oh, I...see. I suppose you might have.

[She's gentle about it, but she isn't completely blind. In many respects, Tohru has lived a sheltered life, but she had a part-time job in the middle of a busy city. Often she would get out late at night, so the sight of drunk people isn't totally foreign to her.

However, she's never had to try and help one of them before...but, she can try her best. He isn't a complete stranger after all, and she doesn't feel quite right just leaving him there.]

Ah...would you like some help?

[William peers up at the question, squinting slightly as he attempts to pull himself away from the banister to sit properly. It's a small struggle but the young man manages it. Everything feels so sleep and keeping his eyes open is going to b a trick and a half, but at the same time the fact that someone as nice as Tohru found him snoozing in the stairwell is enough to keep him awake. It's not fair on a young girl to have to be helping a sad drunk to his room in William's drunken opinion, and he gives his best, reassuring smile with a shake of the head.]

I think I'll be okay, but thank you. You're too kind. Not everyone in this place would have asked. [At that William can't help but briefly glance upwards, trying to remember how much further it is to his floor. Sleeping in the stairwell sounded like a good idea but his pet lion cub would probably get upset if he didn't get back, and it wasn't as if he had friends he could ask to feed the small creature. Friends, what a joke. Everyone from Vega in Wonderland hated him, even the one he'd grown up as a friend with, the one he'd married.

William catches himself before he looks too depressed, the smile now held in place through sheer will. Though Tohru might recognize it was one who's just trying their best to hold their crap together.] I can probably make my way up soon.

[Tohru can't say she knows William very well, but from what little she does know she doesn't see any reason to hate him, especially not right now. Not when he looks so sad, and not when he's trying so hard not to look so sad. She's never been drunk before, but she can relate to that part at least. Everyone probably can, at least a little.

She nods at his answer and accepts it (which is probably for the best. She's not very strong and probably wouldn't have been much help in the first place) but...she still feels bad leaving him there alone.]

Okay. ...Would you like some company until then?

[She wouldn't mind sitting with him on the stairs for a little while, if he needs someone to talk to or someone to listen, or even just someone to make things a little less quiet and lonely.]

hypocrisy is digging in (open)

Stairs by the 8th floor!

he made it halfway! score!

Hooraaay! Good job!

(sorry this is late!)

(It's okay!)