entrancelogs | hypocrisy is digging in (open)

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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 idea of getting dumb at the bar has William slightly offended, nose wrinkling a little as he frowns. As if he would be stupid enough to get that moronic at the bar. And yet the sad truth of it was that it was a bit of both, and William shifts uncomfortably, wondering where all this sudden interest is coming from. Mystique is blue, he's a plain Joe and there is absolutely nothing to even be prodding at him for in his mind.]

Long week. Or can someone not go and have a few drinks at the bar? That's what it's there for. [See that? William is going to casually lean back a little when Mystique leans in.] Why do you care?

A few drinks, I can understand. You seem to have sampled a few bottles, however. I could practically smell you from five feet away.

And, oh, I don't know. [ She turns so that her back is against the wall, shrugging and smiling innocently. ] We're all stuck here together. May as well look out for one another. Right?

[ If "looking out" involves making the other feel like shit, anyway. ]

It wasn't that much. [That fib slips out so easily, William doing his best to not look guilty at that one. How much has he had to drink? The principate isn't sure, but Mystique is right; it was definitely more than a few.

The mention of looking out for others gets a slightly suspicious look. Not ten minutes ago Mystique hadn't given him a second thought. Now she was being neighborly? Even drunk that doesn't sit well, William wondering how he can even handle it before shrugging. He can deal with whatever it is in the morning, right now lots of thought is overrated.]

Fine. Why are you like that?

[ She makes a face, ignoring his stupid obvious lie about boozing it up. ]

Why am I like what, exactly?

[ Because there are a lot of directions that question could go, and she's pretty sure she won't like any of them. ]

[There are definitely a few ways William can go with it, and it's enough that he gives it some quick, muddled thought. He could ask why she's being like that in terms of attitude, feeling the need to act cocky and put others down so easily. That's in a perfect world though, and at least William isn't looking condescending in any shape or form when he answers. He just looks curious.]

Colorful?

[ Her eyes roll up to the ceiling as she sighs. It's such a burden to be right all the time. ]

Well, William, sometimes when a man and a woman really love each other, they have a baby...and I'm sure you can figure out the rest. There's no rhyme or reason for being born a certain way.

What? [ She pushes off the wall so she can step in closer and smirk. ] Like what you see?

[William can't help but answer that reply with an eye roll of his own. Right then, so it was natural coloring. All she had to say was that, sans the sarcasm. Apparently Mystique couldn't talk without it, and the young man opens his mouth to ask about that before blinking when she steps closer.

The principate is not an oblivious person. That smirk is bad news and William makes a point of keeping his eyes on the other's face. He's already seem enough to know that Mystique is probably naked, or near enough, and it isn't something he's going to glance over again. He likes living.]

Never seen anyone with yellow eyes.

Shame. I think it compliments my hair so nicely.

[ Her smirk gets smirkier as she firmly plants herself against his door. He's not getting through it until she allows him to. ]

You act like you've never seen a real woman before. [ She reaches out to lightly boop the tip of his nose. ] Is it too much for you to handle?

[There's a small huff of annoyance when Mystique blocks the way to his room. So it was going to be like that? William may have been drunk making his way back, but he can feel himself sobering a little, hangover threatening the edges of his consciousness like a circling vulture. The last thing he needed was for someone to be a pain, yet here he was, pulling his head back slightly at the nose boop and putting on a thoroughly unimpressed look.

And he'll glance Mystique over before giving a shrug. She would probably kill him for this, but at the end of the day he's tired, fed up and wants to pass out.]

I've seen better.

[ Mystique hasn't had much opportunity to put her full limberness on display since gracing Wonderland with her presence. So when an opportunity presents itself, she has to take it! Clearly!

There's a blur of blue before one of her feet flies up to William's chest and presses him against the wall. She's not trying to hurt him, no--Mystique doesn't like to break her toys. Unless they can handle it, anyway. Seeing as Will doesn't seem the hardy type, she doesn't use too much pressure. Just enough.

She smiles brightly as she holds him there, acting more like she's given him a hug rather than a very footy warning. It's not that she cares much about his opinion, but she's not about to have some human talk to her any old way. ]

I wouldn't expect you to know a good woman when you've see her.

[Before he knows it, William is pinned against the wall and wondering just what is even happening in his life. Seriously, he just can't seem to catch a break, and it even takes a few moments before William realizes that Mystique isn't holding him to the wall with a hand, but with a foot.

Right, so she's flexible....And for once the acolyte is just not going to ask. Even inebriated he knows when he's come across someone who could probably tie him into a pretzel shape and leave him there. Still, he has to at least explain his own stance, that's only fair since it seems his comment struck some kind of nerve.]

I'm married. So I'm not meant to look at other women no matter how good they might be. [William knows he's a hypocrite, but right now Mystique doesn't even know about his ex-wife who wanted him executed for betraying the city. And she doesn't need to when the excuse is perfect enough to get him out of the shitty hole he's dug himself into.]

[ Mystique's head tilts slightly, like a curious lizard, her smile getting sneakier by the second. Her foot doesn't go anywhere, though. Just gonna keep it where it is, nbd. ]

Are you trying to discourage me, William? Tsk tsk. [ Her eyes slide to his door then back to him. Ha! He just keeps getting more and more entertaining! ] Oh, I see. Am I keeping you from your blushing bride?

[ Instead of relenting, her foot creeps a bit higher, getting closer to his throat. ] She so boring that you have to drown yourself in liquor? I'm a lot more fun, you know.

[It's somewhat of a big deal, William isn't even sure on how to deal with someone's foot pinning him like that. Had it been a hand he would have been inclined to bat it away. It doesn't stop him putting a hand around Mystique's ankle when he feels it nearing his throat, fingers circling not tightly, but enough that if she feels inclined to push harder, he'll try something. Like twisting, or something.....]

You can't drag me into talking about her. She's not boring, she's just not here. [There's a smile that isn't quite reaching his eyes. Like Hell is he going to drop Claire into this mess regardless of if they are or aren't getting along.] And more fun? I'm not falling for that.

[ She shrugs and crosses her arms, acting like they're having a normal, everyday conversation and not like she's threatening to crush his trachea any minute now. His hand on her ankle is of no concern. Really, it's kind of cute. ] I'm not trying to get you to talk about her. That would imply I gave a damn about your lovely wife.

But, if anything, well. [ Another nonchalant shrug. ] You've just proven how boring she is if she's not even worth mentioning. Wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason for your current inebriated state.

[ Mystique gives a dramatic sigh, her eyelashes batting innocently as she looks away. ] Some relationship you must be in if you're not taking every opportunity you can to be disgustingly sweet and proclaim your everlasting love. So yes, I think I'll go with boring.

[ Come on, little fishy. Take the bait. Because she'd just love to hear about this mystery woman that probably exists only in his imagination. ]

[He's not trying to be cute, maybe that hand at the ankle is more to tether himself to his sanity that's currently trying to escape. It isn't every day you find yourself with a foot to your throat by a blue toned, yellow eyed, sassy woman.

And the mention of his (ex)wife being boring gets a brief scowl. The day Claire was boring was the day the sun went out forever.]

She's not boring, she's the most beautiful woman in the world. [Even William grimaces at himself, all too easily hearing the drunken tone in his voice. Nope, he's not going to be that kind of drunk, and the young man takes a breath and squares his shoulders, hand moving to now bat once at the offending foot.]

You care too much about my wife. Your jealousy is showing, you know. Don't worry, happens to the best of us.

Ahh, there we are. There's the sappiness. I knew if I kept digging it'd come out.

[ Her foot shifts to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Then it gives one of his cheeks a pat that's a little harder than necessary. A light slap, basically. So cute!

Figuring he's had enough, she puts her foot back where it belongs on the floor. And then she laughs. It's genuine, too. She didn't know he was aiming for a career in comedy! ]

Yes, I am so jealous of this woman I don't know. Practically frothing at the mouth. If I ever get the honor of meeting her, I'll tell her so. Like this.

[ She changes her voice to a high-pitched, grating mess. ] Oh, William's wife, you are so much better than me! I wish you were dead so I could have him to myself! How will I ever go on, knowing William isn't mine?

[ With a dramatic sigh, she holds her chest and fakes a sob. Aaand curtain! Don't hold your applause, now. ]

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