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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William.

[Seeing the young man, glass in hand, and that eerily familiar expression on his face, has the archangel stopping from leaving. He'd walked in and was going to walk back out, but he finds that he can't. Michael didn't know what they were, not friends, not enemies, but he almost felt guilty, responsible.]

What are you doing.

[He knows what he's doing, but is lacking in the appropriate question to ask. Especially after the last time they spoke.]

[William knows that voice and whom it belongs to. He also knows the tone of voice, shoulders hunching ever so slightly as the young man cringes inwardly. It's almost like he's been busted for something, but then William realizes that he's not doing anything wrong and has nothing to be scolded for.

So when he turns to peer at Michael it's with a politely interested expression, William pointedly taking another drink from his glass as if defiantly denying the archangel's unspoken impression.]

Having a drink?

[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.]

[Castiel's only reason for dropping by the bar is to check in and see if Jo is there. He's been meaning to discuss his recent argument with Dean with her, though he expects that for the most part he'll simply be preaching to the choir. He's fairly certain he "won" that argument, given that Dean was the one who'd given up and stopped texting back.

The point is, he's not entirely prepared for someone to stumble out of the bar and into the hallway right as he's walking up. Not just anyone, either -- it's the man he'd spoken to a few months back, the one who came from the same world as the alternate versions of Gabriel and Michael. Castiel had been putting him through an interrogation of sorts when he'd stopped responding, and he hasn't had the chance to speak to him since.

Now would be a good opportunity, except there's a sway and stumble to William's body language that betrays just how inebriated he is. Castiel stops in his tracks and looks him over with a slight frown.]

Do you need assistance?

[Gabriel is a regular at the 5th floor bar, so it's really only a matter of time till they start crossing paths. Gabriel had been, for the most part, drinking alone whenever he comes into the bar for the night. He's content to sit back and watch the room and strike up conversation when he feels the need, but mostly he keeps to himself. It's refreshing to have William there with him, even if he understands why the Principate was there to begin with. He knows this is just a coping mechanism, but it's worked for him. And perhaps he should feel somewhat guilty for starting this whole bad habit, but he's not.

He sits down next to William and orders a tall glass of something fruity that will pack a punch. Something with at least seven shots in it. He then turns to the young man, wondering how long he's been holding up the bar by now and noting his empty glass. He'll go ahead and get him a shot of something at least.]

You do know that you are welcome to come drink with me at my personal bar whenever you wish.

[It's closer. And really, the only reason Gabriel comes to the bar these days is because there are other people there to watch.]

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[Sighing, loudly, and it's an atypically noisy sound for the archangel, he takes a few steps closer to William. He puts his hands on his hips, and frowns, expression stern.]

Yes, William. I see that. Why?

[Now that some time has passed, and Michael is seeing William face to face for the first time, he realizes he wants to speak with him again. He wants to know him better, try to understand. And, if after that, they cannot come to a peaceful arrangement, then at least he tried.]

[It's so tempted to just reply with "because I can" for once. As the only child left to inherit a position of power within Vega for the Whele family, William wasn't even allowed a rebellious phase and he has to literally bite the reply back. It'd be satisfying though just to see Michael's reaction.

Instead the principate goes back to his drink, swirling the liquid around for a moment as he tries to think of some kind of reason. Coherent and logical thinking has already abandoned him, and so the young man merely shrugs. Why indeed? Besides, he can think of better things to be asking.]

Why are you talking to me? [It's not even asked in a childish, bratty manner, but more that of dazed confusion which is evident in William's expression. They had not parted on good terms after all.]

[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.]

Should I go, then. Or can we speak civilly to one another.

[Michael didn't want to let his anger get the best of him, but communication wasn't his strong suit. If he wanted this to not end badly, then he had to go slow. William's drinking wasn't helping, but, he knew his fair share of alcoholics, so that wasn't a problem.

Besides, he thought some people were more honest when they were inebriated. Not that William had anything left to hide, or so he would think.]

We didn't part ways well, William. Shouldn't we try to resolve what we can. We may be here a while.

That's up to you I guess.

[It really is. William is too fed up with the existence of Wonderland to even attempt tearing strips verbally off of Michael. That and Gabriel had made it clear that even if they didn't see eye to eye, Michael was still the archangel's brother. William knows that was his first and only warning on the matter, and so he gives a shrug.

Parting ways? That gets a small, bitter smile from the principate. He'd been sure he wouldn't walk out of that one in a single piece with the way Michael had reacted.]

Resolve what? Michael you are not going to agree or listen with anything I have to say on it. [William may be using coherent words, but there's the underlying slur of someone who's been drinking for a while now.]

[It was getting to that point in the evening where even William knows how drunk he is. Getting back to his room and blacking out on his bed is now the number one priority in the principate's life, no thoughts of his ex or back home to ruffle his feathers for the time being. A small part of William knows that drinking to forget is always going to end in tears one day, but when it works so well how can he remember that? Wonderland has him at his wits end and when Whele's hit rock bottom they obviously hit the nearest bottle.

He's just about congratulating himself on managing to get to the door without falling over when William stumbles over the threshold, catching himself at the very last second with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. Castiel gets a shrewd look when the young man realizes he's not on his own, grey eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to put a name to the face.

Nope. It's not coming to him. Remembering the last few days was an issue, let alone network conversations some time ago. William tries to straighten up, doing his utmost to not sway on his feet and failing ever so slightly.]

I don't think so. [There's a pause as William draws a deep breath as if steeling himself for something, looking around before directing his gaze back to Castiel.] Which way's the tenth?

[William sees Gabriel at the bar quite a few times, and each time he doesn't seem to approach the archangel. No, he wants for the archangel to approach him, not wanting to interrupt whatever it is the other is up to. He doesn't know Gabriel's routine, but what William does know with all the logic of a drunk is that he doesn't want to interrupt said routine.

This evening William is already well on his way to being completely blitzed, having spent most of the day in the bar as well as the evening, and he peers at the shot with an almost resigned look. Yeah sure, he'll drink that in one go, not even flinching at the taste as he puts the glass down. At least William has somehow figured out how not to slide off his bar stool, though on the odd occasion he's woken up in the stairwell, so getting back to his room is still a balancing act. Waking up, having a drink for the hangover and then taking Zadkiel for a walk is the only routine he has now, and William knows the rest is going to be up in the air for some time until he finds something else to do.

The fact that Valentines is coming up hasn't gone unnoticed by the principate either.]

Is that an invite?

[A small smile touches his expression as William knocks back that shot like a pro. Or rather, like a drunk. His drink arrives and he takes long, slow gulps off of it, mostly to hide his dry expression. Yes, perhaps the Principate is drunk enough already if he didn't catch that that was a blatant invitation to his place.]

Yes, William, I am inviting you back to my room.

[A touch on the snarky side but he means it, and clears his throat.]

More that if you ever don't feel like going down five flights of stairs you only need knock on the next door over. But I would not be opposed if you wish to head up stairs.

What now? [It's difficult to tell if Gabriel means it or not when William hears the slightly snarky tone. Unless he's missed something, the principate tilting his head as he tries to figure out if he did or not. Maybe.

The mention of stairs gets a grimace though. Those bastard things are the bane of William's life. He has to go down the whole lot to walk the lion cub, then back up, then down half of them just for drinks... It's a total nightmare even for someone in relatively decent shape. Just that thought alone has William throwing his hands up in mock despair.]

For the skills this place has, why doesn't it have a dammed elevator?!

You-- [He was about to reiterate his invitation when the other clings to the very important question of the night. He blinks a moment then laughs a little at the overly animated exasperation.]

Yes, one of Wonderlands many mysteries.

[He sighs softly.]

I suppose you could always move if you wanted to.

[That's not the right answer apparently, not when William just places his forehead on the bar top with a small thud. Nope, he's not moving but he's definitely content in grumbling about it.]

No, no no. Why do I have to inconvenience myself because this place can't figure out the basics?

[Life is suffering and for a moment William just wallows in the fact he's forever doomed to traipse up and down a few hundred stairs every day of his life. Considering they aren't aging in Wonderland, that could be for eternity.] I need another drink. Or two. Will they let me take the bottle back?

[There's a pause as the young mans forehead hits the bar and Gabriel can't help but roll his eyes some. Such dramatics. He sips his drink idly, letting William loathe and whinge all he wants. At the mention of another drink he frowns softly, fairly certain his thin, mortal frame probably shouldn't have as much as another bottle. If he wanted his Acolyte to survive the night and not chalk another death up to alcohol poisoning, perhaps he should step in as a concerned friend. Or at least try to grasp better control of the situation while he was still fairly sober.]

Let me finish the one I have and we can get you something upstairs.

[At least then he doesn't have to worry about the drunk fool falling down the steps.]

No need to take a bottle from them when you've got a bar next door and the Archangel who owns it as your best friend.

[William takes a few minutes to just stay silent and breathe, vaguely realizing somewhere that he's being a wretched moaning drunk. He can almost see his father just shaking his head and rolling his eyes right now. And if William had any inkling he could ask his closet for alcohol, he would never bother leaving his room and have to lament over the stairs.

The principate huffs, pushing himself back up into an upright position and rubbing his face with both hands. And if Gabriel ever even doubted just how much alcohol the human had put down his neck, the mention of being a best friend barely even registers on William's expression, and the young man doesn't even react to it.]

I'd feel bad if I drank all of yours though.

[A soft chuckle at that.]

William, even I can't drink a whole bar.

[He slings an arm around his shoulders once he's upright.]

C'mon, I won't cry over one bottle gone. I can get more.

[Not that he had any intention of giving the other a bottle of anything at the moment. Being this close told him the story of just how much and of what the other has drank so far. He's now determined to get to the bottom of what he's got. Drinking it faster will make it hit harder, but he's had more experience with this Alcoholic thing.]

[Gabriel won't cry over one bottle gone? William briefly wonders where it's gone before shrugging harshly. Absolutely no idea, he just knows it was nothing to do with him at the time. With the arm at his shoulders the principate feels a bit more sturdy, running a hand through his ruffled hair absently as he peers down the bar.]

I'd still feel bad or something. [Another huff.] This place is ridiculous. Even I could run a mansion better. At least I'd do something about the stairs. Right. Yours then? [William hiccups once and gets to his feet, not even waiting for an answer as he starts to make his way towards the door.

Or where he thinks the door is.

He's somewhat positive it's not where it was....]

[Gabriel lets the young man slip out of his grasp to go wander blindly for one side of the room. He sighs, finishes off his drink and stands to follow after him.]

Are you looking for the loo? Or the exit?

[A motion to where the door actually is.] Because the exit is that way.

[William blinks as Gabriel turns up next to him, peering over at the other side of the room where the door actually is with some surprise and a hint of suspicion.]

I was looking for the stairs. I didn't realize the bar door moved as well. [Considering the dining room and kitchen downstairs liked to, it doesn't take much for William to jump to the same conclusion and he motions with his hands helplessly. By now he just wants to go the hell to bed.]

Did you need the bathroom?

No. I'm fine.

[He'd point out that as an Archangel they don't have bodily functions like that but it's unnecessary. He'd also point out that the door hadn't moved and that William was just incredibly drunk, but refrains there as well. No need to argue with the newbie alcoholic. He'll just put a hand on William's back to both help guide him and keep him steady on his feet.]

Do you want me to carry you? Save you the pain of climbing the stairs for one trip?

[The hand at his back gets an odd reaction, William frowning slightly and moving away. If it'd been on his shoulder he'd have shrugged it off, and the Whele stubborn gene is starting to show itself in rare, brief glimpses that evening for Gabriel's viewing pleasure.]

I don't need to be coddled. I just want to go to sleep. [At that William freezes, outright horrified that he's snapped at the archangel Gabriel of all people. He puts the palm of a hand to his forehead and closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.] I'm sorry, that was rude of me when you were just trying to be nice.

[As the other pulls away he'll simply shove his hands into his pockets and follow. He's somewhat taken aback by the tone and words snapped at him, hearing a good deal of Whele Sr. in it. He shrugs it off and motions for the steps.]

Go on then. I'll be right behind you.

[A pause and then he adds.]

But if you get tired I can help. All you need to do is ask. It wouldn't take much to go out a window.

[He's willing to bet he hasn't even though of flying and 5 floors is nothing with the beat of his wings.]

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