Post by sebastian on Aug 8, 2011 16:02:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 707 // tagged // vickyyyy/grace <3 boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A as sebastian felt himself wake up he let a groan leave his lift, willing his body not to wake up as the pain from last night’s antics was becoming more and more intense. besides from the obvious throbbing head which was a result of too much alcohol there were some less common pains which his fuzzy mind tried to remember how they happened. as he swallowed he tasted blood in his spit which made his body suddenly more alert and he found himself sitting up and a jolt of pain to course through his body from his abdomen. broken ribs he was guessing. carefully he swung his legs round and gently placed on the hard ground so he was now in a sitting position. it was a few moment before he built up the courage to face the pain and stand up so that he could haul himself to a mirror to locate where the blood was coming from. “shit” he said to himself as he groaned at his reflection. it wasn’t the cut lip that he was complaining at. it wasn’t even the various colours his eye had managed to go. no it was his nose. “my beautiful nose.” he complaining as he tentitively ran his finger over his once straight nose. the thing that had replaced his perfect nose was red and swollen and pointed more to the left then the centre. so hangover, broken ribs, cut lip, black eye, broken nose. that must have been one hell of a good night last night he thought to himself, unable to stop the small smirk forming on his lips despite the amount of pain that he was in. instinctively his hand reached for his wand before his mind became a bit clearer and he remembered the last time he had tried to fix himself. he had ended up with a beak instead of a nose and god knows how he make his entire skin turn green. it was best left to the professionals. professionals like his sister. she was an up and coming doctor and sebastian was definitely very proud of her. it also happened to be very useful in situations such as these. there had been many times where his sister had fixed something for him but he was always very grateful. anyway he did do a lot for grace and lent her a lot of money, not that he minded. he loved looking after his little sister, especially as he did have enough spare money to be able to spoil her a bit. it had been a while since he’d seen grace and he did actually really miss her. he knew how busy she was with all her work though and he respected her for that. sebastian walked into his office, opening several drawers before finding what he was looking for. he tipped a few painkillers into his hand and chucked them into his mouth before grabbing a glass of what he thought was water but turn out to be vodka and swallowed them, wincing at the sharp taste of the vodka so early in the morning whilst he had a hangover. looking round his office he realised that he badly needed to sort it out and do all his paperwork. so as he waited for the painkillers to take effect he slowly started cleaning up the club. he really needed to hire a cleaner to do all this. numerous glasses were spread across the bar and sebastian picked them up, one by one until his hand were full. thank god he had a dishwasher. he would need to have a word later with his bar staff to ask why they had left the club in this state. Sebastian rarely got angry with his staff but things like this really did annoy him. finally after what seemed like hours the place looked presentable again. by this time sebastian was already exhausted and his ribs were hurting badly that he lay back down on the sofa, wincing slightly in pain, no energy left to change out of his dirty suit and sort himself out. soon his eyes were shut again as sebastian wondered why the hell the painkillers were having absolutely no effect. notes // these two are going to be adorable! <3 notes |
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