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This wasn't planned, Everett's demons just got so very loud, they were screaming, some of their voices so very familiar, some where the forgotten voices of his past, some of them sounded like him and others were ones he wished he could forget, but with them screaming, screeching, clawing his brain, he knew he couldn't forget them. At lease not with help, he thought with a stumble.
So he opened a cabinet, a cabinet filled with bottles open bottles, with liquids of all kinds, his favorite kinds when he got like this, alcoholic.
So, he gripped onto a random one as if it was his life line, and drank its burning breath. It sloshed around as he drained it down, down into his body, drowning in it until the voices went away. He consumed as much liquid as he was able until they finally realized he was too drunk to care, too drunk to cry, too drunk to feel, too drunk to walk.
And so here he was, sat criss-sause-apple-sause in the maze of a library, his body swaying as if he was sat on a rocking ship in the great blue sea, with Peters worried face in-front of him as Peter tried to bring him back into the reality that is now.
Everett let out a drunken giggle, reality was such a funny thing. Reality, was to be forgotten, and thrown into a world full of other forgottens, he giggled again.
"-ett, how much did you drink?"
Blinking slowly, he held up one finger, Peter held out a sigh of relief, only to suck it back inside his lungs when Everett spoke.
"thrEE BOTTLEs" Everetts voiced echoed around them, making Everett once again, let out another giggle, pushing his finger against Peter rather soft lips, almost making Everett loss his mind.
In a giggle soft voice Everet spoke again "threeee bottles"
Peter huffed as he gently removed the finger from his lips, careful not to hold onto for too long.
