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"Asher!" Luther hollers to me after who knows how much time has passed. In reality, not much. But staring at the ceiling watching the fan go round and round until you get dizzy or it suddenly doesn't even look real anymore while finishing off a bottle of tequila... time moves slower.
"What?!" I shout back annoyed.
"Meeting in the living room." He says and I sigh, wishing I could skip, knowing I can't. I'm the one who actually still lives here. It's everyone else that needs to leave. So, I guess let's get this over with...
I heave myself off the bed, throwing the empty bottle on top of a pile of clothes and stomp to the door, Luther waiting for me at the top of the stairs as Allison's heading down.
Here we go.
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I blow out a puff of air, hanging upside down from the couch as I rest my head on a pillow.
Silence.
Silence is all that's been heard for the past few minutes. Well, other than glass clanking as Klaus makes him and I drinks at my bar across the room. Diego's staring off to space from his chair, Allison takes a sip of her drink adjacent from him, Luther's on the opposite end of the couch from me, and Vanya's unfortunately across from us.
"Um..." Luther finally speaks us, rising to his feet. "I guess we should get this started."
"What else are we waiting on?" I mumble, ready to get this show on the road so I can go up to the roof and smoke, maybe throw some rocks and acorns... days still young, but withering away with this pitiful meeting.
"So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown." Luther suggests. Sundown?! Might as well just kill me now.
It's... odd having everyone back, here at the same time. Itchy, and uncomfortable. I prefer my individual time with most of them, separately. All everyone wants to do with each other is argue.
And leave.
Honestly, the last time I think all six of us were together was before-
"Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot." Luther continues, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison baffles.
"You know, under the oak tree." Luther tells her at the same time I throw out, "Yeah, other than his office."
Allison looks off, lost in thought.
"We used to sit out there all the time, right Asher? None of you ever did that?" Luther looks at the rest.
