Post by Taylor McCarthy on Mar 28, 2016 16:54:32 GMT -6
{OOC Note: Takes place the morning after this thread}
Taylor pushed open the door to the modest duplex he'd been renting since his return to the States and stepped inside. He quietly closed the door behind him while being mindful of the tray carrying the two large coffees and the fast food bag held in one hand. He'd managed to make an escape this morning without disturbing the drunk bastard buried under a heap of blankets on his couch. The night hadn't seen Taylor's brother, Jack, in the best of conditions. By the time Taylor managed to pinpoint which bar his brother was sitting outside of the situation had gone from bad to worse. Still, Taylor understood more than Jack would ever give him credit for. The elder McCarthy wasn't even going to bother with giving the junior crap about throwing up in his car.
"Hey." Taylor said, putting the fast food down on the coffee table and giving the pile of blankets on his couch a nudge. "Nap time's over." Despite the curt, abrupt nature of his words there was a faint trace of softness to Taylor's voice. He wasn't about to heap more grief onto his brother especially since he fully expected Jack to be in the throes of a serious hangover. At least, he would be if he hadn't thrown up so damn much the night before.
"It's almost noon." Taylor continued, moving into his kitchen to retrieve a bottle of Gatorade, then the bathroom to snatch the entire bottle of ibuprofen. This wasn't his first trip to the Hangover Rodeo. "C'mon." He said once he'd returned to the living room and gave the pile of blankets another poke. "You'll feel worse if you don't eat something."
Taylor pushed open the door to the modest duplex he'd been renting since his return to the States and stepped inside. He quietly closed the door behind him while being mindful of the tray carrying the two large coffees and the fast food bag held in one hand. He'd managed to make an escape this morning without disturbing the drunk bastard buried under a heap of blankets on his couch. The night hadn't seen Taylor's brother, Jack, in the best of conditions. By the time Taylor managed to pinpoint which bar his brother was sitting outside of the situation had gone from bad to worse. Still, Taylor understood more than Jack would ever give him credit for. The elder McCarthy wasn't even going to bother with giving the junior crap about throwing up in his car.
"Hey." Taylor said, putting the fast food down on the coffee table and giving the pile of blankets on his couch a nudge. "Nap time's over." Despite the curt, abrupt nature of his words there was a faint trace of softness to Taylor's voice. He wasn't about to heap more grief onto his brother especially since he fully expected Jack to be in the throes of a serious hangover. At least, he would be if he hadn't thrown up so damn much the night before.
"It's almost noon." Taylor continued, moving into his kitchen to retrieve a bottle of Gatorade, then the bathroom to snatch the entire bottle of ibuprofen. This wasn't his first trip to the Hangover Rodeo. "C'mon." He said once he'd returned to the living room and gave the pile of blankets another poke. "You'll feel worse if you don't eat something."