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Eliot had . . . self-medicated the evening away after Jon had left. Wondering if Margo was trapped in the nightmare house that the police guy and his weird boyfriends had picked as their fourth or whatever, or if she’d seen a chance to go home and taken it without him or — some other option that his self-pity wouldn’t let him see right now. Because if she was in the nightmare house, he was too chicken shit to go look for her. And if she ditched him . . . well, he deserved that, right? For being the sort of asshole who ended up in the nightmare house in the first place.

So, you know. Woe was him. Weeping and gnashing of teeth and all that.

This morning found him passed out on the couch, the detritus of his evening scattered around him. Not even an inappropriate sexual partner around to boost his morale upon waking.

Woe was him indeed.

[expecting one and will be slooooooooooow]

Margo hadn’t been outside the weird nightmare house when Eliot got out. And — and he didn’t really have any other friends around here, did he. Sure there was Jon, but the last time he’d talked to Jon he’d accused him of making history worse by existing in it, so he’d probably burned the fuck out of that bridge.

So Eliot had gone home. And found that empty, too.

( cut for references to substance abuse and self-medication )

[mostly for establishment purposes, but can also be open if anyone has reason to stop by.]