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[thewolfinside]

It's a good thing the neighbors stopped complaining about this end of the building a long time ago, or Jason would be out of an apartment. The music is so loud that the windows rattled with every hit of bass. Several CDs lay on the floor in front of the stereo and 'As I Lay Dying' is in the CD player. Jason is sprawled out on the floor, a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, a leftover joint in the other, trying to forget everything. Nathaniel has disappeared into one of the rooms, probably trying to drown out the noise Jason calls music.

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[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason wobbles a bit and shrugs. "I felt like turning it up."

He holds up the bottle. "Can't open it. Will you?"

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

Greg balances the plate, takes the bottle, and attempts to guide Jason to the couch before he wobbles over. Which prompts him to spout, "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down, Jason. Why did you feel like turning the music up?"

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason falls over on to the couch and looks up at the ceiling. "Because, it's better loud. Makes the thinking stop."

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

Taking a seat on the unoccupied part of the couch, Greg sticks the plate on a sidetable and works on getting the bottle open. "And why'd you need that to happen?"

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason takes a while to answer, and when he does his voice is hard to hear. "Saw Raina. She tried to kill me."

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

Greg stops trying to open the bottle, taking a moment to decide whether he heard that correctly or not. Since he thinks he did he just plunks the bottle on the sidetable and leans over, putting a cautious hand on Jason's shoulder. "You ... physically all right?"

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

He nods as well as one half laying on a couch can. "Some vamp got me out of there."

He takes a deep breath and gives a sad laugh. "I renounced the pack. All alone now."

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

Greg grips Jason's shoulder in an effort to be comforting, at a loss for what to say for a few moments.

"Is there another pack? Anyone else?"

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason shakes his head. "Not here, and I'm not going back there."
He looks around and takes the bottle from Greg. "I'm starting to sober up and that's bad."

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

Gently, Greg takes the bottle back, but just so he can open it, then hand it back.

"But you will sober up some time, right?" The question's an acknowledgement of the were part of him, but still, worry.

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason takes a quick drink then nods. "Yep. And then I'll have my break down and be happy-go-lucky Jason again."

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

"If it works for you." Greg pats Jason on the shoulder, not exactly disbelieving him but unable to come up with anything worth saying. There's a lot he doesn't get about being a were.

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason takes another drink and turns on the couch, leaning back against the arm.

"Imagine that everything here went to shit, and you went someplace else, someplace with no normal humans. And you know that no matter what you'll never be able to come back here."

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

Greg nods after a moment, fiddling with a thread on the bottom of his shirt.

"Jason, I know this isn't exactly the ray of sunshine I intended to cast, but I'd go crazy. Does Nathaniel count for anything? Because ... well, I know I can't help you."

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason sets the bottle down and pulls his legs up on the couch, sitting crosslegged.

"He does help some, but he's not pack. The pard wasn't as close as the pack was, thanks to Raina's interference."

He shakes his head and laughs.

"And honestly, as sick and twisted as it sounds, I do miss Raina. Not who she really is, but the person she turned into with the wards. That's fucked, isn't it?"

[sandersrocksit.livejournal.com]

Greg shakes his head, smiling a little, wry. "Not fucked up. She was ... nice. I mean, not nice, but ... fun, in a twisted, tried-my-best-to-avoid-seeing-her-rip-out-hearts kind of way." He glances at Jason. "And ... she'll really never turn back?" He sounds truly regretful.