"You seem rather lost," remarks a voice that may strike her as familiar, subtly amused.
Between his fervency to get as incredibly fucking smashed as immediately possible, there had been the sensation of some sort of vague struggle taking place at the epicenter of himself, a desperate, wild, frantic energy to tear loose from whatever influence has begun to take root. Far too soon, the struggling had subsided. The scrabbling, frenetic power of the man he was, is, will become - syntax has begun to grow unbearably slippery, in his mind - had been almost intolerable. Upon its decision to subside, he feels - steadier, cleaner.
Better.
"Nervous?" He steps forward so he is standing beside her, hands in pockets, pose relaxed. Something scratches at the posterior of his mind, that this woman should strike him as familiar. He smiles without a hint of irony. "I wouldn't be."
Possibly it is the fact that tonight Rush resembles who he once was that has caused his sense of self to suffer accordingly.
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Between his fervency to get as incredibly fucking smashed as immediately possible, there had been the sensation of some sort of vague struggle taking place at the epicenter of himself, a desperate, wild, frantic energy to tear loose from whatever influence has begun to take root. Far too soon, the struggling had subsided. The scrabbling, frenetic power of the man he was, is, will become - syntax has begun to grow unbearably slippery, in his mind - had been almost intolerable. Upon its decision to subside, he feels - steadier, cleaner.
Better.
"Nervous?" He steps forward so he is standing beside her, hands in pockets, pose relaxed. Something scratches at the posterior of his mind, that this woman should strike him as familiar. He smiles without a hint of irony. "I wouldn't be."
Possibly it is the fact that tonight Rush resembles who he once was that has caused his sense of self to suffer accordingly.