IC contact: Sirenspull

[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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[paterelohim]

Cas, that's Everclear!

[WHEELCHAIRING OVER TO YOU. Fuck the police crutches hurt his ribs.] What are you doing in there?

[He wings his open NV onto the table and nears the liquor cabinet, looking up at Cas with a "y u do dis" face.]

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Looking for something to drink.

[paterelohim]

Cas.

Are you still on the meds?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Yes.



Why?

[paterelohim]

You can't mix booze and painkillers, man. [Wheeling forward to gently take the bottle from Castiel's hand.] It's dangerous.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

You do so.

[paterelohim]

[Alkdhfgjfg.]

Your liver doesn't have training, okay?

[Putting this bottle away now and touching Cas' arm lightly. So concernicus.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Is that really the factor?

[paterelohim]

Kinda. I know how to drink without overdoing it, and I have a higher tolerance than you.

[He's just going to... wheel over here. And wheel backwards and forwards and quietly dick around to work off jangled nerves.]

Sorry, man. That just means you need more practice when you get off the pills.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Can I simply stop them?

[paterelohim]

No. [Leaning back over his wheelchair at Cas.] Can you get me a fudgesicle from the freezer?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[paterelohim]

Because I said so.

[He takes it and immediately spins the wheelchair around once.]

Thanks, man.

But seriously- you don't have to be on them all the time, but you can't drink when they're kicked in.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Your statements are contradictory.

[paterelohim]

Life is contradictory.

Don't plow through my booze as your pain medication. It's not exactly healthy.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I'm not using it as such.

[paterelohim]

Mixing substances is really risky.

If you need more pain relief, just up how much you're taking. [Licking the popsicle mildly.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

The medication is making me nauseous.

[paterelohim]

[ 8( Caaaas.]

...Okay.

So.

Cut down your dose by half a pill and next time you take them, you can have a little to drink?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

How much?

[paterelohim]

[Wheeeeeling up to cut you off there, Barney.]

I'll make it. What do you want?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I'm capable of doing it.

[paterelohim]

[He sighs and pinches his nose.]

Cas. You've helped me in and out of my wheelchair about, what, eighty times now? I just... come on, I know you can, but.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck presses his lips together and whips up a quick chocolate martini- a very small one, the equivalent of two shots.]

Here. Trust me- it's all you'll need.