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After drinking himself into a stupor at Caritas after saying goodbye to Angel, Bel shimmered back to the South Attic. Unfortunately, being exceptionally drunk, he appeared about three inches above the floor and went sprawling to the carpet. He lay there for a long moment, waiting for Phoebe. The noise surely would've awoken her. But the attic was dark and quiet. Phoebe wasn't there.

He staggered to the bedroom, yanking open drawers and tossing the contents on the floor until he found what he was looking for: the snowglobe he'd stolen from Angel months before. He'd been meaning to give it back and didn't know why he was still holding on to it. Too late now.

He raised his arm to throw the snowglobe against the wall but stopped himself just before the orb left his hand. Sinking back down to the floor, his back against the bed, he stared at the snowglobe cradled in his hands. Phoebe wasn't here. His best friend had left. Hell, even Lindsey was gone. Not since he was a child in the Underworld had he ever felt this alone.

Date: 2006-05-13 06:27 pm (UTC)
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Phoebe shook her head. "I'll get it love."

She went to the cabinet and brought him a beer and she also had a bottle of her favorite Smirnoff.

"No drinking alone," she reminded him as she handed him his beer.

Date: 2006-05-13 06:37 pm (UTC)
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Phoebe let him have the Smirnoff Ice as well, and then got herself another one.

She came back and sat next to him.

Date: 2006-05-13 06:57 pm (UTC)
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Phoebe sighed and did what she should have done before and took the Smirnoff out of his hand and rolled it away from them.

Then she tugged at his beer.

"You wouldn't let me do this."

Date: 2006-05-13 07:08 pm (UTC)
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She tugged at the beer again.

"I have no doubts about that. However, you are already going to be sick as hell in the morning. Also, I am not going to sit and let you give yourself a wonderful case of alcohol poisoning."

Date: 2006-05-13 07:16 pm (UTC)
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Phoebe returned the bottles to the cabinet and fridge and then came back to sit close to him.

"Do you think incapacitating yourself with the alcohol is going to make the hurt stop?" she asked him softly as she stroked his hair.

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