012 | dictated | back dated to the 7th

[solar_absorber]

[Usually when Apollo doesn't see his husband for a few days it's because he's lurking around the town knocking out the teeth of anyone who dared to engage in criminal activity. So when a week went by without word, it didn't bother him. But as time went on he got increasingly more worried, until one day he decided to check for sure.

He really should have expected it. He's seen the way this place drags people in, only to eventually discard them. In time it was eventually going to be either the Midnighter or him. Selfishly, he just wished it would be him. A few hours later, after giving the news time to sink in-he wasn't brooding, he doesn't do that-he opens the journal to make the announcement.]

For those of you that knew him, the Midnighter has been sent back home. [There, short and sweet and right to the point. He didn't have the energy for anything more.]

[Filtered to Jenny Sparks]

I could use a drink. You in?

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[solar_absorber]

I do on occasion, but usually I stop at beer. [He raises another shot in salute before downing it.]

I'm in the mood for something stronger. A lot stronger. [And he doesn't really care what it is. Now isn't the time to be choosy.]

[20thcentury]

Hrmmm. [She takes a moment to survey the plethora of bottles on the table. What to do, what to do ...

Finally she selects an intimidating-looking bottle of tequila and delicately pushes it toward him.]

That'll likely do.

[solar_absorber]

[He barely hesitates when she hands him the bottle. In seconds it's open and he's taking a deep and rather long drink.]

I think I'm starting to feel something.

[20thcentury]

[Jenny just watches a little impassively. Not that she isn't sympathetic or doesn't care, but -- she's well on her way to the familiar, comforting numbness that comes along with this sort of thing.]

Well, keep drinking then, and that'll go away soon enough.