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Short:The Whiskey Diary

Title:The Whiskey Diary
Rating: FR13
Challenge: #112 – the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns @ tthdrabbles
Fandom: BtVS, Supernatural
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.

Note: This drabble takes place in my ‘Miles to Go’ series and is a sequel to ‘Echoes of Life’. Pike-centric and yes the title is another nod to Hunter S. Thompson.

+The Whiskey Diary+


Ellen found him locked down tight and crawled halfway into a bottle of Jameson.

Blue eyes stared up at her red-rimmed and suffering before he turned his back on her door kicking entrance and took another long, throat tightening pull from the bottle. He coughed, shaking his head and Ellen turned away from the broken sight of Oliver to gaze about the salt-lined and rune strewn room. Her brows dipping at some of the markings he’d used to barricade the window he sat beside, but instead of badgering him about his knowledge, as she usually did, Ellen turned to shut the broken door behind her.

“Salt-lines are dandy, but you need a door that’ll stand up to a hard knocking.” She maneuvered said door closed and had to use her shoulder to jam it back into the frame.

There was a snort and a readily supplied, “’Specially when the knocking is by a foot.”

She’d expected slurring and was surprised by the coherency of his response as she nodded, “Exactly.” Ellen made her way towards the table beneath the only window in the motel room and the vacancy light outside cast Oliver in muted red glow. Ellen frowned as he took another swig and with the fact that the bottle he was drinking from looked to be the cleanest thing in the room. “I’m sorry—”

“I don’t need your pity.” He cut her off abruptly and tilted his head back to gaze up at her and Ellen sighed at the world of rage she saw in his gaze.

“No. You need a shower and pot of coffee,” she used the tip of her boot to drag out the second chair from the dinette set and settled herself across from him and finished, “But until then pass me that bottle.”
The end.

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