General RP Stripping for the Credit Union and SLC (Crow)

Ciaran stares, stepping back, "I. . ." He squeezes his eyes shut and then turns, stomping away. He goes to his room, slamming his bedroom door shut, trying not to cry as he digs around for his shoes. He tugs them on, and then looks for his jacket. His hands shake slightly, grabbing his keys as he walks for the door.
 
Ciaran goes out, wandering the streets in a daze. He presses a hand to his forehead, nails pressing into his skin as he tries to clear his head, the thoughts that were flitting past too fast for him to understand.

Gavin couldn't leave, could he? He needed his friend, Ciaran didn't want to be alone. But he couldn't give the other what he wanted either. He couldn't be with him, not like that, not forever. Ciaran had a map of his life ahead of him: finish his internship, get a job, meet a nice girl, get married. He hated it, sure, but it was what was expected.

He tugs at his hair gently, turning and going into a club. Not his usual scene, and he normally didn't turn to this kind of shit when stressed, but this was too much.

It's not until almost six in the morning that he comes home, stumbling and cursing as he bumps and slams into everything possible. He trips over the rug, bumping into the hall table and then towards the living room, letting out a pitiful sound as he falls onto the floor with a thud. "Ow. . ." He whimpers, closing his eyes.
 
Gavin had fallen asleep curled up in the floor. He didn't want to leave his best friend but he couldn't stay at that level anymore.

He woke up to hearing a thud and would walk out seeing his roommate on the floor. "Ciaran? What they hell are you up to?" He says leaning down and smelling the booze on him
 

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