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Title: Dead of Winter
Author: [livejournal.com profile] morrobay1990
Warning:
Genre: canon
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack


Well. Maybe.






dead of winter 1



“Don’t you never think about this, Ennis? You miss it? Don’t it get bad for
you? Gets bad for me… “

“Jack, I’m workin twelve, fourteen hour days…time I come home, get cleaned up,
drink some, fall asleep on the couch most nights.”

“But when you’re not workin, or drinkin, or sleepin…what then?”

“I don’t know…got other stuff, the girls, worryin about money…nothin I can do
about it anyway…just wait it out.”

“What if we was to meet up every two months?”

“You get this drunk at home? Wonder your old lady don’t throw you out.”

“This ain’t nothing…used to it now…”

“Jesus, Jack, watch where you’re walkin, gonna end up in the damn
fireplace…come on back over here.”

“Lemme tell ya a little story…little story about what I do ev’ry day. First I
wake up. And right away I’m pissed cause I’m in a nice house in Childress,
instead of a ripped-up tent in Wyoming.”

“Jack…”

“I ain’t finished. Tryin to tell you so you can gimme some pointers on how to
get through a damn day and night…so I get up, eat, leave for work…more’n once
I drove right past the damn place headin outta town, didn’t think I could face
it there another day...no place I wanna go but here. So spend the day talkin to damn
guys, tryin to give a shit if they buy something – some days’re worse than
others. Go home, pour a drink, try to keep my mind from wanderin, but it
always does…know where to?”

“Come on, Jack….”

“Guess you do know…ain’t that way for you though, is it? “

“Why don’t you go lay down on the bed, you been drinkin steady since mornin.“

“Is it? Ain’t that way…”

“Sleep it off, we’ll finish talkin later.”

“‘K…..we’re gonna finish, though.”

“All right, all right, we’ll finish.”





“Can’t talk to you like this when you’re awake – feel crazy doin it now.
What’d you do with that bottle?
It’s bad for me, too...but what do we do about it? Can’t do nothing. You keep sayin
things’re changing, but I don’t see no change…same as it always was around here…same
as it’ll always be.”

“You think it’s easier for me than for you ’cause I don’t tell ya much...maybe I
should, but you know it ain’t like me to talk...why you think Alma really left?
I wasn’t any kinda husband to her…wasn’t there half the time, even when I was in the
same room with her...same bed...you was always there, too...like a ghost...or somethin.
Sometimes I’d feel you there so strong it’d block everything else out...didn’t want
nobody gettin in the way…blocked her out good, that’s why she left. But I can’t do no
more than that…that cow and calf you talked about…no use thinkin about it...like a kid
wantin a bike for Christmas…ain’t gonna happen…just makes ya sad to keep thinkin about
something you can’t have.
Well this was fuckin stupid...maybe I’ll be able to tell ya one day, right now I’m just glad you’re a heavy sleeper.
Shove over, you ain’t the only one’s drunk now.”

“C’mere…plenty a room...”






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Date: 2012-07-25 12:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morrobay1990.livejournal.com
I'm thinking Jack polished off 1 bottle by himself...drank a lot...

It's hard to show time passing without narrative, but I really wanted just them talking.....maybe I should have spaced out Ennis's sentences further apart...

thanks, Donna.

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