2019-06-28 - Good Decision. Bad Decision. Drink.

Despite drinking shot after shot at Indian Poker, Easton still managed to not be able to sleep. Easton's used to not sleeping, but usually after enough booze he will pass out somewhere, which is kind of like sleeping. The only real sleep he's gotten lately has been when spending the night with someone and with Bennie brushing him off and striking out at The Pourhouse tonight he's out of luck in that regard. After a few fitful hours of tossing and turning in bed, he decides that rather than face the misery of a slow slide into a waking hangover and a sleepless night Easton there was only one sane course of action: Stay Drunk. And thus began Operation Drunkard.

CUE MONTAGE

• A sock rolling over his leg stump
• Another layer of padding
• Triumphant sliding of the leg into the prosthesis
• Easton clad only in his boxer briefs striding confidentally at first and then stumbling a bit and righting himself on his way to the kitchen.
• Bottle after bottle being set out on the counter.
• Shots of multiple things being poured and lined up.
• Easton playing video games
• Empty shot glass coming down.
• Easton trying to get the ghost of Banks to play poker with him.
• Empty shot glass coming down.
• Both of them getting frustrated at Banks' inability to hold cards, or move chips, or talk.
• Empty shot glass coming down.
• Easton checking his phone. Again.
• Empty shot glass coming down.
• Easton finding a card on the counter.
• Easton picking up his phone.
• Easton putting the phone away and pouring another drink.
• Easton picking up the phone to leave a long and rambling voicemail as follows:

"Doctor Glass! It's mee. Easton. Charles. Marshall. We met the other night? I was in the accident? Not the first accident. The other accident. And Byron let you into my apartment? Because... you're sleeping with him? I forget. But anyway. You're pretty. I mean, we should talk. Professionally. Your profession. Not my profession. We've already done that. But I need to talk to someone, because? The US government requires me to do so! And it is my duty to serve.. something like that. Except it doesn't matter anymore. But we should talk. A lot. With our faces."

• More shots of Easton drinking
• Easton doing pushups for some reason
• Empty shot glass coming down.
• Easton pulling out his phone

"This is good. It's /atruistic/. I'm worried about my friends.. that's all." Easton explains to his thumbs as they start to text. Tom may not have a voice, but he does have eyes, eyes that give Easton the most gloriously judgemental side-eye possible. Side-eye so loud that Easton stops typing long enough to tell him to "Bite me."

(TXT to Baylee) Easton: You and Boy#1 okay after our nightscapade?
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: We are. You and Bennie good?
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: I'm fine. Less sure about her.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Whatcha mean?
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: She's busy. Pretty sure that means done.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: She told me she was busy, too. Doubles or some shit. But we weren't dating.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: wtf you do to make her done with you?
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: Not sure. Maybe it just fizzled out.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Nuh uh. I saw the way she was looking at your dumb face. Maybe she's just actually busy.
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: Maybe
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: How many pills did we take the other night? I'm down 15. That feels like a lot?
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: I lost count after four...we can head out of town, get more for you?
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: Still okay for now. Not eager for a repeat of the other night.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Not sure I'd blame the drugs.
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: I blame happiness.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Something was too good so had to be fucked up?
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: That's my theory
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Shit is fine with me and Aidan. So not buying it.
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: That mean no plan B for us?
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: I mean I can pick up some Plan B and drop by for a good time if you want.
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: Never tried. I'll try anything once. Or more than once. Sometimes a lot.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Plan B? That's good, baby, that's the morning after pill. You probably don't need to try it.
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: I do know that.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Whew. Good. But we can party.
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: Yea, I'm in.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Grand. Your place?
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: sure
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: Now? Or you need a few to think this through again.
(TXT to Baylee) Easton: Sure. And no more thinking. It's dumb.
(TXT to Easton) Baylee: On my way then.