Log: Static

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When; No Self-Control Day
Rating; R for drug use
Characters; Frederick Abberline (bloodyuseless) and Jack Sparrow (13_year_captain) to start, open to more later.
Summary; No impulse control means liquor, drugs, and sex. Also violence, but Frank's not the sort to punch out anyone he doesn't hate personally.
Log;

Frederick stumbled away from the 'computer' thing, draining the last of his drink. The bottle was only barely touched, and still so very full - gloriously strong. His vision was already doing incredibly strange things. He'd wait like a good boy, though. He was raised right, damnit, and you always shared when you said you would. The only problem was, that the angrier he got the more his thoughts replayed things from his past, the more he saw Victoria - he needed to be very drunk, or very high, or both, or unconscious - he just needed to stop. The rage at first was so strong he screamed to himself until he felt a pull in his throat, and then turned to the bottle.

He heard a noise at the front, a sort of offbeat pawing, and somehow made his way to the door. His hair was disheveled and his tie undone (his jacket had vanished some time ago), and he swayed a bit as he opened the door. "Hello darling," he deadpanned. Fuck but the man looked exactly like him. How awkward. At least I'm not dressed like a bloody circus trick, he thought.

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Frank looked particularly startled, and moved back a bit, confused and visibly flustered. He'd kissed another man, once. One of the boys who sold themselves - completely unthinkable and illegal, but he'd spent all night sitting with him, just talking. Talking about how his nature was against the law, and that he'd been forced into this.. Abberline hadn't been able to put those poor boys through the hell of exposure to nail those Free Manson bastards (even though they'd been given an out anyway ... typical). He shouldn't have... they shouldn't have...

"Fuck."

He leaned forward and kissed Jack harshly, one hand fisting in his shirt.

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"Not a bad idea, rea..."

Jack was caught off guard and silenced when his shirt was snagged and lips were pressed suddenly back to his. This was a rather fortunate, if unexpected, turn of events. He gave in to the kiss completely and one of his ever-busy hands moved down to pull open the buttons of Frank's shirt.

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Frank had no real idea what he was doing. Lips and teeth an tongue and -- god, what was he doing? He reached up to hold Jack's face in his hands, the familiar-yet-not shape both foreign and comforting.

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With a little awkward wrestling, Jack managed to get Frank's shirt open and began the task of moving it off of the man, though he was only willing to give up the touch of one hand at a time.

When the task was done, Jack pulled away to look at Frank and run fingers over the man's exposed skin. He'd almost forgotten what he looked like unscarred.
"Smooth as a babies arse, aren't you?" Jack laughed and pulled Frank close again, using one hand to work at pulling his own shirt away. This trick was not working very well.