Drunk and Disorderly

Rob pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're really note helping y'know." he laughed, pushing some of his hair out of his eyes. He'd need to get it cut again. Perhaps he'd just keep it long or spend a bizarre amount of time as a dog. He didn't really know if Gibbs was a dog person though... or if he was an animal person at all. "Jen likes to see how far she can push things and to be honest she hates the fact that I've 'gone to the dogs' so to speak." Rob smiled a little at the pun and shook his head. "In a bizarre way though she is actually proud of me because I was man enough to use that curse. She is a lot more frivolous with it but she's a mercenary, y'know? She goes to the highest bidder and will do whatever it takes to get there."

"Alright, your getting wasted..." he sighed. He then smacked the back of his head. "You know what you need to do!" he said bluntly. He picked up the bottle of brandy and finished it in a gulp. "If you don't I'll smack you so hard your grandchildren will feel it!" he said chuckling to himself

"That's the idea." Rob said sarcastically. "Besides, it's not as if I'm going to have any grandchildren that I know of. Unless I have another failure of a wedding or an old flame dumps a child on my doorstep. That could be slightly problematic." he said the last bit thoughtfully. It was intriguing how much drunks thought about the obvious things that those who were sober missed so easily.

"Rob, you go back to that house and you talk to Khaat!" he said loudly. "If you don't I'll give you brain damage!" he said raising his hand threateningly. He then grabbed another bottle and downed it, he still wasn't even close to getting drunk. "Come on, I'll take you home..." he said getting Robert up.

"Noooo..." Rob slurred, blindly reaching out for the bottle of Firewhisky. "Stayy.. havvve funn!" He couldn't even think straight which made a lot of sense. Thoughts were muddling into each other and nothing seemed to add up. Khaat and a baby? His baby, his little girl. Yeah, he could remember that. A little girl in a white summer dress that had pretty flower designs on it and golden hair cascading down her back because of his adamant refusal to let Khaat cut it. Bizarre. Where these thoughts coming from? "Thattsss whatt you gottaa do! Youu gottaa drink!" Rob made a swipe for the Firewhisky again and this time grabbed the bottle off of the bar. He hugged it to his chest and closed his eyes. He just wanted to sleep. If he went to sleep then he'd wake up and this would all be a bad dream. He'd wake up in bed and find Khaat beside him. Bad dream, bad dream, bad dream.

Gibbs side and grabbed the scruff of Robs collar. He would drag him by his collar out of the bar. He pulled Rob of the stool and out the door, "Keep the change!" he said to the bartender. He picked Rob up and smacked the back of his head. This was his little brother? "You straighten up! And drink this!" he said waving his wand making a yellow liquid in a glass appear. "Once you drink it you become completely sober!" he said shoving it into his hands. "You go see Khaat and you apologize!" he said. "Otherwise I'll smack you so hard you'll be in a coma for years!" he said.

Rob blinked and drank down the liquid. It tasted foul but did the trick. He understood now why he preferred his father-in-law's way of sobering him up and/or curing hangovers. He blinked a few times and ran his hand through his hair. He was being an idiot and more of a prick he made Khaat's father to be. The man was what he was but Rob was stubborn and a right foul git when it came down to truly assessing his personality. He was ruled by fear and using alcohol to drown away his problems wasn't worth it. Drugs didn't work either, that just wasn't worth the time and energy. "I need to go for a walk." Rob mumbled. "I need to think things through. This was a waste of money." he threw the remaining few galleons he had on him, down the drain in between two cobblestones.

He wasn't sure what it signified but whatever it was didn't seem so important to him. Only Khaat was... and his daughter. But would they take him back? Probably not. He sighed and started to walk up the road. He'd sleep out in the open tonight, maybe in a bloody field somewhere. He didn't need the home comforts seeing as he'd done nothing to deserve them. He'd find a nice box to sit in or a porch to sleep under for the night. It didn't matter to him where he ended up at all. He just needed some time to think. He'd pull himself together eventually, he just needed time and drinking himself into the gutter wasn't how he was going to sort it out.

"Robert, I know what your thinking..." he sighed as he watched the money go to wasted. "But you have to take care of yourself!" he said keeping up with him. "Now listen, you're staying at my place even if I have to stun you to take you there." he said loudly and more in command. "Your not going to drink yourself to death! You need to take care of yourself!" he said angrily. "I'm not going to stand back and watch my new little brother drink himself to death right when I met him!!" he said loudly and getting angry. "So! You either stay with me or you go and F*cking apologize to Khaat!" he said pulling out his wand. "And do not test me!" he said smoothly and cooly.

"I'm not going to drink myself to death." Rob said wearily. "That was a waste of time. Plus, I'm not going all the way to the bank just to take out money that I'm going to squander. It's not worth it. Gibbs, I will survive. Its how we're all designed our family. Merlin wants us all to suffer in one way or another. I can't apologize to Khaat. Even if I wanted to I don't even know what for now. None of it is making sense. It's all jumbled together and stuff is mixed up with things that aren't even real. I've got to sort this out. I've got to make sense of it all in my mind. To be honest I'd rather sleep in an alleyway for the night but it seems that isn't one of my options." Rob ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "If you promise not to hex me then I'll stay at yours. Someone should go and sort out Jen as well. She's probably knocking back the red wine right now."

Gibbs slapped his hand to his forhead...."Her too? Whats she got to worry about?" he asked angrily. "Alright fine, you go to my house right now outside of blackpool!" he said. "Feel free to open the liquor cabinet, just don't forget to take the yellow stuff. It helps your liver!" he said. "I'll go sort out my sister..." he said. He smacked the back of his head and began, then he turned around. "Ummm...where would she be?" he said.