Drunk and Disorderly

"The Hogs Head, mate." Rob shrugged. "It's her favourite place to be because she can rake in the cash via the poker game that's been going on since the day the place was built. Everytime someone dies or leaves the table another person replaces them. She's got a permenant seat there which she got after sweet-talking the new landlord. She probably won't be playing tonight though. She feels guilty because she's the one that implied I wasn't exactly faithful to Khaat. I don't blame Jen but she's not exactly the strongest person in the world when it comes to dealing with emotions. I'll be on my way, then. Blackpool's quite nice."

Gibbs sighed and turned his back to him, "Just don't burn my house down!" he said apparating to the hogs head. He never knew the first time he'd see his family he'd be having to cheer them up. That was the one thing he wasn't the best at too. When he got to the Hogs head he entered and spotted Jenifer sitting at a table just staring at her mug. He walked over and took a seat in front of her, he smiled. "Oh come one, wheres that smile of yours?" he said.

Jen looked up and saw Gibbs sitting across from her. She smiled a little at her brother and shrugged. She had no idea who told him that she was there but she was glad that he was. She’d gone to find Khaat earlier in the evening but she wasn’t at home, she wasn’t at work, she wasn’t anywhere. Jen would have been lying if she said she didn’t care because she did. She was worried about Khaat and her niece and she was worried about Robert above all of it. She knew he was in pieces and had probably already decided that drinking himself into the gutter would be no use this time; not again. There were only so many times that you could hide away with drink.

She’d taken the different approach and gone to a Fish and Chip shop. She’d nearly bought out the whole stock but she guessed it was worth it. There were still pieces of fish, fishcakes, sausages and loads of chips wrapped up in various rolls of paper. Jen leaned down and took the paper labelled ‘Chips’ and unravelled it. She wasn’t impressed with how they stuck together but they tasted good. Jen ripped a small sachet of tomato sauce open and squirted some of it in one corner of the mountain of fried potatoes or whatever they were. What did people do to chips anyway? She was pretty sure they were fried. Jen pushed the paper into the middle of the table and smiled a little again.

“My dad always said that the best comfort food when upset was a take-away. He favoured Fish and Chips. Kind of corny but I was hungry.” She laughed and broke a longish, chip in half to get some air to it. They were hot and had gotten a lot hotter in the bag but the taste wasn’t going to change. It would still be fluffy and ... potato-ish. “How’s Rob?”

Gibbs grabbed one of the potatoe wedges and sighed. "Robs..okay...if my house hasn't burned down by now.." he said. "If it has hes probably dead..." he sad biting the wedge. "Now why are you all worked up?" he asked. "I don't think you have any reason to be sad?" he said.

Jen split the chip again and dunked it in the tomato sauce. She popped the smothered chip into her mouth and shook her head. She didn't really know how to explain it. She felt guilty more than anything. She didn't actually care but she felt partly responsible. So in a sense, she did care but wasn't ready to admit it. "I was shooting my mouth off and getting Khaat riled up. She thought Rob and I were both talking gibberish and what I decided to say made it much worse. When god was handing out skills, I'm afraid I didn't get tact. I didn't mean it, though. I-I was joking." she sighed and broke another chip in half. She'd given up on her bottle of wine. There was no point to it. She figured she'd take it home later and put it in the fridge for the cleaner to have the next morning.