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[i][u]Location: Jelena House. [/u] 
[u]Interacting With:[/u] A rifle, a horse, and a pint of whiskey. [/i][/center]
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Everett didn't say much other than telling Nina and Petyr to help themselves to anything they needed. He quietly snuck out the backdoor, asking Dags to stay with Nina. It was a little more than alarming just how much Dags liked Nina.  It did mean however, that Everett could be alone. Not having to babysit Nina and her brother while keeping them both safe. 


Everett changed clothes, making sure to grab his old beat up hat. He slipped out the back door and headed for the cellar. He grabbed a few things that needed tending to and took them to the barn. It was still set up for Nina and what he had planned for her. Given the days events he didn't think it was gonna happen. 

The barn was a place he spent a good deal of time in. At one point he had given thought to moving in there full time. Go so far as make a makeshift bedroom in it. There was always something to do in there. Even if it was just shoveling horse shit. The smell in the barn reminded him he needed to do that. 

Hard work dispelled worry or so his mother always said. He sat the items down in a corner and to work cleaning. It took an hour or two but he got it done. When he was done he went back to doing what he had intended to do. 

He climbed the steps to the second level. His items in tow, he laid them on a table that sat not far off from a window. Everett did something he knew he shouldn't do but did it any way. Everett went to his makeshift bedroom and pulled a pint of whiskey. Sitting on the table, he pulled out his cell phone. 

Everett hit the play button, playing some traditional country music. Taking a small drink from his pint, Everett went to work on his preferred task. 

Singing along to the music, Everett started cleaning the items he picked up from the cellar. Those items were his guns, his favorite, most used guns. As he started cleaning, Everett couldn't help look at the bottle. He wanted little more than to turn the bottle up and drain it right there. 

He wanted to so badly. It'd be a fair response to the events from earlier today and had he been alone, just him and Dags, he would have done it. He might have if it was just Nina, but her brother was there and it was pretty easy to tell that he didn't trust Everett. Everett didn't know why that was or what he had done to give her brother pause but it was there. 

There was talk coming between them, Everett and Petyr. Most likely not that different than the one between Everett and their father. Still that wasn't something to worry about right now. 

Everett looked out of the window, the trees caught his eyes. They called in way, one that almost made it okay to leave the two in the house. He could leave right now, drink his bottle and forget all about what was going on in this town. If today wasn't bad enough he couldn't engage in his coping habits. Running off in the woods to get drunk was far from healthy but it's how he'd dealt with things. 

A tear fell from his eye. Rachel had remained him of his parents death, no matter how hard he'd tried to push it from his mind. He pulled a chair to the table and sat there. Blankly staring out the window. Right or wrong, in his head he was alone now. His family was gone, dead and rotting in a grave. Aunt Lou would be getting a plane ticket to Nashville, Tennessee. 

Nina for all the good she could do was fighting her own demons. Talking to her about this was the definition of unfair in his mind. How could he even start to tell her about all this? 

With another drink Everett pushed himself towards the window. His 458. SOCOM in his lap and his feet propped up on the window seal. The breeze was calming, it almost made him smile. He put his hat on and started cleaning his weapon, quietly singing to himself. Anything to get his thoughts on a new subject. This mood and his thoughts would pass in a little while, but right now being alone with a little buzz was the best medicine for his ailing mind.

He wondered if anyone was gonna show up to the party now. He'd be fine and sober by then, it was still more than a few hours away.