Saturday- Dwight's Apartment Above Fix&Clean Shop

[alwaysonguard]

It was early and Dwight was already not having a good day. Not by a long shot. It was not even dark yet, and he was drinking. Not a good sign at all…. (OOC: Yeah, moody post- can’t really blame Dwight though, it’s the first big in-character story line event for him here on Fandom.)


Since arriving in Fandom, he had done his damned hardest to distract himself and stay busy. He didn’t want to think about the quickly approaching date, and he had done a pretty good job for the most part… until the past week. With the date looming large on the horizon, it was getting harder and harder to ignore and pretend that it wasn’t pressing down on him with suffocating force.


Wednesday had been rough, Thursday he barely made it through, and Friday had been nearly unbearable. Dwight had closed up the shop early as soon as he finished sanding down the current set of shelves he had been working on. Work had barely been distracting him from the approaching date and what all it would bring, and without work to keep him busy, his mind was quickly spiraling out into the very place he had been trying so hard to stay away from.




So, Dwight had spent most of Friday night drinking, unable to sleep without the nightmares waking him. He knew it was going to be hard facing the one-year anniversary of his daughter’s death, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite this crippling. The anger. The bitterness. The guilt. The self-loathing. The memories. The regrets. The fear. There was no escaping it. No matter what he did, she was there in his mind, he heard her voice and saw her everywhere he looked. And he wasn’t coping with it very well at all. Too many memories, too much pain, too much to deal with. There was no running from it any longer, and Dwight wasn’t sure how else to get through it...


So, it was that today, the one-year anniversary of his daughter’s death, Dwight was coping the best way he knew how- by getting drunk. The small fridge in the apartment was filled with several 6-packs of cheap beer and a bottle of whiskey was set out on the counter nearby. There might be a few water bottles in the fridge and a few frozen dinners still in the freezer... but no promise on either of those. More than a pack’s worth of empty bottles already sat on the small table in the apartment, a sign of how the night had gone for him.


(basic layout of the apartment... just for the heck of it - https://i.pinimg.com/originals/51/08/86/5108862e5bed96ecf81fcd651c343b76.png )

(A good friend of mine and fellow Haven fan has some great notes on the backstory of what happened with Dwight and Lizzie and their Trouble. You can find it here if you want and find out a little more of how Dwight ended up in Haven and what happened the day his daughter died and what he went through before ending up on the island. https://cookiedoughmeagain.tumblr.com/search/webisodes )



(OOC: If you have interacted with Dwight during his short time here and have gotten to know him then assume he has extended an open invitation to you to come hang out any weekend… He may be a little too drunk to remember at first but he’s not going to turn anyone away either LOL. This is definitely open to whoever and whenever- slow play is absolutely fine and this can go as long as it goes- no issues on this end! Shop is locked up but the stairs to the apartment are out back and not hard at all to find- again he’s probably mentioned it to anyone he’s invited over. He’ll appreciate company---- though he might bristle a little at first.)

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[my_own_advocate]

Did Lucifer have any inclination to take Dwight up on 'come hang out any weekend'? Don't be ridiculous. Why on Earth would he do that?

However, he had a mission this week, and he needed advice. And there wasn't anyone he could think of who would have more of a valuable insider perspective than the big oafish affable lunk.

So here he was on Dwight's doorstep with a notepad and a pen, pounding on the door.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight had been sitting at the table, lost in a tangled mess of memories, an open photo album sitting nearby.

A sudden pounding on the door broke through his daze like a slap to the face. Glaring at the door he ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away. Of course, Dwight could not be so lucky and the pounding only intensified, echoing in his head louder with each bang.

Opening the door Dwight was about to say something but stopped short when he saw who it was pounding on his door.

"Lucifer? What are you doing here?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm trying to conceive of the perfect payback plan for a man who shot me recently," Lucifer informed him, "And I thought your insights might be valuable."

Did the lumberjack look hungover or drunk? And did it really matter?

[alwaysonguard]

"Because I'm the bullet magnet, right? Of course, perfect Lucifer logic..." Dwight said with a slight groan as he stepped back and held the door open.

Not like he would be able to derail Lucifer's train of thought and get him to come back later.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blinked. "No, because you're an unoffensive, affable loser who likely owns multiple pairs of jeans," he said, "and I need to channel that mindset."

He did step inside, though.

[alwaysonguard]

"Riiight..." Dwight said, rubbing the bridge of his nose slightly. "What exactly is it you are wanting from me?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Right, so let's start with the easy questions," Lucifer said. "What is the worst thing someone could possibly do to you? Is it snakes? I've considered buying a snake."

[alwaysonguard]

"What?" Dwight asked blinking in disbelief. "Why are you even asking me this?"

And why... for the love of all that was good... was he being so loud? It was making Dwight's head pound.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up at him, eyebrows raised. "I told you," he pointed out. "A do-gooding lunk of a man named Daniel Espinoza shot me, and he deserves to be punished for it, so I am collecting ideas."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight felt like saying any number of things... snakes, rats, shooting him back... but he knew better than to give Lucifer any ideas like those.

"I know he shot you... trust me I know how that feels" Dwight said with a slight grimace. "But you're alive, so no harm done. Have you tried something a little less... violent? Like talking to him?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, that's the exact kind of baseless optimism and naive faith in his fellow man that Daniel would espouse," Lucifer said, nodding. "How can I make that work for me? I mean, in punishing him, obviously."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight had a feeling he would regret this later but... his mind was already a bit fuzzy and perhaps not as clear as he would have liked.

"Look, if he's that optimistic and gullible... go for the classic interrogator approach. Use his 'naivety' as you put it. And get what you want out of him. Flattery, perceived comradery, feigned forgiveness."

Dwight looked at Lucifer with a slightly smug grin. "Sure you are pretty good at that kind of thing."

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't lie, if that's what you're implying," Lucifer said, but he was looking down at the paper and scribbling furious notes. "But I do like the rest of the cut of your jib."

[what_the_shock]

Since last week's Drunk and Bored had been a bust, Miguel decided to just drop by Dwight's after work. He brought some craft beer with him, showed up, and knocked.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight got up from where he had been sitting and staggered to the door. He blinked in surprise when he saw it was Miguel.

"Oh hey, Miguel. Good to see ya..." he said, clearing his throat slightly. "What bring you here?"

[what_the_shock]

Huh. Someone had already been drinking.

Miguel shrugged nonchalantly. "Bringing Drunk and Bored to you this week." He held up the beer. "You ready?"

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight chuckled dryly. "Join the party" he said as he held the door open. "Sorry, place is bit of a mess."

Closing the door behind them, he followed Miguel to the table, trying his damndest to not make it too obvious how unsteady he was actually feeling.

[what_the_shock]

"I've lived with worse," Miguel said with a shrug. He sat and opened a beer. "You started early?" He wasn't judging, just trying to figure out what he'd walked in to.

[alwaysonguard]

Oh if you only knew, you just hadn't seen the empty cans piled up on the counter yet.

"Could say that" Dwight muttered as he pushed everything down to one end of the table, clearing room for Miguel to sit,

"Thanks for stopping by. How you been doing since we last spoke?"

[what_the_shock]

"Pretty much the same. You?" Miguel asked.

[alwaysonguard]

"Oh fine... all's good..." Dwight said his voice trailing off, not even able to believe himself. He went quiet for a moment as he bent down and picked up one of the photos that had fallen from the table and looked at it. "And if you believe that lie, you are even drunker than I am" he said with a heavy sigh.

[what_the_shock]

"Can't get drunk," Miguel answered. He glanced over the photos and winced. "Want to talk about it? Or talk about her? Or just sit and drink?"

[alwaysonguard]

"That's my daughter, Lizzie" he said simply putting the photo down on the table and grabbing the beer he had been drinking. "She died a year ago today" Dwight said taking another drink. "And... like the idiot I am, I thought I was prepared for it."

[what_the_shock]

"How can you prepare for something like that?" Miguel asked. "Other than having enough alcohol."

[alwaysonguard]

"That's was my line of thinking" Dwight said with a slight chuckle. "Though I think I under-estimated the amount of alcohol it would take."