He doesn't grieve well

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

There was more than one problem with Lance's death.

The biggest one being that when Julien felt...well, felt too much, it was always Lancelot he ended up finding and needling and fighting. Sometimes talking, true. But more than a few of Julien's scars came at the Jack of Clubs' hands.

He'd re-paid that favor, of course.

But now the man is dead. Or gone. Both. And there's no one suitable to vent his rage on. No one worthy. Oh, David, perhaps, if he wanted to tear the Spades to shreds. And he doesn't. Victor maybe...if the man weren't still currently a cripple. He'd even briefly considered the King of Clubs, make it into something of a tradition, and the only thing that had stopped him was his utter contempt for the man.

So instead he's hidden himself away in some un-used room in the Castle with little in the way of furnishings, save an old, threadbare couch. And a few bottles of truly terrible whiskey, of the sort that set your insides on fire as it went down. Julien tended to believe that if you were going to get drunk, it was best to do so with something that hurt.

Come find the Ace of Spades at your own risk.

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[is-to-art.livejournal.com]

Oh, no.

No.

Trust the Nine on this, Julien. Terrible whiskey - while it has its place - is hardly suitable for this sort of situation.

"You will forgive me intrusion, my Lord." His tone is mild, as always. Calm without a hint of irony or humour. "But I thought that, given the circumstances, you might prefer something --" a little less likely to rot the insides of your stomach "--more palpable."

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

Katya thought long before seeking him out. They were not friends. People like she and Julien had few friends. David was easier to work with, yet she was not David's, had never belonged to any of them. Above it all, Julien is their Ace and has received blow upon blow. She had not allowed David to mourn alone. She would do no less for Julien.

She brings her flask and another bottle for the Ace before searching the unused portions of the castle. She will find him and sit and if he is willing drink toast to a fine man who should not be gone. And if not, well, she will ensure no servant loses his head for interrupting their Ace this night.

And that no ambitious number thinks to take advantage.

"I have brought you whiskey, but I see you are ahead of me," she tells him quietly when she finds him at last.