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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 0:56:49 GMT -5
She would nurse this one for a while, just to have something to do while she talked to him. If anyone needed to be cut off it was Birdy. She had apparently moved on from Dawson to harrass Sterling. She was getting a little loud Bronwen wasn't entirely certain that was all english anymore.
She followed J.L.'s eyes to where he was looking. Apparently Cullen was having a good night too. After a moment or two her head moved to rest on her hand again, watching her teammate while he wasn't looking. He really was attractive. She could definitely appreciate that. Plus he sort of had that sexy badboy thing that girls pretended they didn't like after graduating from highschool. Her tipsy smile stayed in place as her eyes remained locked on his face.
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 1:10:33 GMT -5
His wasn't going to last forever. Once his buzz started to die he'd get another drink. In fact, he might just have to get another one or two and push himself over the edge. He wasn't sure yet.
Eyes drifting over his teammates, he wondered vaguely what they were all thinking. Were they worried about anything? It was just a thought. Not that he was worried. But there was a lot to worry about. Tests, friends, games. It was all very stressful if you let it become that way. He, himself, spent a good amount of time studying. Intent on getting the grades he needed to get where he wanted to. He'd pub crawl, too. But only after his work. He wanted to get out of his old life and into something entirely different. Where he decided to be.
Kim was making a bit of a ruckus over at his table, convinced Cullen was cheating. There was apparently no way that boy could win so many times. A slightly tipsy Keely was on Cullens side, though, so J.L. was sure it would be okay.
Sterling didn't seem to notice exactly how much of Birdy's speech wasn't english. It was all too slurred anyhow.
After a few more moments he turned back, ordering another double. Make that two more doubles. He wanted to push it.
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 1:20:23 GMT -5
Cullen wasn't cheating! How could he cheat?! He wasn't even completely certain how the game worked! Okay, so the bit of alcohol he'd had was making him a little more brave. He was winning and he liked it. Plus, Keely was on his side. He was telling Kim he didn't know what he was talking about but the smirk said he wasn't entirely innocent. He wasn't cheating, though, so he could go screw.
And Birdy says go to hell. She was talking just fine.
When J.L. turned back, Bronwen quirked an eyebrow at his ordering drinks.
"Are you asking to get taken advantage of?"
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 1:23:26 GMT -5
He was! He had to be! Kim was good at this game! He wasn't supposed to lose! And Keely was drinking too much firewhiskey to really know whose side she should be on! Kims!
Mhm. She was talking tres bien.
"Yes. I'm asking to get taken advantage of."
He turned his eyes over to her. A completely sober look on his face. After a second, though, he let it fall. He wasn't sober. He was extremely buzzed. And he'd decided he wanted to be drunk. Not buzzed. She was farther gone than him with less. He needed that.
"I'm just trying to catch up."
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 1:43:20 GMT -5
Worse off than him? She most certainly was not. So she had to lean on the counter to stay up. So her foot was still up against his leg where she had left it earlier. So she couldn't move her head around without getting dizzy. ...well she wasn't drunk.
She smiled, shaking her head a bit but quickly grabbing the counter to steady herself. That was... Okay. She was better.
"Well don't overdo it, sweetheart, I can't carry you."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 1:50:09 GMT -5
"I never overdo it."
He rolled his eyes, taking the shot. And a second later taking the second one. It never occurred to him just how he got when he was drunk. He didn't remember. It's not that he meant to. He just got a little...well. Mean. It wasn't intentional. It just happened.
J.L. couldn't really help it at all. Sometimes he wasn't really a nice person sober. He tried. But sometimes....Sometimes he got in a mood. And afterwards he hated himself for it. He didn't want to be like them. And he didn't want to think about it.
"I can carry myself."
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 1:56:08 GMT -5
Bronwen had no idea what J.L. was like when he was really drunk. She had been around him tipsy a few times but never relaly over the edge. This was just what they did. They talked, they flirted, they went on with their lives. He had never gotten really mean at her before...
Unawair anything might be on its way, she rolled her eyes, sipping at her drink.
"Uh huh. If you pass out on the floor I'm leaving you there."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 2:00:54 GMT -5
It was what they did. He enjoyed speaking with her. The occasional time when she tried to pretend she could drink as much as him. Everything. Then they went back to life. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Generally he didn't care much to get drunk in front of people he knew. That was the joy of pub crawling. You never really stayed at the same one twice. Not in a row, anyhow.
He wouldn't get too drunk. Just enough to be annoying to anyone sober. Bronwen probably wouldn't even notice any difference. Just him being a little more sarcastic. It happened.
"I don't pass out. I black out, but I don't pass out."
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 2:17:04 GMT -5
Bronwen didn't do anything spectacular when she was drunk. She didn't even get slutty or anything. Well, not unless she started off the night hitting on a guy. Hm. J.L. should be careful.
She probably wouldn't notice he was getting annoying. If anything she would just roll her eyes and wave him off.
"Well, when you black out and do something stupid don't come crying to me when you..."
She frowned, trying to keep her train of thought. It wasn't clicking anymore.
"When you do something you don't... remember..."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 2:22:18 GMT -5
"Of course. I'll cry to Kim."
He nodded. J.L. didn't remember the last time he'd cried. It was a long long time ago. He'd learned to keep those things inside from his sister. Needless to say, if he cried because he was hurt she would make it worse. It wasn't worth it. He'd learned to keep those things in.
"I'll - oh. Shit."
The shot glass he'd been holding slipped out of his hand and shattered on the table. Apparently his reaction time had slowed. Good to know. He brought his hand down to pick up the pieces, one slicing through the flesh on his finger. But he kept on picking up pieces.
Yeah, he felt it. But it went right along with tears. If he showed that, he'd get it again. So he learned when he was little to keep it in.
"Well that sucks."
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 2:27:48 GMT -5
The glass slipped and Bronwen jumped at the shattering. It seemed everyone nearby noticed too, but J.L. didn't seem to care. She frowned, reaching forward as best she could to try and pull his hands away from the glass.
"J.L. ...you're bleeding. Stop."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 2:33:19 GMT -5
"It's fine."
He shook his head a bit, not too hard, and continued to pick up the glass. True, he could have used magick. But he didn't really remember that right now. Plus he'd have to pull his wand out, and his hands were already there. They were already out and busy. And it wasn't too bad. They didn't really hurt. The alcohol was doing a good job numbing.
"It's fine."
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 2:34:39 GMT -5
She frowned, finally getting ahold of a hand and pulling it closer. She looked up, looking for someone behind the counter.
"Mr. West?"
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 2:38:24 GMT -5
"Bronwen, it's fine." He frowned, trying to pull his hand away as Mr. West made his way back to them. A very firm from set on his face. Letting a sigh out, he used his wand to clear up the glass. And the bit of blood he'd gotten on the counter.
"I'm fine." J.L. frowned at him, trying to keep his hands to himself. He didn't need magick to fix his hands. They were fine. He was fine. He didn't see what the big deal was. Apparently Mr. West disagreed. He reached over the counter, grabbing J.L.'s hands and bringing them back to he could fix the wounds.
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 28, 2009 2:43:26 GMT -5
She didn't let go of him until Mr. West came back. His tugging had thrown off her balance a bit but she grabbed the counter again. She was fine.
She didn't care what he said about how much he'd had to drink.
"I think he's done, Mr. West."
Wouldn't it have been nice if she could have said that without slurring a bit?
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