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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 17:27:27 GMT -5
Seth gave Peaches a wide grin as she downed the entire glass in one go, his eyebrows quirking with surprise as he took a long, but more relaxed sip of his fruity drink. The bitter tang of alcohol made it through even the sweetness of the drink, however, and his lip curled slightly as he swallowed. If he kept this up, he'd be royally fucked up before the night was through. "Burns, doesn't it? It's the cinnamon, nothing to worry about. If you ever visit the Glacier, bring some of that with you. It'll make the cold feel like nothing.[/b]"
He offered her his own glass. Though the alcohol content was higher, it was still a cold drink and might do something to soothe the burning in her throat.
"Depends. How drunk do you think you need to be?[/b]" he asked, chuckling as he waved a second round of drinks to them. He could feel a haze already spreading its way across his vision, dulling the world around him. He could also feel himself struggling to hold back a giggle. "Tipsy to start is good, yeah, and then drunk is too. Because it doesn't hurt quite as bad when you get punched. But we'll see if we can avoid that, yeah?[/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 29, 2008 19:58:35 GMT -5
"Won't take much to knock me out, I'm a light weight," she said as she absently rubbed at he throat with her coat sleeve. Dear god it really hurt. She used her heart ability to make it go numb instead of taking Seth's drink. "I've never been good with alcohol. I get pretty damn moody when I'm drunk. Not really responsible I guess."
Wow, she was starting to feel it. Too bad she never got that Heart immunity thing. Well, not really. She enjoyed sticking to the ceiling once a week. It was pretty damn amusing.
"Heh. As long as they don't break my nose I'll be fine with the pain." She smirked down at the second drink. She'd hold off a bit before she started again. When twenty minutes enough all the damage she did to her body would catch up with her. Assuming she wasn't wasted by then.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 20:19:29 GMT -5
Seth shrugged as he finished his drink off, his mouth relaxing into a wide and easy smile as he picked up the second drink. At this rate, it wouldn't be long until he was almost desperate for a fight to start. He just couldn't sit still for long once he'd gotten drunk. "You're lucky. It costs me an arm and a leg to get really drunk. I'd love to be a lightweight again,[/b]" Already, he found himself looking around the bar, sizing up the people that were inside. He had no idea what the woman's rank was, but with her impressive wall-walking ability he was relatively sure she must be at least a 10, maybe even higher. He had been surprised before, but even so, he was feeling confident that they were the highest rank of anyone in the bar. "That's the fun of it, though. Fights without inhibitions are so much more entertaining.[/b]"
His grin was slowly turning into a smirk as his eyes fell on a Morganberry deer who seemed to be getting rather agitated as a conversation between him and the cat sitting across from him at the table grew heated. They wouldn't have to work hard at all to get a good brawl started.
Seth turned to face Peaches, an eyebrow raising as he sipped at his drink. "Heh, that's a lucky talent. My nose is pretty sensitive too, of course.[/b]" he found himself wondering what suit she was, but shrugged it off. That wasn't all that important, and in all honesty, he probably didn't want to know. "But check out that deer behind me. Shouldn't take much to get him going, I don't think.[/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 29, 2008 20:28:23 GMT -5
Peaches rolled her eyes at the light weight comment. She would probably be one her entire life. By the time she finished her second drink she would probably be the step above tipsy, whatever it was. She waved a sleeve dismissively and took a bit more of the drink.
Her eyebrow perked at the Morganberry deer comment. Oh how she hated one in particular who probably didn't even know she existed. The woman glanced behind her, a wicked smirk slipping across her face. She had a terribly naughty idea as soon as she saw the cat.
Setting down her drink she gave Seth a look. Starting a fight was easy when you were the only woman in a bar. It also helped that she was wearing a short skirt. Without so much as a warning she slipped onto the feline's lap with the joys of feline grace.
And then she did what anyone else in her position would do. Feel him up.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 20:44:00 GMT -5
Seth watched Peaches with no small amount of curiosity. He knew what she was planning to do, but wondered how, exactly, she was planning on accomplishing it. He tipped his glass up, letting the last little bit of liquid drain into his mouth, not wanting to risk taking his eyes away for too long.
And then he had to work to keep himself from spitting his drink out.
The deer's reaction was almost instantaneous, and he slammed his fists against the table. "Why the hell do you always get lucky, you bastard?![/b]" he yelled, sneering at the cat, who wore a stunned expression. The sound was almost loud enough to attract the attention of the entire bar, faces turning to the enraged man. Murmurs of "What the hell is his problem?" began to fill the room, and the scent of testosterone was almost overwhelming. Seth could have hugged the woman. This was perfect. All they needed now was to set them off just a little more... In all honesty, it would only take a little bit more to send him over the edge.
And so, it was with great pleasure that the bat tossed an ice cube at the back of the man's head. In his drunken state, the deer let out a roar of anger and tossed the table.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 29, 2008 20:56:07 GMT -5
Peaches couldn't help but find the entire situation hilarious. Drunken men were so much fun to play with. The table throwing however, was enough to make Peaches do her best to dart behind something.
She was trying her hardest not to giggle, as she watched the cat continue to stare at the infuriated Morganberry. Peaches smirked. Oh that was something terrible but she would do it anyway. She slid up behind the still seated feline, putting him very much between herself and the deer. "It's because he's more of a man than you could ever be. He told me you couldn't even satisfy your mother because you were such a social wuss."
The Selkie shook his head frantically.
"But it doesn't really matter what he says," Peaches continued as she unhooked her fan from her belt and swung it around once. "Your a whiny little boy and I could take you even if my straight jacket was tied."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 21:05:30 GMT -5
Oh, this was getting amazing. Seth hopped down from his stool, taking note that he wasn't the only one to move in closer, anticipating the action of what was about to come. He shoved the table to the side, clearing a space for the two men to fight, should the deer decide to go at the other's throat.
"You bitch![/b]" the deer said hoarsely, brandishing his mug at the woman and sneering at her. Who the hell did she think she was?! Just some insane Torque woman, they were all so insane anyway. "Who the hell are you to come in here and interfere?! And you! Little pussy, why won't you say things to my face?! Gonna force some random woman to tell me what you really think?![/b]" he roared at the cat, suddenly swinging his arm as if to hit them. Then Peaches began to swing her fan and he stopped, freezing in place, eyes locked onto the weapon. His mouth fell open ever so slightly, and he began to drool.
Seth began to laugh, leaning backwards and, in his intoxicated state, slamming into someone behind him. The man stumbled, then gave an irritated shout and pushed the bat forward. Things were progressing quickly now.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 29, 2008 21:19:31 GMT -5
She forgot about the fan. Not many people she worked with were under the rank of seven. She bit her lip for a moment. Before breaking out in a wicked grin.
Peaches moved forward and with all her strength she sent her boot directly into the man's chest, sending him crashing quite fantastically against someone else. There was an angry growl from one of the patrons who had been brushed up against. "It's cute when the pussy-caller can't hold his own." She sent a wink to the cat before dodging the patron who had the Morganberry draped over him.
He went directly into the Selkie feline.
The bar fight had started. Oh joy of joys! Peaches couldn't help but giggle as she dodged a punch from someone who was so drunk they shouldn't be standing. Carefully she made her way through the crowd and to her drink. Finishing it off in one shot, she hopped onto the bar counted and watched the fight unfolding.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 21:40:17 GMT -5
Seth was aware of the fact that Peaches had returned to the bar, but he decided that for now at least, his place was right in the middle of the action. He dodged a punch and dropped to the floor, grabbing onto the Selkie cat's long feathers with his teeth, dragging the man to the ground with a satisfying thud. From there, he leapt back to his feet, throwing himself bodily into the best part of the fight.
And he remained there, for quite some time, until he could feel the world spinning beneath his feet. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the punch to the temple he'd recieved, but either way, the chair beside Peaches was looking more and more promising by the minute. He turned his attention to the man that he had in his grasp, and slammed his head into the other fighter's forehead, then stumbled back a few feet.
It only took a second to pull himself away from the fight completely, dragging himself back up into his stool and giving Peaches a wide grin, nose slightly bloodied and head throbbing from the impact. It was so worth it. "Tha' was pretty good, I think.[/b]" he commented, laughing wickedly before turning to the bartender for some ice. "Tha' otter has a mean right hook, though. Watch out for 'im.[/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 29, 2008 21:51:18 GMT -5
Peaches could not stop giggling for the life of her. She was now two steps above tipsy and well on her way to being drunk. One more drink and she would probably be down for the count. The fight that was unfolding in front of her couldn't help but make her feel better about a lot of things. Mindless violence was fun to watch, and participate sometimes.
Tonight she was just getting a kick out of watching. She clapped as Seth returned bloody nose and everything. "You did a smashing job out there," she smirked and giggled again. Oh that was annoying but she really couldn't turn it off. That was the problem when she had alcohol. She couldn't turn things off.
There was a rather unceremonious crash as someone was throw down terribly close to them. She had half a mind to help but went back to paying attention to Seth. "Soooo... where do you want to go after this?"
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