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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 24, 2007 22:07:18 GMT -5
"Oooooooh," Loreta rolled her eyes. It was a challenge from the male. How very typical. She shrugged and order two more beers, the waiter giving her a look of terror. She shrugged it off along with what ever sane sober part she had. In under four minutes she had downed two more drinks along with her original. She was now successfully on her sixth drink.
She smacked down the wooziness. If she could withstand pain she could withstand dizziness. With a straight face she looked over to the equine and said, "Almost there, Sir Drunkard in training."
The bird was very good at balancing, thankfully, otherwise she would have fallen over because of the shock to her system. She had to get better at this drinking thing somehow, because she really couldn't feel the pain anymore. Maybe she should do this more often?
She sipped her next beer, the lingering taste returning. Or maybe she should stop drinking something that tasted like piss. "Chugging these awful things should be a sport. Mead would be much easier to stomach."
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Post by seraaches on Oct 24, 2007 22:43:16 GMT -5
Watching her down –two- mugs of the disgusting, low-end beer was just plain funny. He was actually more surprised that she’d done it. She seemed the almost level-headed type… Okay, perhaps not. She seemed like she would know better; and then just go ahead and do it anyway. He gave a low snort of laughter. All right, so he had no real reason to be surprised, though, having tasted the disgusting drink, she should have known better. Actually, he glanced down at his glass and the low level of liquid remaining, -he- should know better too. He drained it. Six. Another was set before him and he again prevented his used glasses from being cleared away.
”But this is the cheapest swill on the menu,” he argued mildly. ”Forget the world for little cost and lose all desire to taste anything ever again. A two for one deal.” He flicked a mischievous glance at her. ”Seven.” Blast it, he was too smart to get into a drinking contest with this bird.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 24, 2007 22:57:01 GMT -5
"But you can forget your pain quicker with stronger liquor," she retorted. She downed her sixth horrible beer, and grabbed two more simply to out do him. She wasn't going to lose until she passed out on the floor!
On the bright side she knew she had plenty of money available for this devious plan. After all this beer was dirt cheap (of course it tasted it, but she would ignore that for now.) She drained one of the glasses that was in front of her. Six. One more and they would be tied.
Her stomach and body protested as she lifted the alcohol up to her beak. She tilted her head back and gulped the liquid that sloshed forward. The bird slammed the glass down, glaring at the equine. "Like hell I'm lettin' you win!" Oh hell! Soon she would be hiccuping and hemming and hawing. All would be right in the world as long as she didn't get too drunk! As long as she was able to see she would be fine.
Then again as she chugged that next beer she lost feeling in her head. If she was going to crash and burn she was taking the equine with her.
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Post by seraaches on Oct 24, 2007 23:20:51 GMT -5
Shinrai gave a low curse under his breath as the black heron drained another glass. He met the challenge, finishing his seventh as she downed her sixth. The world threatened to sway beneath him, a warning at drinking so many so quickly. It was better to ease them into his system. Of course, if he felt like tumbling over, how bad was the bird? Or… wotever her name was. He might have finished more alcohol, but he’d been drinking them steadily over the span of a few hours. She’d only been here a few minutes. Or.. an hour. Something. How long has the bird been here beside him?
The bartender seemed to realize wot was going on between the two of them and Rai noticed a bouncer inching towards them, keeping a close eye as he also watched the rest of the bar. However, their server didn’t seem in the least bit inclined to stop their drinking. They were on the low-end of the menu, but they were also imbibing quite a bit.
”You also pass out quicker,” Rai replied, wondering why this kept happened when females got near. Really, it appeared to be whenever anyone interacted with him in a bar. He’d been in here quite a few nights looking for information, but thus far it was only when people really started to talk with him that he suddenly ended up drinking a great deal. ”Too bad you can’t keep up with me.” The horse started on his eighth. Too many drinks.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 24, 2007 23:41:48 GMT -5
"Psh! We're all gonna pass out sometime!" She said waving a wing. Oh lord that was a fast decline! She had to pull herself together before she did pass out on the floor. This much alcohol had never been in her system before, it was a miracle that she wasn't on the floor coughing up her innards.
She swallowed hard at the thought. If it was one thing she couldn't stand it was throwing up. It never lead to pretty memories. Loreta would avoid it as much as she could.
The heron watched as the man downed another drink. Oh, damn. What number was she on? Seven? Eight? Nine? She couldn't remember for the life of her. All right that was it, she was tired of drinking piss water. She wanted something that would burn on it's way down.
She slammed her wing down and shouted for vodka. She watched as the barkeep simply poured the liquid into a shot glass and slide it down to her. Her smirk widened as she looked to the equine, "Bottom's up, Equine!"
Loreta tilted her head back, letting the liquid slide down her throat, burning all the way down. She savored the painful feeling as the glass slowly returned to the table. The bird was far woozier than she should have been. She still had enough coherency left to eye the horse through her feathers. She had to see his face before she stumbled out of the bar.
((OOC: XD I am pretty sure she's going to need to be carried. She's probably going to be on the floor in the next post trying quite hard not to throw up. ))
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Post by seraaches on Oct 27, 2007 5:01:53 GMT -5
(( i -really- thought i replied to this one... oO;;; ))
”Perhaps you’re destined to pass out,” Shinrai retorted as he turned to the bartender and mouthed ‘Water’. He wasn’t getting a hangover this time. The bartender fulfilled the horse’s request with the same easy going expression with which he’d served all of the other drinks. It didn’t seem to bother the other man to hand over water rather than alcohol, but he seemed to follow the horse’s train of thought and soon a plate of bread followed the glass of water. Rai nodded his thanks and was swiftly distracted by the bird tossing back a vodka like it was the water in front of him.
The horse gave a surprised snort of laughter. Whoever this female was, she had moxi. And just might be a light-weight if her expression was any indication. That would be unfortunate because he was often burdened with a terrible sense of responsibility and he had no idea who she was or where she lived. And if she passed out, he wouldn’t be able to convince himself to just leave her here. His ears flicked backwards. He needed to start looking for information outside of bars.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 27, 2007 13:28:12 GMT -5
In the few moments of sobriety that she had left, she smirked. Oh, why she had done this she had no real clue, but she wasn't going to regret it until the morning. As long as her headache was gone, she would be in a rare good mood.
She watched the equine eat some bread and water to prevent that graceful morning after hangover. It probably wasn't going to work. It was far too late as far as she was concerned.
"Y' know, if you were planin' ta get somethin done... I ruined it for y'. Sorry, Mister." Loreta had no idea why she decided to apologize. It just came out... and she never apologized to anyone!
"But y' should know better," she snorted as she found that angry bit of her again. Oh, she would never let that go, even if she was drunk. At least she knew the night wouldn't end in passionate sex that way. If she was bitchy enough she could repel all men an women who had any interest in her.... not like there were any to be had. But they were repelled all the same.
She wobbled in her seat. Uh-oh. She was going down.
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Post by koala on Oct 27, 2007 13:42:00 GMT -5
 The red heron only half listened to the bar patrons at the next table. It sounded like they were having a drinking contest, though he wasn't paying attention to the score. He would have been lost in his own thoughts, but as of yesterday morning, he didn't have much to go on. He had woken up in a field of flowers ( asters, he had thought) with no recollection of how he had gotten there or who he even was. He had no memories of his life or relations. He was a blank slate. As such, he had no debts to be concerned about; no sick family members to care for. Essentially, no worries. Except his lack of identity. And he had worn that topic out for the time being. So now, he was in this bar, nursing a water (he also had no money) and listening to other people's woes. Or half listening. Whichever. Still, the bird couldn't help but feel eyes on him wherever he went. He supposed he was only suspicious because he expected someone he didn't recognize to know him. Would they wish to harm him? Who could say? He wasn't sure what kind of person he had been. Maybe he was a fugitive or a criminal. But even that thought didn't hold his attention for long. He felt like a sleepwalker, unable to focus on any one thing. ((hope this is ok!)) |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 27, 2007 13:55:41 GMT -5
(( *cackles* <3 it's a-okay! ))
The heron had leaned back grasping the bar stole with her one leg. Loreta tilted her head curiously as she caught site of someone from the Forest... what was someone from that snotish stuck up place doing in a bar? Was he an outcast... or something?
"Hey you there!" Loreta shouted as she pointed with one of her wings at him, nearly losing her balance. Tonight was not her night for coherency. She held back the horrible feeling that was welling up from the bottom of her stomach, and continued to speak. "Y're that messangar.... from the forest or something! Get over here and drink with us. You look like you need it more than me."
What the hell was this all of a sudden? She didn't even know anyone's name and she was inviting them to drink together. Misery loves company or some such nonsense.
She leaned forward, setting her head on the table. "Sorry again horse, for making you miserable more-so."
It was amazing that that come out completely coherent. And again she apologized. Damn it all to hell.
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Post by seraaches on Oct 27, 2007 21:25:52 GMT -5
The stallion had leaned sideways abruptly, steadying his wobbling drinking partner. But she seemed fairly able to keep herself up as she swung suddenly back forward towards the bar again. Gads, with her swaying, she was going to crack her face into something and get a black eye. At least, came the sardonic thought, no one would really be able to tell.
Shinrai couldn’t help a second snort of surprise as the black heron started harassing a red heron. Oh, for the love of—. Why couldn’t normal people bother him in bars? His ears twisted backwards, towards whoever the female was haranguing, and finally he turned his head to glance over as well. Yes, a Forest resident who didn’t seem to be completely coherent. The horse wondered how many drinks this bird had, but grey-green eyes only saw a water glass on the table. He hoped his female ‘companion’ hadn’t just chosen a druggie to be their new ‘friend’.
He turned his head back towards the bartender and debated beating his head against the polished wood. Wot had she just gotten them into?
(( Welcome aboard, koalove! Maybe we can angle this RP and force everyone back to Rai’s place. xD; ))
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