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Post by Bee on Jan 30, 2009 19:59:21 GMT -5
She felt the sudden urge to reach over and pet her or hug her or do something creepily comforting. She restrained herself.
"I'm sure you're good to them," she said. She applauded the effort, anyway. She probably did better taking care of unwanted nieces/nephews than her own mother did taking care of her actual children. A funny thing that way, life. Helena took a gulp of her drink. She was never really good at taking it slow.
"I'm just trying to take my mind off things. The night is...really the only time I can function anymore, so..." She shrugged. It wasn't an important story to get into; no sense adding more misery to the atmosphere. "Few places are open outside of pubs and clubs. Not that I mind. Everyone needs a good party, right?" She bopped experimentally from side to side. "Fun times."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 30, 2009 23:24:25 GMT -5
"I guess...." Viola's ears twitched in contemplation. She actually would have appreciated being comforted physically. Even if Helena was almost a complete stranger. Helena. What did that name mean? She read it in that naming book a while ago.
Just trying to take her mind off things because the night was the only time she could do it? Weird. Did she have problems sleeping or something. "That's a little ironic because your name means, Moon, well.... it can mean moon. It can also mean torch but... that destroys my point."
She really was awful at this. Maybe she should order a drink? Not like she knew what was good or not. She never was one for alcohol. She wasn't willing to find out how far her poison immunity went.
"I suppose a club or bar is a good place to have fun. I haven't had fun in a really long time. I'm glad that I ran into you. It's nice of you to put up with a ditz who freaking forgot your name after forty seconds."
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Post by Bee on Feb 5, 2009 18:30:45 GMT -5
Helena nodded sympathetically. She was a little bit grateful that Viola was so awkward. It made her feel like less of an idiot. “It’s okay. It’s not really a great name. One of my namesakes also started a war that killed thousands. I mean, supposedly. Ages ago. The other was just really unlucky in love. It’s a pretty crap list.”
Really, it was like it had been some kind of horrible prophecy—most of her siblings’ names were, too, it seemed. She wondered if she too would one day lead countless scores of men to their untimely deaths. It would be an accomplishment, at least. Was she pretty enough for that, though? No, probably not. No epic battles over Helena. Just as well.
She pushed her glass toward Viola with an encouraging smile. She didn’t want anyone feeling bad on a night out. “You should try some! It’s pretty good stuff.”
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 8, 2009 21:29:29 GMT -5
"I think it's a cool namesake at the very least. It doesn't mean you're bound to face a tragic destiny. I mean, I'm named after a cross dresser and an instrument. I hope I don't take after either." She shrugged as best as a snake could do such a thing.
She glanced down at Helena's drink. When it came to alcohol it was normally a hit or miss. Her ears twitched as she contemplated taking a sip or not.
She was supposed to be trying to have fun.
Tentatively she leaned forward and took a small sip. She pulled away from the drink rather quickly. Ugh. Alcohol really wasn't her thing. Oh well. She'd suck it up and order a drink for herself. "What exactly is that? I mean... I'm not very good with drinks and all I've really had a few cocktails before." She snake shrugged again, "Truthfully I live in a box."
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Post by Bee on Feb 9, 2009 20:33:00 GMT -5
“It’s a lot of vodka, pretty much,” Helena said, smiling a little at Viola’s somewhat repulsed expression.
She recalled with some degree of strange nostalgia the first time she had drank—at fifteen; getting into Mom’s liquor had been a task for the ages, and to this day she still wasn’t sure how she didn’t end up killed by some secret trap spell or something—and had consumed so much horrible-tasting intoxicant that she had made an awful mess on the kitchen floor and then passed out. Absinthe was not, as it turned out, a good way to introduce oneself to the world of alcohol.
“If you don’t like the taste you can usually drown the booze out with something fruity. Absinthe’s great if you wanna get slamming drunk really quickly.” She nodded. “It’s all good stuff, though. For…getting out of the box. It all serves the same purpose, in the end.”
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 9, 2009 23:55:36 GMT -5
Vodka. Huh. She looked at it to Helena. She really did like something that? But then she said there was fruity sort of alcohol. Perhaps that would be better than this.
Hear ears perked at the mention of Absinthe. She had heard of that. Then again, so had everyone else, she supposed. "Maybe I should try some Absinthe? I've heard some stories about it... might as well have some fun seeing if they're true."
And it might be fun to see if her poison immunity would work on something strong like that.
Was getting drunk a good idea in the first place? Viola barely knew Helena.... but really did she need to? This was supposed to be a getaway. Why would she need to know someone if she was trying to get away from everything? It could only hurt her in the morning.
Without another note of hesitation she ordered the drink.
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Post by Bee on Feb 13, 2009 18:47:24 GMT -5
Helena managed to polish off the drink before Viola had even gotten hers. She was ahead in the drinking game! And she supposed her lead would only grow. Victory would be hers! In the grand race to see who could pass out first.
But this was not a contest. The alcohol was just doing its job and making her a bit bouncier and more excitable. She hummed merrily to herself for a moment and then ordered drink number two. Hopefully, by the end of the night, she not only would not be thinking of dead bunnies and their curses, but would in fact be flailing about the room claiming to be the White Rabbit.
“Get drunk faster,” she advised Viola cheerfully. Maybe a drunk Viola would dance. Forget your lack of legs! You need only to bop and shimmy. But then again maybe a relatively sober Viola would dance too. Oh well. Drunk was always better.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 15, 2009 2:33:10 GMT -5
Her drink was kindly set up in front of her, completely prepared. Not having the proper appendages was a hassle, and at least the bartender seemed to understand that.
Now drinking this would be interesting. She glanced over at the already slightly tipsy Helena. If she was having so much fun then... this would be great right? The snake deer placed her mouth over the glass and in a quick motion tipped her head back.
It seemed like a good idea, but was a bad one. She set the glass down, unhinging her jaw a bit as she pulled away from it. She sat there for a moment, looking at her companion.
She thought her immunity had saved her, until she felt something akin to being hit in the head by as sledge hammer take her by surprise.
"Oooh," she said shaking her head in protest. It sort of felt good though. "I've never felt that before."
One more drink and she would do more than just dance that evening.
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Post by Bee on Feb 22, 2009 0:39:11 GMT -5
Helena giggled into her glass. The only people she had really shared drinks with before were those who were at or above Helena levels of booze-swilling prowess. It was interesting to be with someone who apparently didn't do this very often, if at all. She was the one who actually knew something about something for once, even if that something was only a paltry thing like getting drunk. Ah, it didn't matter. It was a good feeling. Enabling enabler who enables. Corrupting the innocent.
Another short burst of hiccuping-giggle.
"It gets better," she promised. Then it all took a nose-dive at some point, of course, but they could cross that bridge when they puked on it. (One of the good things about wiggly Hair: it always seemed to get itself out of the way when sickness came on, so no one had to hold it back for her.)
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 13, 2009 12:03:03 GMT -5
Better? Could it get much better that butterflies in your head along with that tingly feeling? The snake hybrid didn't think so. She gave a snake shrug and ordered a different drink this time around. Might as well sample the things she head about, right? She never knew when she was going to get the chance ever again.
The next poison of choice was a Margarita. Something fruity that was a bit less of a punch in the face. Of course, for a light weight there was no such thing. Either way the snake was partly grateful for the straw in this drink. It would at least allow he not to chug it in one shot.
She sipped the drink, the tip of her nose wrinkled a bit at the strong taste of peaches and something else. She glanced over at Helena, as she tried to hold down a hiccup. She failed, and ended up giggling.
Oh, so it did get better.
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