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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:15 pm
Zac shuffled into the dorm room and slammed the door behind him. That, he thought to himself, had gone -disastrously-, he hadn't even -remotely- gotten what he hoped to out of the long hours and discrete photographs. Hell his -grades- had slipped for this.
What the -heck- was he going to do with these bottles of... of...
Booze.
He dropped the paper bag onto the bed and stared at it, as the twin contents clinked together, their tops just peeking out the top like a mocking reminder of his possession of contraband. Not to mention his -age-, not, he thought, that he would EVER be able to purchase the stuff without people assuming his identification cards were falsified.
He sighed and dropped the second package he carried more carefully onto the bed. That had been his ORIGINAL objective in going out, the cake, had suffered some in the transition though thanks to being -waylaid- primitively by the target whom SHOULD have either reported him and risked exposing his night time rendezvous with one of his -students-... or been buying the damned -guitar- he was going to get Dem. Instead he had a cake shaped like one that he had purchased HIMSELF...
And 2 bottles of booze forced upon him to try and earn his silence.
"Damnit..." He swore again and locked the door and turned to fish out his hoodie so he could change clothing. Maybe he could still salvage the guitar from the whole plan, somehow.
"Dem theirs a package on the bed for you.." He said stripping off the shirt from his outing to swap to t-shirt and panda hoodie.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:27 pm
Demy suddenly SPRUNG into view, jumping out from behind his own bed.
"Package? Huh?"
He had a present? Ooooo! Presents were fun...usually. Sometimes they were -not- so fun. But hey, Z was announcing this one so it had to be something totally cool, right?
In a flash the blonde was across the little tape line on the floor, and up and on Z's bed. The packages shifted slightly with the bed as he jumped up on it, but they'd be fine! Sitting indian style, eyes alight with curiosity, the boy poked at the two packages.
"Thought you said a package man, what's up with the two?"
He already had one flipped open and was totally investigating the booze bottles in the other. Iiiinteresting...WAIT.
"Dude, man, this cake is pretty badass!"
Why of course it was, it was a -guitar cake-!
"And...uhhh why do you have booze man? Aren't you a little um..young to be buying it?"
He waved one of the bottles at his buddy, still staring down at the guitar cake happily.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:35 pm
Zac made a sound somewhere between distress and irritation as the line was not only -vaulted- but his -BED- was invaded!!
"Would you at LEAST keep your FEET off my... PUT those down! They were.... given to me in error!" He said hastily. He didn't have the -faintest- desire to get into blackmail discussions with Dem for a -multitude- of reasons.
"The Cake is for you... for... your, d... dedication to learning the guitar."
yes, that seemed a plausible reason. Good good, sounded almost as good uttered as it did when he thought of it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:41 pm
Nope, no sirree. Feet were staying on the bed. Afterall, he had packages to investigate!
"Awwww, thank you man! I'm trying, really!"
He was! It wasn't very easy to switch over to an actual guitar but by god he was going to get the hang of it if it was the last thing he did.
But for now....CAKE!
"Well come on Z! Pull up a seat and let's eat some cake!"
He eyed the booze, definitely not putting it down when Z asked him to.
"Soooo...whatcha doing with it?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:45 pm
"Do with... I'm going to get -rid- of it that's what." He said decisively. "I have no desire to be in trouble over -possessing- those... things." He waved his hand at them scowling.
"I just have to think of how to -safely- its not like I can just pour them into the bathroom sinks." He sighed and reached for one of Dem's feet to try and pull it off the bed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:55 pm
Demy shifted positions, pulling his feet further away from Z's grasp. That accomplished, the boy grinned and quickly popped the top right off the booze bottle.
"Well, there's one way to quickly get rid of it..."
And with that he put the bottle to his lips and tossed it back.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:00 pm
"nonoNOnNONONONONO!!!" Zac cried in elevating panic as the contents of the bottle started vanishing down Dem's gullet.
He waved his hands in exasperation and gave up, climbing onto the bed to try and liberate the bottle from Dem's grasp. "StopstopstopStopOHgodstop!! DEM!!!" He hissed panicked.
Oh GOD he had no plan for this kind of thing!!!
"CAKE! I'll take away the cakefortheloveofgodstop!!!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:10 am
It was then that Demy decided his friend needed a little 'lesson'. He was, afterall, always going on about this plan and...whatever. Now it was Demy's turn to sound smart!
"Look man."
He was gesturing with that open bottle again, the stern look on his face once more despite the hints of drunkenness creeping into his words.
"Youuu...need to chill. Kay? Kay. 'Cause man, you...you wanna start a band right? I do....I sure do..."
He was drinking again. Oh Z, you better hurry back to that side of the room!
"But rockstars party man, so you better get used to it!"
And seriousness dissolved back into a drunken giggle as Demy suddenly found all KINDS of interest in simply staring at the bottle of booze.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:23 am
"NOOO! nonono! DEM!! Stop DRINKING!!!" He wailed hurrying back with the cake.
Oh...god, he was almost right about that too, there would of course be the standards of booze and...women and such around if they were a band, it was like a -side- effect. But at least then it had nothing to do with being kicked out of school, heck being kicked out of what was effectively -reform- school of sorts.
"Dem...dem seriously, we could be kicked out over this! We're not foot ball players, we're just US. Here, look! CAKE! It's blue and it has some of the stars from the guitar on it see?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:32 am
Hey hey hey..at least he wouldn't be interested in the women. Parties and drinking HELL YEAH, but an older Demy wouldn't be swayed into an orgy.
...With women at least.
"Kicked out...of reform school. Z, man, you know they send us here cause..we're like....bad right? So if we're bad here then it's just....in character for us? Sureeeee it'll suck if we get caught but pffffft."
And then he was distracted, because holy s**t did that cake look really good.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:37 am
"REFORM!! that's a key word Dem! They want us NOT to do those things!! Look! See? Cakeeeee its not a lie! Give me the booze Dem! Cake for booze!!
Please?"
He paused "I'll let you hold Mr. Tenebrous! Just... the booze Dem!"
*edited to add in missing Dem post******
"Yeahhh but if we do they...just...gotta reform us some more!"
Demy stared from the shiny bottle of booze to his friend with CAKE. Oh -god- that caked looked sooooo good.
Hrm....
"fine."
But not without a final sip! This stuff was growing on him, past the initial ICK. One more sip down and Demy finally handed over the bottle, which was definitely less than half full by now.
"Cake now..yeah? I've been good!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:55 am
He gave a small groan of dispair at the half finished bottle and turned over the cake with a look of someone turning over the last meal to a prisoner.
"How...did you even finish that much that fast!!?" He said bewildered.
"Ohhh my god we're in so much trouble if someone finds out..."
He stared at the bottle, contemplating it for the purpose of smothering his despair at the situation. He couldn't just walk out into the hall with an open bottle, but if he gave it back to Dem it could be disastrous, what if he got -sick-, on HIS bed.
Which meant he had to do SOMEthing with the rest of it. Oh...god.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 10:13 am
Not that finishing that much of it wasn't screwing with him. Oh no. He was definitely confused at why Z was handing over multiple pieces of cake to him, but hey! Who cares!
"Z man..Z...this is soooooo good.."
It really was, holy -hell-. The blue and the stars and the delightful buzz running through his system. Mmmm.
"You..you should eat yours, cmooon man."
Thankfully Demy attacked his cake similar to how he attacked his booze. The quicker the cake was gone the less of a chance he was going to splat face first into it when he finally did pass out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:14 pm
Zac sighed, and sat down on the bed again, shaking his head slowly and =staring= at Dem, he put his cake carefully on the desk as he concluded what his next move -must- be.
"Dem...how many fingers am I holding up?"
He asked holding up two. He didn't play any odd tricks either, moving them or anything like that, just held them. But he had -such- a bad feeling about this.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:17 pm
Cake was gone, at least he hadn't hurled.
His own plate set aside, Demy stared curiously at the fingers presented to him.
"Dude, a pop quiz? So not cool..."
He blinked, giving the hand a loooooong hard look before letting a smile cross his face. Oh, he -so- had this.
"Four, of course. Gimme another question, that one was easy!"
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