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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:29 am
The whole ride to the apartment complex the blond had leaned back in the seat, wishing to remove some pressure from his lower half. All that drinking had done the poor teen in, between the alcohol and the sheer number of drinks; both alcoholic in nature and not, he was in great need of a bathroom and somewhere to crash..and work off the hangover he was sure to have.
Somehow he'd managed to remember, after several attempts to get words out and stumbling over failed addresses and failed speech, to get the address out to the cab driver. It seemed the man had been nearly ready to throw him out of his cab, due to the delay in giving an address to drive to. Finally though he'd managed that.
The drive was spent with one arm about his mid section as he shifted and crossed his legs tightly. God couldn't this cab drive faster? Or maybe run over the cars jamming up the street?! Fingers white knuckle gripped the seat at his side. Alexandre was really regretting drinking everything he'd been handed at the bar, even as a bump sent his vision; or maybe it was just the rest of the world, spinning. Groaning he held his head though that didn't seem to help one bit as the world continued to spin and his stomach protested the worlds movements in a violent fashion.
Wrinkling his nose, and wiping at his mouth, the teen pressed his forehead to the cool glass window. Blurry vision took in the passing of buildings, cars, and people as he got closer and closer to a safe place. He really hoped he didn't need to stand in the door way explaining who he was, he didn't have time for such nonsense!
When he finally got to the destination he was out of the car, tossing some random amount of money to the cab driver. It was hurried stumbling feet which after quite some time got him to the call button that was hit several times. Why a call button?! That was only keeping him from where he needed to be...now! The doorman was given the best dirty look he could manage before the teen just leaned heavily on the wall and waited.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:57 pm
TTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT.
TTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT.
TTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT.
"What the ********?" Tag groaned, the loud buzz filling his apartment. Who was at his door at this hour of the night? He had immediate flashbacks to his mother's arrival in the middle of the night. s**t. Was he about to have another house guest overstay their welcome?
TTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT.
He stumbled out of his bed, yanking his sheet off of it to cover the lower half of his body as he fumbled to the front door and press the button to allow whoever his guest was in. He didn't even check to see who it was - he didn't care, he just wanted the noise to stop.
"Who is it?" his mother emerged from his son's bedroom. He had set up a small cot bed in Liam's room for his mother while she waited for her own house's renovations to be complete. Liam was at Chelsea's, otherwise he'd likely have a crying toddler with disturbed sleep to deal with as well.
"Nobody, mom," he groaned, not wanting to deal with her right then. "Go back to bed."
She shot him a disproving look as she went back into the room, shutting the door behind her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:10 pm
Buzzed in he made his way from where he was up to the nineteenth floor, thank god for elevators. Someone however would have the unfortunate task of cleaning the mess, the sudden lurch of the elevator sending his stomach churning in a very unpleasant way. He was never drinking again, at least not like he had down in the Rift. He couldn't even remember how much he'd drank, or how much had actually been alcohol. The only thing he did remember, or have a good guess at, was eh could count the amount on both hands and need a few more fingers. That wasn't good, it was why when he reached the door he knocked while leaning on the door way for support.
Knocking softly, his hand feeling a little..heavy. The button up he wore was rather a mess as were the pants which were wrinkled. His shoes were fine but his bangs were a mess and his ponytail falling loose. If that wasn't bad enough his breath was atrocious, the smell of what he'd been drinking was strong.
"I think...I think I mes-messed up...a-again." He called out, hoping the older heard him through the door.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:35 pm
Tag peered through the peephole, but didn't recognize Lieutenant Benitoite in his civilian form. It was a blonde teenaged boy, seemingly drunk. Was it another fan boy? He really needed to look into making his address to be listed more privately. Or could it be another agent of the Negaverse? It wasn't that long ago that General-King Zinkenite had paid him a visit to his apartment in his civilian form.
Tag opened the door slowly, the chain-lock still preventing it from opening all the way in case the boy was dangerous.
"What do you mean you messed up again?" Tag questioned. "Who are you? What's going on?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:41 pm
Pouting as he noted the lock chain he pointed a finger at the other. Blinking slowly he took a moment to find his words, hoping he didn't slur them too badly. He needed to be understood by the other.
"Stweped swenshi and sno-snogging." He spoke hoping that helped jog the others memory as the blond stood there eyeing the chain lock. Shifting uncomfortably as the need to lock himself in the others bathroom overcame him. "Let me in...?" The other should know who he was now and let him in. He looked well a little rounder in the middle than he should be, or at least he felt rounder.
"Can't go howme..." Not with his mother, his father also. His mother though was the one he really didn't want to have find out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:48 pm
"Benitoite?" he whispered. s**t. He hoped that the teen mentioning Senshi and snogging was just in attempt to jar his memory, and not in reference to the mistake that he had made again. He shut the door and removed the lock, then reopened it to let the teen in.
"Here, just go lie down on the couch," he said, directing him to couch in the living room as he shut the door behind him. "I'll go get you some water, you need to sober up. Then tell me exactly what the hell happened."
He thought for a moment he probably should go get dressed - or be wearing something other than a sheet from his bed - but he probably should help take care of the teen first. He quickly grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then offered it to the boy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:53 pm
A smile lit up his face at hearing his own name, followed by a quic nodding of his head. Ohh....not a good idea. Groaning he held his head while one hand clapped over his mouth, just in case. Stepping inside he was already looking for the bathroom as he tried not to look too fast and get dizzy again.
"Bathroom?" A quick question but one with an urgency to it even as he did take the offered water bottle, it was a nice gesture. But with how much water he'd had, and other things, he really wasn't so certain he wanted to touch that.
He'd lay down once he was done with what he needed to do, the idea was very nice. At least the man seemed to know what he needed and maybe knew how to handle the worlds tilt and spin trick, not that it wasn't a good trick. It just really upset him. Glancing about the apartment again he didn't notice the decor, he would do that later.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:02 pm
Tag didn't hesitate to whip his arm out and point to the nearest bathroom by the front door of the apartment.
"If you puke anywhere but in the toilet, I swear to god I'll have Tanzanite give you a prostate exam," Tag threatened.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:10 pm
"Does the elevator count?" He asked, giving a rather scared look, the idea of that threat being carried out terrified the teenager.
The bathroom pointed out he was on his way there even as he spoke. He did make it in time to relieve himself and to puke soon after it.
When he did emerge from the bathroom, his face damp from a washing and his shirt removed and being used to dry his face gently. He still didn't look well but he did look better. The bottle in his hand was opened and a sip taken from it before he returned to the older male. "Everything keeps tilting and spinning...it's a mean trick." Oh he'd kick himself in the morning if he knew what he was saying and how.
"Shrub youma...looked like a chi-ya pet..." Giggling, unaware he'd said the name of that ugly house hold weed wrong. "Pretty though...lots of flowers."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:27 pm
Tag grinned, trying to not laugh at Alex's drunkenness. He (barely) remembered his own first experiences with alcohol, and only could hope that he wasn't as sloppy as the boy was acting now. It was sort of refreshing to see him in that state, instead of the typically tightly-wound state he was in so frequently as Lieutenant Benitoite.
"Lie down on the couch and keep drinking that water," he said as he hurried into his bedroom and grabbed a bathrobe to cover himself up more. From his bedroom he called out. "So what exactly happened? You didn't hook up with the terrorist again did you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:36 pm
"No!" Maybe a bit too loud and he sounded offended. He'd learned his lesson, he was making plans toward and attempt to corrupt the senshi. He wasn't about to make the same mistake again, he wouldn't go willingly into their goodness.
"Youma tavern...drinking contest. Shrub youma...and a band." A giggle from him as he remembered the band, only just, and the General Queen, the pink haired one, belting out some song on the stage. "Kept the drinks coming...." Moaning at the thought, oh how he hated the youma for giving him drink after drink. He was sure they'd enjoyed that, taken some sadistic joy in it. Slowly he sipped the water from where he was laying down on the couch. The water was good, fresh, and cool it soothed his throat. And he knew what he was drinking at least. He knew it was water, not some surprise.
"Got a claw for it...biiiig youma claw." He stated, drawing out his words and giving a smile as he spoke. "Drank the most..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:53 pm
"Youma tavern? Drinking contest?" Tag questioned, emerging back into the living room, more appropriately clothed. He wasn't sure Alex was talking about, but it sounded like a fun party that he was sad to have missed.
"If you drank the most of the Negaverse you probably need to chug that water and move on to a second bottle," he suggested. "Then you probably should get some sleep. You'd want to flush out your system first though, or you'll get a real bad hangover, so drink up."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 7:02 pm
How come he wasn't surprised the other liked the idea of a party, the likes of which he'd been present for? The thought, at the time, hadn't crossed his mind. "Not all beer...brackish water...vinegar, something like heaven in a cup..." He stated, forgetting the acid and it went without saying that real beer was there.
That was how to avoid, or lessen, a hangover? Drink water? Ok so he was a little lacking in information here, he'd never drank so why did he need to know such a thing? Listening to the older he drank, slowly. "Found a piece of the big youma...got a claw." He said around the mouth of the bottle was he drank more from the bottle.
Maybe tomorrow, in the morning, he'd tell him more about the party. Or maybe now, if asked for details and information. He'd manage to muddle his way through it, just hope the other could understand his slurred speech.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 7:28 pm
He wasn't exactly sure what the boy was talking about with the big youma claw, but he congratulated him nonetheless. "Good job," he said.
He scratched the back of his head as he looked at his watch - it was late, and he did have to get to work in the morning. He went to the fridge and grabbed a second bottle of water, placing it down on the coffee table next to the couch.
"Are you going to be okay on your own if I leave you in here for the night?" he asked. He wasn't going to offer any alternative, but he was mostly just checking to see that the boy was alright. "I'll make sure you get up tomorrow morning early once you're sober so you can sneak back home without getting in trouble if you want."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 7:46 pm
"A blanket." He asked, it was cold. But other wise he was good and set the half finished first bottle on the table. He'd continue drinking, he didn't like the idea of a hangover in the morning.
It was a good thing he'd come here, he knew now he could count on Tag in the future if something like this happened. He would indeed he glad for the early wake up, he'd grab breakfast once he got home and was on the way to school.
"I'll be good, won't make a mess." Nodding as he blinked a certain tiredness and heavy feeling sweeping through him, though he still felt dizzy when he'd nodded. At least the humor in almost everything had passed.
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