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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 9:08 pm
Ripley said not to drink all of his booze. So Otto only drank some of it. Just to take the edge off of his pain. However, he'd gotten bored, drinking more than he meant to, and as a result he began to dig through Ripley's things. His books, to be specific.
An hour or two had passed, and a quarter of a bottle of whiskey later, Otto was part way through a book on Mortuary Sciences. It was a topic he was very familiar with thanks to his Family's business, and of course Ripley himself.
Otto drunkenly started singing while he read the books, switching the lyrics of popular music with the names of difficult scientific names for muscles and parts of the body.
Otto was a good singer, but it was a ridiculous use of his talent.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 9:49 pm
They probably wouldn't have even been on the way over to Ripley's room at all, if not for the fact that Finn had insisted on stopping by to get some of his own personal things out of it, namely a couple of his books that he needed to look something up in that had been bothering him all day, a procedure that he had thought that he'd memorized but now was giving him a niggling sense that he had forgotten an integral part of. Also a bottle of whiskey, because he was running low in his own room but was too cheap (see: cash poor from buying too many gifts for everyone) to go and buy a new one. "Why did you feel the need to accompany me again?" He asked the white haired man who was walking beside him. Maybe it had something to do with this Otto guy that was supposed to be staying in Ripley's room. Finn felt like he had probably met him in passing, once or twice, but really couldn't remember much about him...wasn't he blonde and kinda sulky looking or something? "Shouldn't you be back in my room making me dinner as a thank you for letting you stay over?" He smirked, giving the other man a sidelong glance. But really, he didn't mind. He wasn't really put out at all by having Ripley stay over. And that other guy staying in Ripley's room was pretty much the furthest thing from Finn's mind as he approached the door, giving it a rap of his knuckles before testing the handle. If it was locked he would at least wait a moment for a response before unlocking the door with his own key.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 3:18 pm
Ripley really didn't have any intention of going to his room so soon after giving it up to Otto, but there he was anyway, walking beside Finn as the Hunter went to reclaim some of his things. The idea somehow didn't sit very well with him, this whole Finn reclaiming some items thing...but since he couldn't place why, or more accurately didn't want to think about it, he simply chose to bury it with the other hundred or so similar things he preferred to not ponder on entirely.
"Because." He said simply, as if it answered it all. Because he wanted the company. Because he wanted to check on Otto. Because he didn't want Finn explaining why he had an extra key to Ripley's room, and why he was going in unannounced. Because he could. Really, because was probably the best answer he could give. "You don't want my cooking." Amber eyes rolled to shift to the side, staring at the opposite side of the hallway for a second or two. "But I'll thank you later." He promised, quietly, in case anyone was listening.
Apparently he was still quite caught up on his whole privacy issue.
They had stopped in front of his door, and it was then that Ripley heard the singing; this was not going to be a good thing to come home to, he was sure of it. This whole thing was a walking disaster. All of it. But it was too late now, because the door was opening, and there was Otto -
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 3:26 pm
As they walked in, they would find Otto half hanging off of Ripley's bed. The text book he was reading lay on the floor in front of him. He was on his stomach, his bottom half rested on the bed, while the rest of him dangled to the floor. Ripley's whiskey bottle was sitting prettily beside him on the floor, partly consumed. After all, it did not take much to get Otto wasted, being the light weight twig he was. He was kicking his feet happily behind him, looking up once he noticed the pair walk in. "Hiiiiii~" He grinned, a smile hazed with drunken stupor. "Sup~"
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 4:10 pm
At that quiet promise, Finn almost, almost, gave up on his little endeavor to go back to his own room. But later was later, and now was now, and they were already here so... He swung the door open, having heard the noises on the other side but not really thinking about them or caring too much about what was going on. However, when he could actually see what was going on, he stopped dead in his tracks, eye narrowing momentarily and brow furrowing just slightly. And then he was all cold smiles as he entered the room, his hand slipping off of the door handle, allowing Ripley room to move inside as well as he strolled further in, taking in the sight of his not-boyfriends new boarder. "Hi." Finn returned the greeting, though his own was rather flat, his smile insincere, and his gaze flicked down to the partially consumed bottle of whiskey sitting on the floor. Oh wasn't this just wonderful? Bending down, he scooped up the bottle, all while thinking to himself that he could not actually believe that this guy, who was dangling off of the bed like some twelve year old girl (or eight year old boy) was one of Ripley's friends. It was equal parts interesting and amusing, and somehow only slightly disgusting. And too good of an opportunity to pass up. Finn's cold smile widened slightly. "Mind if I join you for a drink? Looks like you're having a hell of a time, here." Sorry, Ripley (not sorry at all).
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 4:42 pm
They walked in on Otto in full teenage girl mode. Half off the bed, reading one of Ripley's books like they were the newest gossip magazine. If Ripley was any sort of emotive, he might have smacked his face, but as it were he only tilted his head a little bit, his eyes closing for only a moment. God damnit, Otto. Way to make an impression.
"What did I tell you about the alcohol and my stuff?" He asked, and for how monotone his voice usually was, this time it was only slightly exhausted. However, he didn't even wait for the younger man's answer, as something else was happening now, that was clearly more important than Otto doing his best impression of a teeny bopper.
Finn, asking to join him.
"No." The word was quick, and full of disapproval. No, they would not be staying. No, they would not be drinking with Otto. Just. No.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 4:51 pm
Even drunk, the pair seemed very cold to the young man. His brows furrowed, flicking his gaze between them. "M'not havin' that great of a time. I got bored is all." And the whiskey was right there! Taunting him. He looked up at Ripley as he rolled onto his back. "Well actually, I only had a sip. Cause I was tired, and I needed somethin' to put me to sleep. But then I had another one. And then another one. Didju know this stuff is nasty? How do you drink it, anyway? Like.. it needs to be way more sweet. Like... way more." He batted at the book he'd been reading, idly. "I tried putting some sugar in a shot, but that was even worse." "You guys look... like.. kinda cranky. Didja forget I'm here? I could like... go back... I guess...." His face darkened, as if he was saying he'd stay home while the family went to Disney Land. "S'fine....whatever....m'mean i drank yer nasty booze n' all. But to be fair? You said don't drink it all. Never said I couldn't have a lil bit..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:08 pm
Finn had turned around to look for a glass, no longer really paying attention to the other two men and their little tiff over agreement discrepancies. Once he found one, he was quick to fill it three quarters of the way full, before putting the whiskey bottle down. He was about to take a sip when he stopped, turned, and gave the blonde a narrow eyed stare. "You put sugar in the...." He had to stop himself for a moment, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Just in the shot though, right? Not in the whole ******** bottle?" Until he got an answer to that question, the glass was set down, and Finn began digging in his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes instead.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:29 pm
"You get used to it." Whiskey was certainly an acquired taste, at least he could admit that.
Well, he had him there.
"I'm always cranky." He deadpanned, and then sighed a little bit, surprised by the way the teenage girl in front of him had changed gears. "I didn't forget. You are staying put. We're just here to get some things." He assured the dejected young man.
"He said shot." Ripley reminded Finn, already exhausted by this whole endeavour. Even drunk, he imagined that Otto still had at least some respect for his things, and wouldn't ruin a perfectly good bottle of whiskey over relationship woes. So he reached out and took the glass Finn had poured, and brought it to his lips for a small, secretly hesitant sip.
It was perfectly fine. It was the same as it always was, and he proved it by taking another, deeper sip. The glass was then returned to where Finn had left it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:36 pm
"Why would I put sugar in the bottle?" Otto asked incredulously, as if Finn was the one who came up with the stupid idea in the first place. "M'not stupid... not stupid... I can read them fancy pants text books as well as anybody.." He grumbled after, moping like a scorned child. Otto groaned as he wormed his way back into a proper sitting position on the bed, adjusting his shirt so he wasn't flashing midriff after his upside down escapade. It seemed he was not being kicked out so soon after being there, so for now, Otto relaxed once more. "You only got one eye? Or are you a pirate?" Otto asked with a narrowed gaze, lightly swaying in place as he accessed Finn. "Is Ripples the parrot?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:54 pm
"I think it was a pretty valid question, given that you look like a bit of an idiot right now." He grinned, too many teeth, still too cold, as he fished out one of his cigarettes and soon had it lit up between his lips as he took a long drag and exhaled. When the glass was set back down, Finn picked it up to test it for himself, as if still not sure. At Otto's question, there was a two beat pause, before Finn was smiling again, and giving Ripley a rather mischievous look. One he should probably be mildly afraid of. "Actually, I would say he's more like the booty."
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:15 pm
Ripley's amber eyes widened only slightly at Otto's question.
Oh no.
Please no.
Finn saw the chance and took it. Of course he did. Of course. It was Finn after all, and if there was one thing his not-boyfriend was good at, it was jumping on opportunities like this one. It didn't matter to him that he had been compared to treasure; what mattered to him was that...well, actually, he wasn't sure what mattered anymore, or why. Or why he was feeling oddly anxious about this whole thing.
He sighed, and moved to get a glass for himself, which he filled nearly to the brim with the now communal whiskey. Then he took a long drink of it, and hoped that it would work quickly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:19 pm
He looked... like an idiot? Otto sulked, as if a cloud of grey clouds had overcome him and drained all colour in the world. His eyes lifted to look up at Finn, his lip curling in disgust. Looking between the two, it took a while for Otto's slow moving, booze tainted brain to figure something out. "....Huh?" Evidently, too slow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:34 pm
"It's ok, Ripley. He's not stupid, he can read fancy textbooks, he would have just figured it out on his own anyways, I'm sure." Finding the drink to be satisfying and sugar free, he took another sip, much longer then the first, before glancing over to Ripley, who was now apparently getting into the spirit of things. "Cheers." Finn grinned, finally for once actually sounding as amused as he felt. "You need another drink, sweetheart?" He directed at Otto, while holding his cigarette out to Ripley in offering.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 10:21 pm
"I guess." Ripley sighed a little bit, glancing at Otto for a moment, before becoming distracted by the offered cigarette. "He's drunk." He reprimanded quietly, almost surprised by his own care in the matter; Otto really was like an unwanted little brother. Annoying, reckless, always stealing his things...but completely able to weasel his way into your heart. "And his ship is going down." He added, to help with the metaphor, as he raised his glass to his lips once more. "Ships." Ripley corrected, for Finn's benefit.
Otto didn't just have a ship. At this point, he had a whole, ******** up fleet.
Then he stared at the bottle of whiskey itself, his pale brow furrowing thoughtfully. He took a drag of the cigarette, finally, and handed it back to Finn, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth and away from the other two men.
"I think there's vodka on that shelf." He told Otto, as if the option would help him a little bit.
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