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 Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:33 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco watched her as she was swaying slightly, after just one shot basically. She hasn't eaten anything. Alright, then.
"Come on I can get you outside faster than you could on your own." Draco took the bottle and capped it and held both in one hand and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her along through the crowd. He felt like someone was watching him. It made his skin crawl. He glanced around and noticed it wasn't Emerson. That stick was still trying to get in his pants. Then he saw them, violet eyes and hair. Core. He wove a path towards her, the crowd again parting easily, rumors already starting. Who cares at the moment. When he made it to the booth she was at he set both bottles down and winked at her. Draco was sure she could read lips. So he mouthed the next words.
"Can you watch these please. You can have some of mine, Number Seven." Draco slipped a fifty under his bottle as he began his way out the hall. The doors opened and the air here was slightly clearer, so Draco pulled Amelia along till they were at the copse of trees from the morning, only twenty feet from the place. he sat her down on one of the benches and smirked.
"That bottle was imported from Russia not more than a day ago. High class stuff, sells for five hundred quid. An acquaintance of mine stole some." Draco rummaged in his pockets until he found half a packet of Keebler crackers.
"Here, should help. with that drink." Draco unwrapped the crackers and held them in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:13 pm
Amelia Amelia
Amelia allowed herself to be dragged along, not up the fight just yet. You stole it? From who, I wonder. Hopefully someone not too powerful. Or with violent tendencies. That would be bad, just for a bottle of vodka. Really, really nice vodka. But still. She sat the bench beside Draco and waved away the crackers. She was certain that if she shook her head, it'd fall off and the world would never be the same; everything would always be topsy-turvy, swirling and spiraling every which way. It would like being stuck on a demented roller-coaster.
"No, thank you. I'm not drunk; I have a headache."
The slight slurring of her words belied that, and Amelia recognized it, after the fact.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:28 pm
Emerson Valentine
Emerson could feel Amelia leaving, in that queer sort of way the twins had with each other. He caught sight of Amelia's back just as she was disappereing into a swell of fresh humanity, her waist capture by Draco of all people. He frowned. What the hell, Amelia? Emerson didn't like it when Amelia hung out with the male sex at all, but Draco? I thought she has a better taste. As his scan returned back to the Twig in front of him, it alighted on Core sitting at one of the booths lining the walls. She's here? He pulled away from Twig, ignoring her faint cries of protest and took a seat in front of Core. Em raised an eyebrow at the pair of bottles she was guarding.
"I didn't know you were a drinker. Do ya mind?...Thank you."
He reached for Vodka, a true Russian through and through.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:07 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco laughed at her claim of non drunkenness. He was somewhat of an expert on being and seeing drunk. She was there and it amused him as to how quickly it had happened. Again he assumed it to be due to an empty stomach.
"Yeah sure and I'm the perfect gentleman who will do whatever you desire. Eat the crackers Valentine, I don't want to hold your hair up." Draco sat down next to her and held up a single cracker to her mouth.
"Here comes the choo choo train, open the tunnel." He laughed as his other hand automatically rubbed her back for comfort.
"Not like it hasn't happened to the best of us Amelia, just not all the time right." Draco didn't know where this nurturing came from, but it was weird, and slightly unpleasant at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:44 pm
Amelia Valentine
"What am I suppose to throw up? The mouthful of vodka?"
Amelia sighed though, and took the cracker; she nibbled on it, trying not to notice that it tasted like sawdust and ash in her mouth. Damn this headache! And it wasn't going away, like it normally did when she removed herself from the places that gave them to her. If anything, it was getting worse.
"I'm half Russian. Ce n'est pas le cas pour moi. Vous savez?"
She finished the square of cardboard and rubbed gently at the side of her temples, willing the world to damn ******** spinning. It didn't work. Amelia made a face and reached for another cracker; the first had woken her hunger, despite all attempts to the contrary. This one disappeared faster then the first and a third followed as well.
"I didn't figure you for the nurturing type, Draco. More of a bad suave shadow who floats up, takes you, and disappears into the night. But thanks. I think."
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:36 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco chuckled at her comment about being Russian.
"Love I'm German, Scottish and Irish and even I get drunk sometimes." Draco watched her finish the crackers with a smile on his face. At least she had some type of food in her stomach, though she still had a pained look on her face. He fished once more into his pocket and pulled out three things. A single tablet of Advil, a blunt and a tablet of Ecstasy. He stashed the E and held up the blunt and the Advil.
"Alright I've got two remedies for headaches. Not enough of one, but the two together should help." Draco lit the blunt and took a huge hit off of hit and held it out waiting for her to take the Advil.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 10:05 pm
Amelia Valentine
"What, you're a mutt? Huh."
It was an unexpected revelation, to discover that Draco's heredity was spotty. Amelia and Emerson themselves were relatively pure, one half Frank, and one half Russian; each of their parents were impeccable. They'd married because that had been the thing to do. She waved away the blunt but chewed the Advil gratefully, the bitter taste in her mouth grounding her somewhat. It would do probably about jack-s**t, but it was the thought that counts.
"I don't do weed, I told you that. A headache isn't going to change that. Look, I think I'm just going to head back home and lay down for a while. Thank you, Draco. Again."
And maybe a bottle or two of whiskey. She stood up and used the bench for support to keep from tumbling back down onto it again. First one step and then another without the bench. She managed o stay upright and look normal. Excellent. At an almost normal pace she started back towards the girl's dormitory where the music was still pounding out it's lyrics quite clearly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 9:01 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "Not a mutt, just super white. Aryan to the core, as my great uncle would say." Draco laughed as he took another hit off the blunt. Draco watched her get up unsteadily and then slowly walk away.
"You are welcome Love." Draco finished the blunt in two hits and then flicked it away and walked back into the hall and quickly found Cole and of course Em had followed the smell of Vodka. b*****d. Draco slid into the seat and grabbed his bottle of whiskey, produced a shot glass and poured a shot, knocked it back and then followed three more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 7:35 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia tip-toed her way through the bustling crowd trying to get the staircase. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Emerson sitting at a table with a familiar bottle of vodka. Small world. She swung by his table, dipping down low to speak in his ear.
"I'm going upstairs; I'm not in, if anyone wants me. Especially you."
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek when Em nodded and hurried on her way, ignoring the people around her. Only when her door was closed and locked behind her did she breath a sigh of relief. Amelia had wasted no time at all in sound proofing her room on the grounds of practicing her fiddle in the dormitory. Or at least that is what she told the Dean. She stripped out of her uniform and into a long men's shirt and climbed into her bed, the lights off in the room. It was finally, blessedly quiet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 7:36 pm
Emerson Valentine
Emerson gave Draco a bright smile, even if it was a slightly tispy one; over half of the bottle was currently residing in his stomach. He didn't even seem to mind that Draco presumed to drop into the seat beside him, and across from Core. a**.
"Cups, Draco? Aren't those for children?"
He looked up when Amelia materialized and dipped down next to his ear. He made a face when she disappeared as easily as she'd appeared. Temping lily.
"Sorry, Core, what were you saying? I missed it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 4:22 pm
¤ xxxCornettaxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxVasquezxxx¤ My Ҫ ѳ я e
コアCore blinked at Draco's approaching form as she was sipping the last bit of her soda. Her head inclined slightly at his request and smiled faintly at the slip of money her way. Her eyes followed him and the Valentine girl until they were out of sight before resting on the remainder of the live show: Emerson and his date. Slowly, she uncapped the designated bottle for sharing, put it to her lips and almost did a horrible spit take when the Valentine boy left her to come over here. If you messed with the universe by being out of your alignment, it was bound to return the favour. Naturally, she shook her head at his comment and question. This would have been the end of the surprises for her surely if Draco had not come to join their silence a few minutes later. What was it in the vodka that they thought that this would be considered normal?
Her dark, purple eyes shifted from one to the other, only taking a break when Amelia passed by to tell her brother something or the other. She had hoped that he would leave with her. Instead, Emerson decided to make an attempt at conversation. Seriously, what were they putting in alcohol these days? She did not even have her notebook! Without caring who heard, Core groaned as she slouched in her seat and did another check at the guys. "I have no idea what you missed, Mr. Emerson Valentine. These are my first spoken words for the day."Casually, she turned to the other, crossing one leg over the other. "Excuse me, Mr. Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI. Do you have another one of those? I would hate to be improper and drink from the bottle in front of you, gentlemen."With a solid body shake, Core pulled herself back into her line of seating and away from them. The use of their whole names had not meant to be mean but the one clue to how truly nervous she was being amongst them. Deciding against another stare off, she rested her head against the back of the seat and looked up at the ceiling with thoughts about how to torture Dane exactly. »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 5:02 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco listened to the oddly soft voice and he had to strain to hear her. The use of his full name made him shudder lightly. He produced another shot glass from his bag.
"Draco Core, or am I gonna have to use your full name, cause I know you hate it, just as much as I do." Draco poured her a shot, poured himself a shot and sat back waiting for her to drink.
"No Emerson, I'm just not a barbarian like you Russkies." Draco chuckled as he watched the boy take another swig straight from the bottle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:06 pm
Emerson Valentine
"Barbarians? Come now. Us 'Ruskies' as you so fondly put, aren't anything of the kind. We're revolutionaries. We are Darwins of the highest order. We've been progressing mankind for generations now."
Emerson shrugged. He was clearly drunk; he only became eloquent like that when he he was buzzed. He eyed the bottle's label; he'd never heard of the brand before.
"This is good s**t; where'd you get it from?"
Emerson ripped the label off of the bottle and tucked it into his wallet, in front of his student ID card. He made the mental note to buy a case of seven of the vodka. Amelia would love this. He grinned at Core.
"She speaks! Finally indisputable proof that you have a tongue. Amelia will love to hear that."
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 1:04 pm
¤ xxxCornettaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVasquezxxx¤ My Ҫ ѳ я e
コアCore groaned at the threat but accepted the shot graciously, nodding at him. She chuckled at the squabble that ensued between Emerson and he. However, another groan came at the former's comment about her speaking. At this, she sipped at the shot before knocking her head back with it. Without thinking, she poured another one for herself. However, it did not reach her lips as fast as previous one. She wanted to see how long this could last. She was out of her element entirely with the surrounding party noises and the boys would appear to be the same if they stayed there for too long. That was it: a friendly suggestion to leave her alone before things got awkward.
"Why would you need proof for that? I wrote it out for you that I had one." She sipped at the shot glass. "Anyway, I guess you boys have something else planned for tonight. Nothing is keeping you here." Her eyes darted from one to the other before the rest of her drink disappeared. Another would have followed but it was time to stop. Core pulled her legs up under her on the seat, taking advantage of her unnaturally thin frame. "How is school going for you?" It had not been intentional but if they were going to "bond" on some level or the other, she might as well start them off on familiar ground. Her head was bowed and looking into the lap of her black, shimmerless dress. »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:42 pm
Emerson Valentine
"Because words on paper tend to lie like the Devil hisself. But if you speak, then I have indisputable proof. I have yet to hear about someone speaking without a tongue."
Emerson laughed, giving Core a lopsided, empty smile. He was gratified to see she was drinking, and whiskey at that.
"Here, you soda's looking a little...light. It's better this way."
He uncapped the vodka and poured a generous dollop into Core's soda cup.
"Not good. I have a nine in one of my classes; my father is threatening to cut me off. What about you?"
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