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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:50 pm
 Jean-ClaudeJean-Claude cocked an eyebrow as Stark drank even more.
The Lopunny had decided to give up after two glasses to save himself the terrible hangover, but this Absol was still going strong.
"You may not want to drink too much, dude. I hear this stuff has quite a kick when you start sobering up," He explained, scratching the top of his head.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:01 pm
 .::Stark::.Stark looked sidelong at Jean-Claude at his comment. "Meh, I'm not too worried about it. This is only my second drink," he said, chuckling, turning back to his glass, taking another- albeit smaller- sip. Didn't want to seem like a drunkard, anyway. He was a father, dammit! Boros chcukled. Yes, you're just a model citizen, aren't you? This was paired with more drunken giggling. Boros apparently did not hold his drink very well. You're one to talk, he grumbled inwardly. Looked like he was gonna need another drink once he finished with this one. He took another small sip. He needed to get slammed, and fast! Just not... too fast.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:14 pm
Jean-ClaudeThe Lopunny shrugged and looked down at his glass, which seemed to be vibrating a little.
It was really just Jean-Claude's drunken eyes going a little screwy, but he didn't know that.
"Stop that," He said aloud to the glass, grabbing it so it would stop shaking.
".... Dammit," The Lopunny muttered when it seemed the glass AND his hand were now shaking.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:23 pm
.::Stark::.Stark looked at Jean-Claude. In his inebriated state, he didn't find it strange at all to find him snapping at his glass. And, look! He even brought a friend. How nice of him. Where did he come from anyway? He looked just like Jean-Claude... They must be brothers... muttered Boros. Unless... they're the same person and we're really f-ed up... He chuckled drunkenly- if Boros had had a body, Stark guessed he would have toppled over by now. Stark glared up into the air, since he couldn't glare at Boros. That's preposterous. I think I'd know if I was that hammered. He coughed, taking another sip of his drink. Boros really needed to shut up. Heh. Good luck with that one, cackled Boros.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:30 pm
Jean-ClaudeJean-Claude wobbled a little.
Why the hell was he this wasted, he'd only had two drinks!
"Tell me what it is I drankdeded..." He muttered, looking at whom he hoped was the Weavile bartender.
"I don't know what it's called, but it has the consistency of rubbing alcohol," Eddie replied.
"You both wanted our strongest, so that's what I gave ya'."
The Lopunny blinked a few times, and then looked at the three Absol's on his left... Or right... He had no idea.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:43 pm
.::Stark::.Stark couldn't help but listen to what Eddie was telling to Jean-Claude. Rubbing alcohol...? He considered the liquid in his glass. Boros felt puzzled. Is... that bad? Stark didn't even get frustrated at Boros' quip, this time, a sure indication of how sloshed he really was. Uhhhh... yeah. Really bad. He turned to look at Jean-Claude and his "friend." Who now seemed to be joined by yet another Lopunny. Where were they all coming fro-- Ah, s**t.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:47 pm
Jean-ClaudeAnd then went Jean-Claude's conscience.
He looked at the Absol's in front of him and smiled a little.
"Heeeeey, where'd you and your sexy friend come from?~" He asked, his words rather slurred.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 5:55 am
Ⱦeam Ðaɍksţaɍ ~✭  XXXXXXX—¤÷(`Pamela ´)÷¤—"Mehh~" She murmured with a lazy tone. She took another sip out of her drink. She dipped her head and noticed her glass is empty. She shook the glass right and left before grinning at the bartender. She looked she enjoyed the drink and would like some more.
She turned to the Absol that is now drunk along with a Lopunny. She then gave a light chuckle. 'Serves him right.' She thought to herself.
She slowly closed her eyes, imagining what would Vincent and Nadia be doing now as she await her second drink.
{{ 'text' means she was thinking it, not saying it. Unlike "text" Now that, means she's saying it. C: Yeah, kinda hard to notice it xD }}
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:50 pm
.::Stark::.Stark blinked in shock. While he certainly wasn't sober, he certainly wasn't drunk enough to forget his sexuality. This guy was hitting on him! He turned to the Lopunny, almost knocking over his glass in the process. "Now, look--" he began, then paused. Which one of them said it? There were too many of them to tell. He paused for a moment, trying to decide who had hit on him. Try the one on the left, suggested Boros blearily. Stark obliged, turning to the left-most Lopunny. Unfortunately, that threw his balance off far too much, causing him to topple to the floor. "Urgh," he said lamely as he struck. For a moment, he considered getting up. He then realized that the floor was much more comfortable than it looked. He shrugged inwardly, then fell promptly asleep.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:54 pm
Jean-ClaudeJean-Claude watched with tired eyes as Stark fell to the floor and passed out.
"W-Well, damn..." He said with a hiccup.
He stood to his feet, wobbling a little from the weight of his ears.
The Lopunny bent down and pat the Absol on the head before staggering out of the club.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:36 pm
 LunaLuna stepped into the club, skipping gracefully over to the bar, where she promptly found herself a seat, and settled in to wait for Mitsu.
She was dying to see him again. She didn't particularly care if they did anything; she just found the strange urge to be in his company. The flirty Weavile made her feel... light-hearted. Airy. It was a strange, bubbly emotion that she most certainly wasn't used to. And she liked it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:39 pm
 Jean-Claude---&--- Mitsu"I'm sorry, sir. I told you, I'm not interested in a private dance..."
Even after the last encounter with the club, Jean-Claude just kept coming back.
This time, he found himself being followed by a particular dancer named Mitsu.
"Oh, come on! For you, I'd do it for free!~" Mitsu said with a giggle as they both enetered the club.
As soon as he looked around, the Weavile spotted Luna.
"Never mind, I've found someone a little more cooperative~"
With a soft cooing, he glided over to the bar and sat down next to the Marowak.
"Hey, hey, honey!" He said cheerfully.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:41 pm
LunaLuna purred at him, kissing his cheek gently. "I had to see you again, Love~" She replied warmly. "Hope you don't mind my company."
The Marowak held the Weavile's sharp but delicate claws in her own, smiling at the gentle, icy cool of the Ice-type's fur.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:47 pm
Jean-Claude---&--- MitsuMitsu snickered a little as he cheek was kissed and his paw was held.
Boy, she was quite the affectionate one.
"Don't mind Mr. Grumpy over there. Just an interested customer who doesn't know he's interested yet~" The Weavile giggled, waving a paw at the Lopunny.
Jean-Claude noticed the gesture and shook his head lightly, his large ears swaying a bit.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:56 pm
LunaLuna smiled lightly, setting her bone club on the counter, as she'd neglected to do before. Her eyes flickered for a moment to the Lopunny, and she shook her head. "Chasing a dream again, Mitsu? Or is Eddie looking for more feminine customers?" She joked, happy to be back in the Weavile's company. She released his hand so that he could move about and dance or whatever he did, but didn't move from her place next to him.
She winked at the Lopunny, to show that she was just being playful. She meant no harm. She just felt like enjoying her evening, for once. And anything was better than coming home to that.... KIRLIA. The thought of the stranger in their room gave her uncomfortable chills. She didn't trust her yet, and it was unlikely that this would change anytime soon.
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