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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:10 pm
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:11 pm
No.
In about ten seconds, I am going to throw up more than I have ever thrown up in my-
::drapes his head over the corner of the stage and retches::
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:13 pm
*Grabs the small trash can and goes to Piper. holding it out of him to have something to hold on while he retches.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:23 pm
Oh God...my mouth tastes like old socks and Cin-a-burst.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:30 pm
Hartley Rathaway Oh God...my mouth tastes like old socks and Cin-a-burst.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:34 pm
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:36 pm
::still clutching the garbage can, staggers over to the bar, looking for something to wash the taste out of his mouth::
Still buzzed...so that's a good sign...didn't black out...what time is it?
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:41 pm
~POP!~
Well. The final game is underway.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:41 pm
*Looks at her watch.* About... 3:40 in the mornin' according to my watch. I believe it's off 'ere... .... 7:30 in the evenin'.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:44 pm
::blinks a couple times::
So I've only been bar-hopping for like...two hours.
::grabs a bottle of peach vodka and struggles to get it open::
A toast! We need a toast to...lost friends...and lost pains-in-the-a**...and lost keys!
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:47 pm
Blimey, only two hours, you say?
*Blinks at Piper in shock.* I could be wrong on the time... Bugger, you going to drink yourself into a stupor again.
*laughs lightly.* Lost keys?
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:47 pm
Erm I don;t drink and judging by you little topple off the stage I don't think you should be either.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:49 pm
::hands her the vodka::
Here, you have gloves on. Be a dear. Open this.
::hands her a glass in the other hand::
And then you can pour.
::hands her another glass::
And have one for Amadeus.
::Hands her a third glass::
And one for yourself, you're such a sweetie.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:51 pm
Tell you what, mate. You tell me why you want to get pissed and I'll pour you a drink, ey?
*Holds the glasses and the bottle of vodka.* confused
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:55 pm
::gets close to Beryl's face, smiles and exhales::
It's a longstanding family tradition to celebrate birthdays and funerals.
::starts humming::
An' even if you saw it yourself, ya wouldn't believe it
I wouldn't trust a person like me if I was you
I wasn't there, I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who swears it's true...
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