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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:59 pm
*her hand quickly moves infront of her face. Holding it over her nose and gags lightly.*
Bugger, You need some water, mate. Your breath is just horrid.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:00 pm
::snort-laughs and rests his head on the bar::
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:04 pm
*Pours him some water into a glass and then pours some vodka into a glass. Keeps it in her hand. Out of reach Piper's reach.*
*Sets the water in front of him.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:06 pm
You. Are. A. Party. Pooper. Which one would NOT be able to tell from the way you're dressed, by the way.
::takes a sip of water::
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:09 pm
You'll thank me come morning, mate.
*Gives a smile.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:11 pm
Eh, I plan on spending all of Friday sleeping in before the weekend.
::polishes off the glass of water::
All right, gimmee. I propose a toast! To odd pairs, odd couples, and the odd sock that gets lost in the dryer!
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:15 pm
*Laughs lightly and sets his glass before him. Grabs herself a soda and pours it in a glass. Holds it up to him.* Cheers.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:17 pm
::knocks back the vodka and makes a face::
Bleah, peach.
::sways a little bit::
Listen, do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell?
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:21 pm
*Puts the cap back on the bottle as she drinks down her soda and pours him another water.*
That all depends on whether you killed someone, mate. *Gives him a joking grin.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:23 pm
I di-
No-
::turns white as a sheet and spins around just in time to stick his head in the trash can and retches again::
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:24 pm
You're cut off mate. Not more getting pissed for you.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:26 pm
*walks in, taking a drag off his cigarette as he spots Piper vomiting. Smirks as he grabs himself a table.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:28 pm
::spits and grabs the glass of water::
What are you, 12? Lay off. And I never killed anyone! EVER! Like murderers are ever brought to justice anyways...
::reaches behind the bar and snaps up a bottle, any bottle...::
What the hell is 'vermouth?'
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:33 pm
A smidgen older than that. *Sighs and leans against the bar and shrugs.* I was making a joke. No need to go off.
Vermouth is a wine. *Takes another sip of her soda and glances over at Floyd as he walks in.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:35 pm
::cracks it open and takes a swig::
GAH. That's foul.
::takes another swig::
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