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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:49 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke" 
"Laugh Longer"
The bartender begrudgingly walked over to there table and put down one large bottle of vodka in front of the two of them "Ya gonn'a need to bring another bottle of Grog" He said happily with a grin. A few minutes later he came over with three more bottles and slammed them onto the table; as though to say' 'dont bother me again'
"Well Being Irish' dun mean jack, if ya can't stomach ya grog" He said laughing as he poured the two of them a Shot. "Here' we go, winner play's and the loser pays" He said happily taking the shot he had poured.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:30 am
"Wha--Wai--Wait, Will..!" Cypress couldn't hear anything over the crowd and could just barely see her partner disappear into the throngs with the man in the yellow funny hat.
She gaped in disbelief as she herself was swept away by the moving bodies. She did NOT just let her partner wander off with a strange man in the middle of Carnival--a Carnival in which there's supposedly a soul-eating monster roaming about.
She wanted to punch herself for wandering off--but she'd needed to find some weather-appropriate clothes! Now she was completely alone. No longer dying of heat stroke, but alone.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 10:43 am
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady 'Pfft! An Irishm'n 'oo caan' 'oold a drink caan' call 'imself an Irishm'n!' she laughed to herself as she took her shot.
"Heh! Naice! T'is stuff's a bag o' shwag maan!" she chuckled, putting the shot glass back down with a loud thuk and a grin still prominant on her face.
She'd had stronger booze before!
Much stronger!
On this 'pansy vodka' as her dad would call it, she could drink for eternity and a day!
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:25 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke took another shot and nodded. "Ya spot on.... this stuff's as strong as a mouse" He said swirling the bottle slightly. "Stay here a jiffy" He then stood up and picked the three bottles up and walked over to the bartender. Before he did however he scanned the entire section behind the bar for the strongest of the strong, and saw it, two large bottles of 'Australian Ever-clear' which made Ezekiel's eyes go wide like a kid on Christmas morning seeing his gift's for the first time, however.... it.... was..... EXPENSIVE, it was the worlds strongest alcohol after all; with 95% pure alcohol compared to vodka's 35-50%. (I'm not counting moonshine Because no real drink lover would touch the stuff)
A few moments later the bartender looked over at Zeke who quickly lit up and started waving his arms, hen pointing out the window. "Crickey, That Spot on fine sheila's going in he nude!" He said in yell still flailing the arm that was not pointing out the window to nothing.
As he did that just about the whole bar quickly spun around to look; even the woman; however as this happened Ezekiel leaned over the bar and grabbed the two bottles. After he put the bottles on the ground the bartender looked back. "Sorry, mate. Looks like ya' missed the Fine sheila" He said shrugging slightly before walking back to the table, after picking up the two bottles again.
As he reached will he handed her a bottle. "Oz's finest" He said triumphantly breaking he seal on his bottle, and pouring a shot into his glass, quickly downing it, it burnt like battery acid mixed with lemon juice and glass shards.... but ohhhh was it was a good burn. "Ace, now that's spot on!" He said shaking his head slightly and laughing.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:44 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will watched him with a curious look... then gave a small chuckle when she realized what he was doing. She took the bottle he handed her with a nod of approval. "Na' baad. Na' manna o' me brot'ars'd taake suchha subtle approoach t'ough!" she laughed. Had it been Gavin- he'd hold the bartender at gunpoint, take the bottles and book it. Tara would have made a gamble with him- and won! Mori.... she didn't even want to think of what that creeper would do! Her mother would have made some sort of challenge then win or lose taken the bottles and smashed one over the bartender's head. Her dad..... who knew what that man would have done?
She quickly downed the shot and held the glass out for yet another.
'feck-DAMMI' IS T'A' STRAANG s**t!!' she thought with a wide grin. Nothing like the burn of a good shot ta wake ya up!
Besides- where it came to alcohol, Will was a terrible masochist!
The burn hurt goooood~!
Oh yeah. This was it! This was what Will Grady did best!
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:54 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Ezekiel laughed and continued to Drink; he poured as shot, took it, poured another; took another and so on. "Crikey little Sheila, I cant read a work of that babble you Jabbering out, I reckon the Grogs already got to ya" He said laughing, After he said that he reached over the table just before Wil took her shot and linked her arm around hers pulling them together over the small table, much like they where going to arm wrestle, He then took his shot, the motion of him moving forcing will to take her.
Zeke then leaned back and laughed. "Y'a a hoot" He said laughing a bite more as he pointed at Wil with the hand that was not holding the glass.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:43 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will blinked, not expecting this- then enthusiastically joined in!
When he let go, Will opened the second bottle- poured her own shot and instantly downed it. Pour-downed-pour-downed. She had to be at least on her 20th! "O, coss i's soo easy ta undarstan' wha's comin' ootta yer flappin gums!" she chuckled. She took her next shot. "An' i's gonna taak a lo' mare t'an 'is ta ge' a Grady flamin!" She said with pride. She continued drinking- she wasn't even tipsy yet!
Yup. In Doolin, they didn't have a town drunk...
they had several.
Each one a Grady! And Wilhelmina Grady was, of course amongst them!
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:53 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
"Well of course it is, ya lovable Mug" He said laughing and taking yet another shot of the drink. All in all this was a great day for Zeke, Partying, drinking, Woman, not much could make it any better then this. "Well ya little Sheila, ya starting to feel the grog hit ya? Are ye gonna let out the Liquid laugh anytime soon?" He asked slapping his hand onto the table; with a laugh, he was starting to act a bit Tipsy from the drinking. "How much longer ya gonna be hanging on in this here bottle chug?" He asked taking another Shot and pouting one for Wil as well.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 4:08 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will drank the shot, then gave a devious grin and a deep chuckle. "Ye see t'is bat'le?" she said as she held it in front of his face. "Me brot'ar can 'oold t'ee aquivalen' o' twoo o't'ese an' feel aa'moost not'in! A 'aven't lost ta 'im in a yee'r! Ye ain't gonna be beatin' me if yer aa'ready lookin' fer oots, A can tell ye t'a' raight noow Messtar Valentine!!" She poured herself another shot and gulped it down. And another and another and another...... The effects were starting to get to her, but she could hold herself for a good while. After all... Will's got a will that can run through hell and back completely intact. Jus' 'avin a good taim!.....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 4:43 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke let out a laugh. "I don' under stand, a bit of that Jibber jabbering backwards babble you are spewing" He said as he too continued to drink. By this time he had given up on the shot glass ans just was drinking from the bottle every once in a while. "Tha' next bottle is you pick" He said happily taking another swig from the large bottle in front of him; it was about a quarter of the way empty at the moment; yet he was already talking about then ext bottle; that was if will lasted that long. "How' ya holding up little sheila, and where is ya' mate? That little Sheila with t'a cap who was getting Toasted by the sun"
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 5:14 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady "Pfft! Awhh, A'll faind 'er laatar!" she laughed, saying 'screw it' to the tiny shot glass, flicking it away and taking his lead of just drinking out of her own bottle. Now THIS was how the Irish had their drink-offs! She took large gulps at a continuous rate. A bit over half way done, she was getting a little tipsy- but it wasn't that noticable.
Will looked over at the bar and called over the bartender with an "OI!" to which he reluctantly responded.
"Ye go t'anna'tin' aboove 95?" she said with a grin. The man looked at her like she was out of her god-given mind! He thought he had to have mistaken her. Her accent did throw him off a bit, but by the smile on her face, he could tell she wasn't.
"Well, we have one brand that's 150 proof, but I'm not sure-"
"A'LL TAKE I'!" she shouted with jubilance.
Now he was sure she was crazy! But he went and got it as she asked. It had been stashed somewhere that wouldn't be so out in the open, to keep it hidden from possible roberies. He set two bottles down in front of them and all too eagerly left. Will eyed her bottle with a grin. Sonn as she was done with this, she'd move on to the harder liquor!
Could this day get any better??? .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 5:30 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke let out a laugh. "Now, with is starting to Rage!" He said taking the bottle and chugging the whole thing down; without stopping to take a breath. He then but the Empty bottle on the side of the table. Before looking at the bottle that the man had brought over to them. "This is getting Choice!" He yelled as he removed the seal from the bottle and took a swig of it. "This is getting a bit pricy, all the better, free Grog fer' me!" He said taking another drink.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 6:51 pm
  ________
Seven was motivated, because she was lost. Again. And you’d think she’d take it harder. It was just that she was used to being lost by now. If she had a quarter for every time she got lost, she’d be a very rich little girl! But this time did annoy her a bit. She’d lost the Irish person again! Damn Rydel for not teaching her Portuguese so that she could ask for directions! Not that he actually spoke Portuguese.
He was British, though. Aren’t British people just supposed to know things?
Anyway, even was so motivated, in fact, that Rydel’s pitiful shuffling along wasn’t nearly fast enough for her. She remedied this problem by grabbing the boy by the collar and dragging him along behind her. Obviously, this wasn’t very comfortable for him.
“Seven…I…Can’t…Breathe…!” He managed to choke out, attempting to twist out of her grip before she accidentally strangled him.
She didn’t seem to hear. Seven had a rather one-track mind. Right now, she wanted to find Irish Person and Cypress. Other things came later. Like, dealing with her choking partner for instance. She’d learned over the years that he was amazingly durable for somebody so scrawny. He could endure just about anything she dished out just so long as she kept life support handy. Perhaps she was doing him a favor. That sort of thing builds character.
She heard something. Cheering? The sounds of a rowdy bar? Of course! She’d know those sounds anywhere! Where better to find an Irish person than a bar? She grinned and pulled Rydel along with her towards the bar, shoving pass Brazillians as she went. Upon reaching the bar, she let her partner go, much to his relief.
“Stay here.” She ordered.
“I don’t want your innocent eyes seeing any of the nasty stuff that goes on in places like this.”
He shot her a look.
“…Seven, you and I have been in and out of bars since we were eleven. B-But besides, we really shouldn’t be—”
She frowned.
“Unimportant. Just stay here.”
And with that, she vanished into the building.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:03 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will downed the last of her bottle and practically tore open the second one. "Soo ye'd t'ink!" she chuckled mockingly, challengingly. She took a huge gulp. ******** half-winced, half-grinned at the delightful sensation.
Her gaze wandered breifly over to the entrance and caught a glance of a certain pink-haired luck/Irish-fanatic. "Oi! Sev! Whar yuh been?" she called out. Her speach had the slightest slurr in it.
Will took another gulp of the scalding acid alcohol. And another and another.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:12 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
With a grin Zeke poured a shot and offered it to the girl. "Who's this little Sheila, she's as small as baby Prawn" He said laughing before taking another drink. He smiled and continued to drink; looking at the girl with the neon pink hair; that could only be described as looking like Cotton candy. "Mind introducing me ya bloody Mug?" He asked lovingly to Wil, with a smile, taking yet another drink. Looking back at Will as she spoke to the pinked haired girl; Zeke still holding out the shot of Alcohol that was making even these two seasoned drinkers Twinge from it.
"Live Louder"
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