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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:42 pm
She sipped at her beer and signaled for a waiter to bring them a pitcher of whatever was on tap. She honestly didn't care and didn't think he did either at this point. If he could taste anything. She doubted it. She took another sip and looked sideways at him, pouring him a refill when the pitcher arrived. Full pitchers and drunken hands did not mix. Sure she was enabling him but she'd never seen him drunk before so what was the harm in it once?
"I'm not drinking a pitcher, Tony. It's not a good idea."
When he responded about singing she grinned, thinking of a few things she could torture him with. She never promised to be kind while he was drunk, either. Being mischievous appealed to her. Especially with a willing victim. She grinned. Hadn't he figured out that she wasn't paying attention to anyone else? She was here with him. To hell with what they thought of her performances. They were friends and enjoying time together. That's what friends did.
"I already put in a slip for a duet. And one for you alone. They'll call your name when it's time."
She was looking forward to it knowing she could probably push him a little and work the charming magic to get him onstage. He wasn't likely to oppose her while intoxicated. Or about as strongly as he protested coming here which she could overcome and had. She turned and smiled at him, catching his eyes with hers.
"Are you having fun?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:10 am
Tony laughed.
"Why isn't it a good idea? You don't like having fun? You had plenty of it up on the stage, and you seemed to enjoy yourself. I think it would be a good idea." He grinned at her.
He wasn't sharing his problems, and he wasn't dwelling on them. he didn't want to drag her into it, and since the night was going so well now all he wanted to do was keep the good times rolling.
Hey maybe he could sing that.
"You're making me sing alone? I'd rather just do one with you," he laughed, though he did feel slightly bashful. Still, he was in it now and he'd do it when they called his name. It wasn't like he was the only heart broken drunk guy in the place, right?
When she asked him if he was having fun he nodded his head, putting his already well drained glass down on the table. He was pushing his limits now. "A lot of fun," he said, trying not to slur. "Are you?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:27 am
"Actually I really am. With everything that's happened recently I haven't been out in a long time. It's nice to have some fun."
She meant that. He'd been her biggest supporter during Harmony's absence and now she knew why. And shared his secret. It was nice to feel free from burdens and not have that heaviness on her heart. In fact, things were going rather well altogether. Even her new thing with Dave seemed to be going well. But she wondered if she could do something like this with Dave. If this was even up his alley more than art shows and concerts.
"You know why it wouldn't be a good idea for me to do some heavy drinking." she sighed, wondering why these feelings had to be so pesky as to ruin a perfectly good night out. She wanted to have fun with him and cut loose as much as he seemed to want her to. She'd been as content not to bring it up as he was not to bring up Suri and his news. He was right though, she had enjoyed herself on stage. "One of us has to be in our right minds, right?"
Did he not remember the library and a tense few seconds between them? She eyed her glass of beer with a torn expression. He seemed ok with the idea but he'd be ok with just about anything right now. She knew the reasons why she shouldn't and why she could. Both were tempting. Only one would keep her complication free. <******** it."
She grabbed her glass and drained it dry before pouring herself another. Given a few minutes she'd start being light headed. She was a giggly flirty drunk and perhaps just what the doctor ordered for heartbreak. She was pretty, after all, and fun. She poured herself another glass, emptying the pitcher which was good cause he seemed very sloshy.
"Dare me?"
If she chugged this they could cut the time in half for her drunkenness. She was still a light weight. With any luck, though, and no further alcohol, she could sober up most of the way in the two or three hours they had left at the bar. That was with any luck. There was no telling with him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:27 am
Tony smiled. He had been out a few times, but he couldn't remember it being this fun. Maybe because things always got serious, or he hadn't needed the escape as badly as he did now. It was more potent, then, because he needed it and wanted it.
He was glad to hear she was enjoying herself, though. It just made his mood pick up more.
When she made to join him in the bliss of drunker stupor he laughed and clapped his hands together in approval, nodding his head, then reaching for his own glass. He drank down what he could without, stopping just short of losing his legs from under him and forgetting which direction the sky was. She had finished the last of their shared drink, though, and he nodded his head when she asked him if he dared her.
Of course, as she suspected, he would agree to just about anything at this point.
"Do it, come on. It'll make our duet so much better," he laughed, rowdy and cheerful. He was not a quiet, giggly drunk tonight. No, he was there to have fun, and that was just what he would do. Every one and everything else be damned.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:37 am
"Oh, God! I'm in trouble!"
She smiled and chugged the beer, not liking the taste of it much but the effect it would have on her was desired. When the glass was empty she set it down and started to feel a little light headed. She propped herself up a little better on her seat and closed her eyes. Nothing was spinning quite yet but she didn't doubt it would in a few minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, that was a sober performance. It was flirty and open without the alcohol. With the added inebriation it was bound to be something altogether different.
Thankfully, though, she could still carry a tune while drunk. Also, thankfully, she wouldn't be falling down drunk. Not nearly as bad as he was at any rate. His eyes were glassy and her heartbeat was racing. She leaned on his shoulder and let the toxins work their way into her blood to get her good and hopped up. She should have ordered food. Quick, focus. Something starchy to soak up the liquor. But what? Pizza was too greasy. Cheesy bread? Nachos certainly wouldn't help.
Damnit. She should have eaten before and now it was too late.
She opened her mouth to say something to him when their names were called. She'd put in for Journey's "Don't Stop Believin." cause it was fun and because she knew it backwards and forwards. She held his hand, who would need help, and walked toward the stage. Thankfully they were not the only drunk people here or she might have been embarrassed. This time, though, she wasn't as confident walking on stage. She didn't stumble, thank God, but she was certainly feeling the effects.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:08 pm
"I like trouble," Tony said with a devious grin. It was not an expression he often flashed around, and usually only surfaced when he was nearing fall down drunk status. And he was certainly in the danger zone, wobbling as he was.
But the danger zone was the best part of drinking, he found. No inhibitions, no cares, no worries, and no memories when he woke up if he was really lucky. Sure, he'd have a headache, but all those other factors made him distinctly incapable of caring about that eventual consequence.
When he heard his name he was confused, forgetting that she had said something about putting their names in for the singing thing. He looked at her, then grabbed her wrist as the crowd began to beckon them. He followed her to the stage and looked at the small, drunken crowd that mostly didn't care what they did, just watching in the hopes that something funny or amazing would happen.
The music began and Tony missed his cue, looking at Kyndall in a stupor.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:47 pm
Kyndall immediately burst into peels of laughter when he missed his cue and putting her hand on his arm. She was feeling very light-hearted and very inhibitionless. Freedom. She thought that was what the word was called. Alcohol sometimes equaled freedom. The laughter echoed through her microphone. She could sing this song in her sleep if she were so inclined so singing it a little drunk wasn't a challenge.
She didn't miss her cue, picking up the melody easily enough. She was still on tone but she chose this song because it was just fun. It didn't require anything of her but to sing and feel joy. Black Velvet demanded a performance, sultry and smooth. This was nothing like that. Maybe he'd join in on the chorus. If not he'd just stand there and she'd sing it all. Either way, it didn't matter. He made her happy just being there with her.
The crowd certainly didn't care. They were all drunk or engrossed in whatever they were doing. And this was a good party song. Some people even sang along with them. She was getting to the point of being so intoxicated she was worry free and impossible to embarrass.
When the song ended she smiled, turned to him and hugged him, feeling stupidly giddy, and tried to make her way back to their table. Thankfully no one thought to bring them more beer. If they could get by without anymore alcohol she'd mellow out and he'd keep himself from being poisoned by his vice. They still might need to take a cab, though. It had been a while and was hit hard.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:35 pm
Tony watched her as she sang, frowning thoughtfully.
Of course, the song was one that was almost meant to be sung poorly by drunk people. It was a classic of the karaoke scene, even Tony knew that and he did not spend much time in bars that required vocal exercise. He watched her as she sang, seeing how happy she was, how free she was, and feeling that in himself.
He grinned and joined in through the chorus, belting out what he knew of the song and letting her pick up all the parts he didn't really know. It was one of those songs that came on the radio enough that he knew most of the words still, and didn't have to remember from his drunken youth. Still, he was not expressly musical, and even famous, classic songs were not as fully memorized for him as they might be for other people.
Good thing there was a screen with the words printed on them. And big enough for drunk, bleary eyes to still be able to stumble along with.
He caught her as they moved back to the table, the thrill of the cheers at his back, pushing him on. A new voice started and they were quickly forgotten, but Tony was still riding the high of that amount of fun. He caught her around the middle, tugging her into their corner and pressing her to the nearest wall. He leaned forward, looking down at her, close and feeling no pain.
Bending close, he kissed her without any thoughtful hesitation, no thoughts spared to consequences or the fact that he was technically in rebound. His conscience, his better senses, would remind him that he would never use anyone in this way, that there was pain he was just ignoring, that this moment was not as simple as it felt. But none of those things registered at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 10:08 pm
There wasn't a lot of warning before he grabbed her and even as he pressed her back to the cold bar wall she wasn't sure what he was up to. It was like a drunken dream and for a second she believed she was fantasizing again. She did it sometimes around him, lost in whatever romantic haze she found herself in at the moment. But the press of his lips was all too real against her own. She made a small sound and sank against him.
Her lips crushed to his and her arms wound themselves around his neck. She was fairly drunk, though he was worse off than she was, and gave into temptation for a few long passionate moments. Nothing about this was how she imagined, the drunken high taking away from the beauty of the moment. It was rather like when she kissed Camelot - it would be explained away and put on a shelf when they came to their senses.
And then she remembered his girlfriend.
"Oh! Christ! Girlfriend. No."
She pulled herself out of his grip. She was many things, some of them bad, but homewrecker was not among them. They hadn't spoken of Suri much but she wasn't going to come between them in a fit of drunken...whatever this was. Her violet eyes clearly looked into his, sobering somewhat from shock and shame. But God, it had felt so good!
Funny how she didn't think of Dave at all.
"Tony, I can't. You're drunk and even if I wouldn't be taking advantage of that you have a girlfriend. I want to. I just can't."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 10:15 pm
"You're not," he assured, shaking his head. "You're not taking advantage over anything." He hadn't said it the way he wanted to, words sort of falling over themselves and forcing him to make very limited sense but he was trying his best. He looked at her, shaking his head again, taking a deep, shaking breath.
"I don't have a girlfriend," he breathed.
And there it was. The source of his drunken escapades, the reason why she found him drinking alone at home in the first place. It felt so trivial, so stupid. Such a thing for a knight to get so hung up on was hardly becoming. It made him feel weak, pathetic, and hopeless.
he looked at her, shaking his head, but letting her go. he stayed close, but not as close as before.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill the buzz," he grunted, watching her with bleary, glossy eyes. There was pain there now, though, where there hadn't been before.
Not even alcohol could protect him from what hurt completely.
"I think we need more beer," he said, wobbling away from her again, retreating in more sense then one.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 10:34 pm
"Oh, Tony, I'm sorry."
That was probably the last thing on Earth he wanted to hear but she was. And she felt slightly better knowing she hadn't helped him cheat on his girlfriend. She put her hand in his and tried to smile up at him though she saw what he'd been trying to hide all night. The pain. She didn't think it was trivial, weak, or stupid. He'd obviously cared for Suri, very much. He was human and subject to hearache, same as anyone else.
She tugged him to her and held onto him for long minutes, not saying much of anything. She thought maybe he could use a hug more than beer. She'd have taken him home but didn't think rebounding would be all that good for him, either. Suddenly the bar dulled and she wasn't feeling as bouncy as she was only seconds earlier. The noise behind them now sounded like distraction and irritated her. She let him go and listened to his thoughts.
She knew above all that more beer wasn't going to help him and shook her head against the suggestion.
"You haven't killed anything." Heaven forbid he realize she liked kissing him. In this state would he suspect? "Tony, maybe I should get you home and get you to bed. We can go home, talk, have some tea. Whatever you want."
Well, maybe not whatever he wanted. She didn't think he'd be too pleased with himself for a one night stand in a drunken pain filled stupor. He was more honorable than that.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 10:43 pm
"Maybe we should just go home and go to bed, and skip the talking bit," he grinned at her, but it faded. She was right, in the end, in her thoughts of his honor. He shook his head, his youthful vigor passing and a feeling of weariness settling over him.
He sighed.
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant to say. I should go home. Yeah, I'm very... I'm pretty drunk. I should go home and sleep. And... go home." He frowned at the floor, then looked at her. The hug had helped, at least giving him a bit more sense to draw from than the booze alone. More alcohol wasn't going to solve the problem.
His eyes lifted from the floor to settle on her. He smiled very softly.
"Thank you... for being here."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 11:26 pm
"I'd screw you senseless if I thought it would help and honestly believed you wouldn't hate yourself for it in the morning."
But she didn't think either of those conditions would apply. He didn't need another warm body right now. He needed time and people there for him, people like her that honestly cared for him. Well, maybe not people lik eher. Her first thought, her first instinct, when she found out he was single had been joy. Pure, thrilling joy. She was horrified for it. He was here hurting and her first instinct was to be happy. Not for his pain, of course.
She certainly didn't want him to thank her for it.
"I'll have a cab called. I want to see you to your house."
Then she imagined she'd go home and come back for her car in the morning. The thought of powering up didn't occur to her yet. She was still fairly new in her place as a Page. She was still just a drama teacher first. She swept him into another long hug, kissing his cheek.
"I'll always be there for you. It's what we seem to do for one another."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 11:49 pm
Tony looked at her in wonder, blushing furiously at her statement. He wasn't sure how to take that, even in his drunken state. He stared at her for a long moment before he nodded his head slowly.
"I.... I see."
She was right again, though. He would not be happy with himself if he let them fall into bed together, knowing as he did that she was seeing someone, even casually, and he was hurting from a break up. He would be taking advantage of her, and that was just not in the knight's blood.
He nodded his head.
"Thank you," he said, again, and he smiled feebly. "I really appreciate your helping me... just... being my friend." He sighed, hugging her to him. He felt a little more sober now, but only because he was sad. He was still very drunk, and the cab home was probably a better idea then letting the man power up and run around.
He sat down at their table and pouted a bit, but he knew that she was true to her word. She would be there when he needed her, and was, just like he was for her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 12:19 am
Kyndall was feeling much too sober now. The beer was leaving her body and the night had lost its lustre. She let him sit a few minutes and went to pay the tab, bringing him back a mug of coffee and a mug of tea, whichever he preferred. She'd drink the other. She set them before him and rubbed his back soothingly. He'd be alright. The cab was on its way but before then she wanted to try and sober him up a bit for his own sake.
Kyndall knew something beyond doubt now, though. She wasn't being fair to Dave. He expected something to come of their seeing eachother and she was only doing it to try and prove to herself that she wasn't hung up on the man beside her.
"I'm going to stop seeing Dave." she admitted quietly, staring down into the mug he hadn't chosen. "It's not fair to him."
Three dates - a new record for her on the longish side and that didn't make her feel any better about things. She was just stuck feeling this for him until it blew over. To try and incorporate anyone else wasn't fair to them or herself. She couldn't move forward when her heart was already tethered behind. She knew it. Tony was either oblivious or chose not to acknowledge it, which was fine with her. Ever since he'd confronted her about her crush he stayed true to his word and had been her friend proving it could be done. She was grateful for that.
Someone came to tell them the cab was there and she checked to see if he was ready to go.
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