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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:47 am
Jerry gave a squeak, hugging his guitar corpse tighter as he took a few steps back. "R-robert, it's... it's not that important, we sh-should just go..." He wasn't sure what sort of greeting that was, but clearly Miss Clarice was expecting someone else. "I d-don't want to bother anyone, just calm down.." He looked on the verge of tears again.
Maybe they could go for a swim out in the ocean, he thought absently. Yeah. Yeah that'd be good. And maybe a shark would eat him. That sounded a lot better than harassing Clarice.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:05 am
Amused, Clerise swung her feet back and forth as the other woman downed a drink and sauntered to the door, red eyes glued to her a** as it sashayed away. Clerise drunk her own, the steam and the alcohol starting to affect her a wee bit.
"Who was it?" Clerise asked, voice raised-- sliding to her feet, unaware of exactly how loud she was being. She blinked as a muffled voice through the door demanded that it be opened. Leaning against the wall, she giggled a bit, muscles so relaxed that she was a wee bit wobbly.
Not because of the drink.
Oh no.
"Who is that, anyway?" Clerise crooned, lolling her head back against the wall, cheeks flushed just a little bit pink. "Sounds...familiar."
A heartbeat of hesitation, and-- "OI. WHO'S OUT THERE."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:13 am
Storming into the bathroom, Clarice rolled her eyes and replied, "Ugliest Girl Scouts ever. They didn't even have cookies." The pounding at her door continued, and she wondered how long it would take for Morris to go the ******** away.
...
Way too long.
And had that been Jerry? Why was Jerry here instead of with Candace? Had something gone wrong? Oh god what if someone had slipped something experimental into that gift basket she had given him?
"s**t, okay, be right back."
Storming right back to the the front door, she flung it open and snapped out, "Alright, what's wrong?"
This had better be good.
Or at least dire.
Life and death s**t.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:16 am
He kept pounding until she opened the door. Then he leaned, far too heavily, into it, and gave her a completely inebriated grin.
"Hey, sugar. We got a problem, okay?" He leaned in, which hopefully did not make her punch him, and whispered something in her ear. When he pulled away, his grin was gone, and he was looking at her meaningfully.
"Now, I know you got the good stuff. And somebody needs it real bad. So stop being so selfish and-"
...
His eyes widened as he realized he heard another woman's voice screaming from inside the room, and his wide, cocky grin returned.
"Claaariiice.."
He sounded impressed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:46 am
"No cookies," Clerise repeated, sounding depressed. "********, I want some goddamned cookies. Candace ate all the ********' dough, though," she said with a laugh in her voice-- and then she noticed that uh. Clarice had walked back out to greet whoever it was.
So.
The redheaded followed suit, trailing after Clarice, bare feet padding against the carpet. The acrobat was faced with a Robert that was rather up in Clarice's face, some poor boy who she didn't know, and a wee bit of confusion on her end.
"Hey strongman! Was that you makin' all the ******** racket? Does Petra there need it as bad as I do for my hot date, because weee," she says, exaggerated with some eyebrow waggling, "were preoccupied."
That WAS Petra, right? She had assumed Petra was a GIRL, but hey. Valentine's Day, two of them together, Clerise not knowing poor, poor Jerry-- how was she to know who was who?
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:59 am
The whispered bit of info kept Robert from learning a swift, painful lesson in personal space, and had Clarice turning to give Jerry a look that was entirely too sympathetic. She didn't go give him a hug because well...towel, but she did open the door with a sigh, "Come on in."
Six years with H and it was still the same old song and dance. Hot woman? The right kind of smart or the fun kind of dumb? Want. The woman already had a significant other? <******** a*****e.
Here eyes slid back to Clerise, and her lips quirked into a small, wry smile, "Valentine's booze run. Can't say I blame them." The smile dropped when she looked back to Robert, "Much."
She closed the door behind them, and began walking back to the bathroom, already doing a mental inventory on what was currently stocked in there. "So what are your preferences?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 2:09 am
With a sigh of relief, he slumped off the door frame he was leaning against, and he stepped inside, just one step to see Clerise waiting there. ********, he loved his division. So. Much. Silently thanking H for being a ******** pervert and always recruiting the hot girls, he dragged Jerry inside and closed the door behind him.
"Beer if you got it for me, and this piece of s**t probably needs something harder. Maybe something smooth, he is kind of a pansy. Not fruity though. We're gonna put some hair on his chest tonight." He gave Clerise a lewd glance and waggled his eyebrows. "Looks like you ladies could have put some hair on my chest tonight, if you'd invited me to your little party. Why you gotta be so selfish with the love, girls?"
He made a visible pout, before flopping down right in front of Clerise, lying on the floor, and poking at her toes with his fingers. If anything said 'trying to have sex with you', this little maneuver was not it. Robert really wasn't trying to get in either woman's pants, but that was his little secret, and as far as any hot woman knew, they were always welcome.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:18 am
Jerry drifted in like a ghost, his face about as white as one. He couldn't meet either woman in the eye, but as that dreadful C-Word was uttered by Clarice's guest, his cheek smooshed against the neck of the guitar and he staggered to the floor as well, curling up with the horrible cracked and maimed instrument as though it was his love lost. "I... I w-was g-getting better I thought... I thought... she... she was helping me. I thought..." Aaaaaand he was crying again. Booze needed, stat. "To-to-today of all d-d-days...!!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:09 pm
"OOhhh." Booze runs she could understand. Alcohol was a language she could speak, rather fluently. She giggled as Robert poked at her toes, wiggling them. "Gross," she said, pushing at his shoulder, kicking him away, careful to to.
You know. Reveal her bits.
The redhead opened her mouth to speak-- but, uh.
Then the new kid started sniveling all over the place.
"Why is Petra crying?" She was so confused. "Helping you WHAT? Are you sick or something?" Lurching to her feet, Clerise made her way to where Jerry was, and moved to sit on her knees in front him, watching him weep not so gently against his guitar.
With a single finger, she poked his forehead. "HeellllO?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 7:09 pm
It didn't seem like this would be a quick in and out, so Clarice opened the bathroom closet an grabbed a couple bathrobes. Replacing her towel with the slightly more appropriate robe, she selected a few items from the minifridge and gave the steam bath a look of utter longing.
Damnit H.
Returning to see everyone on her floor and Jerry crying, Clarice paused to consider why her boss hadn't just gone for the strip-o-gram again this year. Not that she didn't appreciate crying boyfriends
on her doorstep. It's just that she really didn't appreciate crying boyfriends on her goddamn doorstep.
Sighing she dropped a can of PBR on Robert, a bathrobe on Clerise, and sat down next to Jerry. Carefully placing the sake set and a bottle if Scotch out of tearful flailing range, Clarice proceeded to stare awkwardly at the man beside her. Eventually this led to hesitantly patting his back, "You tried your best guy, and she seemed really satisfied?" Of course she was screwing two guys at the time so that wasn't saying much. Suddenly feeling even more awkward Clarice poured herself another drink.
Goddamnit Candace.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 8:04 pm
Robert was totally not looking, so Clerise was safe. When she called Jerry Petra, however, Robert's eyebrow quirked up and he stared at her lopsidedly.
"The ********..? Petra's my girlfriend, dumbass. She's back in her room, sleeping off what I did to her this morning. Stop talking the stupid."
A rush of air left him as the can hit his stomach, and he cranked it open and sat up, guzzling it down without coming up for air. When he was done, he crushed the can against his head, and let out a bellowed roar.
Robert was a man. In case anyone was wondering.
"It ain't about satisfaction. It's about stupidity. And some chicks are just stupid. You know," His voice took on a higher note when he turned and waggled a finger at Clarice. "What's with you girls anyway? Like, sometimes, I don't get it, I don't get you. It takes so much work to get you to spread your legs, but then you turn around and cheat on a good man when you got one, like, can't you make up your mind?"
Yes, Robert. Blaming all of womankind on this was a good idea.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:19 am
Jerry groaned, retreating more behind the broken guitar as he was poked. He was too drunk to put up with that sort of treatment, but too sober and depressed to actually do anything about it. "L-leave me alone...!" He hissed, sniffling before blinking through his tear-stained glasses to the bottle that was offered like an offered treat to make him crawl out of his hole.
Yes. Scotch would definitely help matters. All of the scotch. Swallowing thickly, he didn't bother borrowing a sake glass to pour himself a polite drink, he was beyond niceties and proper etiquette, as well as lacking the coordination just then and simply popped the cap and took a long swig.
At least it looked like he was done crying once the bottle was lowered, a grim look on his usually so cheerful features as he glanced to his 'adviser'. "I... I n-never even... got the chance." He sighed, "I d-don't know. I guess... I guess she was just... trying to take the pressure off. I guess." His head hung as he shifted to sit more comfortably, the ruined instrument now on his lap as he cradled the bottle instead.
Another swig and he was wobbling. "It's just... it's jusst stupid. All. All ********>" and he was proud of himself for getting the profanity out, "stupid. I... I... I... I p-pour my heart into her and she goes... she goes and does that and it's like... it's like I didn't even matter, like I was just... just a tool or... or I dunno... a... a ... a PET!" He sputtered bitterly. "This.... this is why I never had a girlfriend before," He grunted as though that explained it entirely. "Just... just... just... they're just... they're all whores!"
He wobbled where he sat for a moment before blinking to the two ladies in the room, his face flushing hotly, "P-p-present company excluded, of course."
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:27 am
It was interesting to Clerise's tipsy mind how...droll this all seemed to Clarice. Like she'd seen it a dozen times at the least-- compassionate but...well. Kind of distant, and rather efficient.
"Whaateverr, strongman, I didn't know! You talk 'bout Petra constantly and then I just never met her, or...whoever...this is." She resisted the urge to poke him again, given how unkindly he'd taken to it.
As Robert rambled on about the evils of the female sex, Clerise just snorted and rolled her eyes.
"SOME women." She stood, stomping over to Robert and kicking him square in the knee. He was drunk, so it wasn't like he'd feel it anyway. "It doesn't take any work to spread my legs, but for the bitches that are prudish, who cares? And I think more dudes cheat, anyway." The redhead shrugged, wishing she had brought the sake bottle with her. Instead, she held her cup out at Clarice, shaking it a bit.
"Gimme gimme?"
When Jerry joined in, she decided she'd spare him the kneekicks, considering how distraught the tiny guy was. "Nah, calling me a whore is a pretty accurate statement, so let it all out if it makes you feel better."
Her best attempt at sympathy or. Uh. ...Something like it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:49 am
After seeing Roberts little show of manliness, it wasn't any surprise that his stupid carried over into what he said next. What was surprising was how hurt and disappointed she felt to hear him say that s**t, drunk of not. Frowning, she refrained from asking Robert if H was ******** Petra as well, which was likely for the best. Instead she eventually just looked away, giving Robert a softly murmured, "Thanks, you know me so well," and flinching a bit Jerry's addition.
She poured carefully for Clerise, and another for herself, as the only thing shaky about her at this moment was her smile and tolerance for the a*****e and the sobbing mess making themselves at home on her carpet. Another drink and Clarice tried again with Jerry, gently rubbing circles on his back with her hand because it seemed like a valid approach to being at least semi-comforting.
"Jerry, of course you matter. And not just as some kind of pet, okay? I've been with him a long time, and there are things that you offer that he can't, or just won't. If Candace doesn't realize that yet, she will soon enough."
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 2:02 am
Jerry wobbled, his back shuddering as he finally registered the dull movements. The alcohol had hit him again, and hard, swaying as he took in her words of comfort. So nice she was so nice to him and yeah, yeah, what she said was true, Candace was a b***h yeah he said it a b***h and and and Clarice was being so nice to him and she was so pretty. There was a loud TWANG as the B string finally gave in, snapping as the E string had when he had taken his rage out on the poor guitar.
He blinked, slowly, and suddenly leaned in to press his lips against her's.
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