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 Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 6:02 pm
Rep was downing booze like it was going out of style and was quite happy in the settling buzz he was experiencing. "I used to drink a lot. Like erm. A lot a lot." A mixture of alcohol and soft drugs meant that it had been anyone's guess if he would have been able to remember them or his actions the next day. "Being out of my face made it really ******** easy to function. Nothing would ever bother me."
He twirled a glass with his fingers. "I only really drink alone now, only when I can't cope. I don't always like to drink with the guys in case I make a fool of myself." He didn't fancy disappointing them by losing control while drunk in one way or another. "It's good to have people to drink with."
He wasn't really concerned with disappointing Melvin, he figured the guy already held him in low enough esteem as a lout that nothing he could do would be of any surprise at all to him. "I hope I'm better than a vegetable."
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 6:10 pm
"Can't say I've had much experience being wasted out of my mind aside from the frat parties I was invited to. Why couldn't you cope before coming to Deus? You seemed like you had a lot of friends. Like, in some sort of Scottish gang?" He wasn't really sure how foreign groups of hooligans stealing money from the general public really worked. Sure, he'd seen people take drugs at parties, but he already saw weird s**t every day. Adding a narcotic to that probably would have him screaming about monsters to people he still wanted to like him and considered him normal. He took enough prescriptions anyways.
"I think your guys are fine if you did. I mean, you pretty much nearly kill people on a regular basis and they still want to ******** you. Jordan talks you up a lot too. Haven't hanged with Harrison much, but he doesn't seem like a talker." Which was fine by him. There were enough gossipers on the island as it was.
Matching Rep's pace, he gestured for his drink to be refilled and tapped his finger against his glass as he glanced back to the girls and then back to Rep. "You talk better than a vegetable and you have better taste in whiskey. Despite how frustrating you are, I don't ever mind talking to you." He ran a hand through his hair and rested it there at the back of his neck. "Probably good I got out anyways." With his glass filled, he resumed drinking and was entertaining the idea of talking to the brunette more and more.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 2:20 pm
"I had a lot of like...mates man. People I like, hung out with and like, worked with. But I didnae consider them friends and they didnae really consider me that way either. I dunno why, we just never got like, close or anything, they gave me a wide berth and I gave them the same thing." He'd never noticed the way so many of the people he knew seemed to fear him rather than respect him - as if it was simply better to have him as a friend than as an enemy.
Rep didn't really appreciate the comment about him nearly killing people often, giving Melvin an irate look for it. "I don't know why they tolerate me man." But he said little else regarding them, he wasn't keen on Melvin's tone and was too drunk to be getting into a fight with him because he was touchy about his boyfriends.
He was glad he reined in the instinct as Melvin went on to say he didn't ever mind talking to him, a simple statement that made a lot of difference to him, whether he'd admit it or not. He didn't like thinking he was people's last resort or that they simply tolerated him because he forced his company upon them.
He did notice Melvin's gaze moving to the women at the bar, perceptive enough to at least pick that up and lowered his voice just a fraction. "You should go for it." he said, helpfully, taking another swig of his drink.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 2:58 pm
Melvin was used to Rep getting touchy, but that never stopped the Lifer from just saying what was on his mind anyways. At this point, the pair of them had shouted more than enough at each other about what they actually thought of each other, and yet here they were - drinking at a bar. Anyone who could tolerate Melvin's lack of tact and disregard for polite conversation was someone that he valued. The ones that got their panties in a twist just because he said what everyone already had on their mind tended to annoy him or were just fun to tease.
The amount they were both drinking paired with how quickly was helping Melvin pass over the border into drunk, and with that came that optimism that rarely happened to the Lifer. The saying "you aren't getting any younger" was almost like a hunter motto to him at this point. He'd been feeling that shadow of death on his back for ages now, and he had to change that to a feeling of living instead. The recent conversation with Rin also helped nudge him.
"You won't get lonely drinking alone if I manage to leave?" He was sure that with this many tourists about, hotels were easy enough to find. Hopefully this brunette had one they could share for a hour or so.
Finishing his glass in several large gulps, he rose up and walked past, showing no hesitation in walking over to the group of girls. He never actually got nervous around girls that much. When he was in high school, they made him fluster, but after a time, he realized that he shouldn't really care. The flustering came from thinking he'd ruin everything, but that was when he felt it was going to last longer than a night. This was a one time deal, and with that came a load off. A try, see if he hit home, and if not, well, there were other bars and other girls.
He came over and as the girls smiled, he introduced himself, no cheesy lines, and sat down. They knew why he was here, and why he didn't ignore the other girl, a slender, ebony-haired girl, he set his focus on the brunette.
Unbeknownst to him, a few guys had taken notice and did not seemed pleased and were already coming over to reclaim their girlfriends.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 3:15 pm
"It's totally fine man. I won't be drinking alone, I'm in a pub." he'd find people to speak with if he had to, normal people he could quietly look down on from the pedestal within his thoughts. Better than them. He felt good. Happy. It was a familiar feeling as lingering hurt and upset dropped away, leaving nothing but confidence in its wake, he felt like he could quite happily take on the world. His doubts and fears were nothing at all. "No better way to end a night out than some fun."
He watched the blonde man head over to the small group of women he'd been eyeing before and smirked to himself. Said smirk softened into mild bemusement at the bizarre little spark of jealousy he felt.
Tracey said.
The ambience of the bar washed effortlessly over him as he returned to polishing off another glass - he was losing track of how many he'd had. There was movement nearby and he blearily watched some hostile guys heading due Melvin.
He slowly finished off his drink and picked up the tumbler, the low purr of old instincts making themselves known in his thoughts.
Tracey said, paying just as close attention to Rep as he was paying to the men in the bar.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 3:57 pm
The girl's name was Monica, and her friend was Tressa. They were both here with a art group that, deciding to break away from the set guides for their school, decided to come here on their own and backpack around.
"We've already been a few places. I wanted to go to India this year, but Denice won the draw and we came here instead." She said, sipping her beer and smiling. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm.." He tried not to hesitate. "..on leave and my friend wanted to show me around. Just enjoying some good whiskey and good company before I have to head back."
The girls seemed impressed to be dealing with someone they thought were in the military. Well, Monica was impressed. Tressa was a bit huffy about it. "I never liked war." She commented, and Monica waved it off.
"No one likes war." Melvin commented, and smiled to Monica just as he was about to order another whiskey. He was about to ask her where they were staying when he noticed both girls looking past him. Before he could turn, he felt his seat yanked back.
"Ey! What you think you're doing?" The question was confusing to someone who's head was swimming with liquor, and standing up, he braced himself on the table with touching it as little as possible (it looked as disgusting as the door outside), and looked up. The men in question were built, dressed nice, and had the sort of look that said they had a lot of time that luxury afforded them. Not metrosexual, though the guy on the left was pushing it a bit, but something you'd expect to see in a foreign ski club. He could hear 80s music kicking in his head and smiled.
"Talkin." Melvin said, looking at the guys, debating if he could dodge out or not. They were already closing around, and he felt the sort of familiar dread that came with not being the most built guy and having the worst luck.
*Laughing* You are the dumbest.
He was spooked to hear Saliva, forgetting she was even here with him. Just that reminded him that he hadn't completely escaped the island.
"I've been in worse." He slurred aloud, causing the men to think he was talking to them.
"Yeah, well let's change that."
It was weird, but the hit to his face didn't hurt as much as he thought it should have, mainly because he felt he should have died. Instead, he bumped the back of the table and looked slightly shocked. It seemed it was shared as the other guys felt that the twig of a man should have flew over the table just as Melvin imagined he should have too.
"You're not just human. You have me. Remember the polar bear?"
That was right. The polar bear hadn't been a Halloween monster, but a creature from the real world that he shouldn't have been able to win against.
It was hard to even phantom, but in this new world where everything was turned on it's side, he somehow was, dare he think it, rather strong?
Touching his eyes, he looked at the blood on his gloves, a cut from a ring he noticed on the boyfriend's hand. He looked at it in disbelief, and then started laughing. How the hell was he alive?! It was like he got some sort of weird powerup. A twiggy little guy like him wasn't going to get beaten up in a fight? He didn't know exactly what to do from here on out.
The other's did, and a fist was raised again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:23 pm
Rep watched Melvin hit it off with the women pretty decently, completely unaware that he was in the sights of slightly less friendly people nearby. He'd managed to pick a fight with what Rep would class as a group of toffs and the redhead found it quite frankly hilarious. He was drunk enough at this point to even laugh out loud about it, propping his chin up on his hand.
The hilarity came to an end though as the angry guy took Melvin's arrogance as a challenge and punched him right in the the ********." he said, slouching off the bar stool as the life hunter barely even flinched. The rest of the bar knew what a good ******** bar brawl meant and many of the patrons were already on their feet just waiting for a stray swing, a kicked table, anything to turn this into a full scale rammy. The bartender was already telling people to take it outside but no one was listening.
"This... this isnae gaunnae end well." he said grimly, and staggering just a bit as the room reeled - he'd had maybe a little too much for his tolerance - he hadn't drank in a long time.
He shoved one of the guys. Because that made sense.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:36 pm
Melvin knew another punch was coming and reached out hoping to summon his weapon.
YOU CAN'T! He could hear her panic in that he would even dare do such a thing in a public place like this, mainly for his sake of not getting on trouble. It was sad when the voice of reason at the moment was Saliva. How much had he drank?
What do I -
The swing was already coming and hit him. This time he did hit the table and his entire world was fuzzy blurs and sparks. Sore, he looked up.
PUNCH HIM!
Jerking at the sudden command, he just threw his fist and sent the other gun throw back into another table.
Watch it! You don't want to kill the guy.
Wait? What?!"
Looking over, he watched as the table where the guy had been thrown into were already up and shoving him aside, but then his friends were moving here and there. The entire place was now up on it's feet, turning over chairs.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:53 pm
He had had too much to drink.
It was almost alien to think of it, the last time he'd drank too much had been a very long time ago, before the island, back when his alcohol threshold had been far far higher. It seemed either age, time or sobriety had come to collect on him finally - he wasn't an invincible kid any more.
He was laying on felt like a sorry excuse for a bed, his stomach was in absolute rebellion, it tasted like at some point he'd thrown up.
What the ******** had happened between the fight in the bar and here? Last he remembered, s**t had kicked off and then he'd..
He sat up with a gasp, looking at his hands, dreading the smattering of gore and blood he expected to be there. He could have murdered half of them without even summoning Tracey. Thankfully though, he was just ruffled and scuffed looking, there was no blood short of a small smear on his arm, hardly a lethal amount for anyone.
He hoped.
He remembered a lot of furniture being broken. A lot of it. Remembered the crunch of wood as he missed a swing, as Tracey screamed at him to stop being a moron. Remembered Melvin in the middle of a ring of angry guys.
The police when they arrived hadn't been able to hustle him to the ground. They'd only gotten him when dizzy he'd tripped and fallen. He remembered their expressions, terrified like they were dealing with someone rendered inhuman by drugs or insanity.
Tracey said with what almost seemed like delight.
They had <******** up.
He called out, his voice an absolute croak.
"Goldilocks?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:29 pm
Melvin had too much. A bottle before heading out. A few more at the bar. Maybe he had been buzzing before getting to the bar because the bottle hadn't caught up to him yet, and adding on to it. He prided himself on his tolerance, but when was the last time he actually got drunk? He didn't even drink much during the parties he threw.
The voice stirred him more than the name, and the cot creaked as he stirred. Ugh. Everything still felt rather bad. "...mmrrrph."
What did he do?
He rolled on his back, feeling sore. He'd gotten drunk, and there was a brunette. Some guys started things, and he punched someone. Then there were more people. Lots of noise. Voices he didn't understand. Shouting from the bartender. He'd been on a table at one point. He kissed Tressa. The bar got dented.
Opening his eyes, he looked up and everything felt blurry. His one eye was warm, and he felt stiff. "********>
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:39 pm
Melvin's voice was an absolute relief to Rep, it meant at the very least he hadn't been seperated, he wouldn't end up in some ******** science facility with people wondering why he was so resilient, that at least it would be two of them trying probably to get back in touch with Deus Ex. Speaking of..
He patted his pockets hurriedly, but he didn't have his phone, he wasn't sure how long they'd been off island at this point either, probably too long. You got podded if you were missing too long, he found himself thinking with a twist of dread. He'd just wanted to be a good ******** mate and get some booze, nothing was fair.
In his panic it took him a bit to realise the ongoing problem with his vision was that he was wearing not his own but Melvin's glasses. He couldn't even remember how the ******** he'd gotten them.
"No ******** kidding. We are up s**t creek without a ******** paddle." he said grimly. "Did we....did anyone?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:44 pm
Everything was blurry, and Melvin felt he might be still drunk. Then again, he had no idea where he was or how long he'd been here. Since it was quiet, it wasn't the bar. He remembered cuffs, and held up his hands to see if he had them on. "What?" Where did his gloves go, and why did his hands look all scratched to bloody hell and back?!
Stirring, he reached out and sat up, wincing at the pain in his side before looking around. "Did we do anyone? I don't think I was that lucky." Especially seeing as he was in the middle of the fight. How quick was Rep?!
Holding his head, he looked around, noticing he was in a cell and Rep was on a cot. "Are we ..." He looked around, his throat dry and feeling acidic. "...is this jail?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:06 pm
"I meant kill anyone numbnuts." Rep groused, his head hurt in addition to everything else. He was certain, or at least he hoped with all his heart he was certain he'd never sleep with anyone else while drunk. It was too ******** important to him to keep what he had. "But I'm guessing even if we ******** did go on a killing spree neither of us would remember a thing. I don't know what the ******** was in that drink."
He squinted around them. "Looks like it. I remember these ******** blue mattresses. I spent many a ******** night in these police cells. Well no these, ones like them." he laughed. "Cleaner than my ******** house was."
"I'm assuming you don't have your phone either? They took my ******** keys too. How are we going to get home?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:17 pm
The mattress comment had him slowly rising to his feet, though he felt sick and sluggish as he did. He needed to sober up anyways and figure out what was going on. How could he be in jail? HIM, of all people? He wasn't like rep with a hard history of being a thief and co-man. He didn't do drugs. He just..
Beat the living hell out of a Jack-load of people! It was amazing
Saliva! Do you know what happened?
Well, not much. I mean, I see what you see, and you were super drunk. I could barely make out what was the ceiling and the floor at one point.
Some help you are.
They needed to get back home. There was no telling how long they had been here, and when Rep asked, Melvin started to check. He wasn't even aware something was missing aside from his gloves, and started to pat himself and check his pockets. "Ahh." He poked a finger through his shirt. "Damn. I just bought this too." Now that was ruined. Continuing to check, he breathed out. "I've got nothing. No phone. No wallet."
He touched his face a moment, bothered that there were no gloves,and hissed at how sore his face was. Then then noticed something else. "Where the hell are my glasses?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:29 pm
He wasn't wearing his shirt again, which on the island would have been entirely unremarkable, but here he'd definitely been wearing one, swinging his legs over the side of the cot he sat up and investigated it, looking for the old green shirt he'd felt was apt for the occasion. He curled his lip as he found it. Yep, he'd thrown up all right. He shook his head and left it on the floor out of the way.
"We need to get in touch with people before they start asking us names and s**t man and we get some kind of record." He didn't want Deus to have reason to remove them both permanently because re-erasing their records would be too expensive. "I should text the guys." he said, but he was absolutely miserable sounding as he said it. He just wanted to have a glass of water and go to bed.
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<<...I know.>>
He sighed heavily.
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