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 Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:39 pm
The rundown of every event that had happened to Quinn in the last few hours felt kind of boring to listen to, and she kept eyeing the bottle on the table in distraction. But when he repeated his refusal in the end, he had her full attention again, with a full piercing glare. "I get it, okay? I'm just saying, it seemed like that was where this night was going. You could be a little flattered, at least. No need to crush my ego completely." Which was actually impossible, but she left that fact out. "I, however, am just fine. You made a mistake." She flopped back, head hitting the bed once more. "I wasn't in that corner because I needed someone to talk to. I don't need anyone to talk to. In fact, I hate talking." That was surprising, considering all the words she'd just said. "If I could, I would be alone forever. Except then I really would be sex-starved, and it's clear where that's already led me, isn't it." In a strange Hunters bedroom, drunk, and denied. Magical. "So no. I don't have anything to talk to. Just hand me the bottle, and I'll do you the favor of making myself pass out."
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 12:47 am
He sighed. "It was not meant to be a blow to your ego in the slightest." But quinn had a sinking suspicion she wouldn't believe that. "You are cute, when your not glaring at me that is. " Which she seemed to be doing a lot during this conversation. "Being alone forever seems rather sad, but it's your choice in the end." This conversation really was not taking a good turn of events. In the end he heaved himself to his feet and went over to grab the bottle. Staring at it briefly, he ended up taking a swig of it himself. He normally found himself able to get along with people, but Maebl was a totally different story. "Fine, here. Drown whatever your currently feeling in booze. " he wished he could say he was sorry for caring, but he kept his lips sealed. Quinn handed her the bottle. At the same time, he turned around and went to go grab those bamboo mats from under the bed he found on the beach the other day. He was going to have a very, very uncomfrortable night. nio love so i might have tagged u anyways
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 3:08 am
"Heeey." Still lying down, she watched him drink from the bottle himself, but she didn't have long to complain about it. He handed her the bottle, and she sat up to take it, her hands wrapping around it in delight. Her head swam from sitting up, and she tried to remedy the feeling by drinking more. Once the liquor slid down her throat, even the burn and taste of it did not distract her from the fact that she wasn't that far from her goal already. "Thanks, buddy." She blurted out. "I feel like I need to sing some.. sailor.. songs right now with the way I'm going. Yo.. ho.. yo ho, and a bottle of-" She looked at the label. "-Vodka. s**t. I've been drinking vodka." She took another swig to celebrate.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:38 pm
That explained a lot, actually. He said sticking his tongue out slightly, still feeling the burn of the alcohol down his throat. The fact that he hadn't read the bottle himself while he was holding it meant even more to him. Maybe his tolerance wasn't as great as he thought? He shook his head, the world spun a little. "Vodka huh? Did you drink the majority bottle yourself?" He asked about the contents missing, forgetting he too also had at least two drinks from it. Instead he made a 'oof' noise as he flopped onto the floor on top of the mats. nio love Sorry for the lag, school kicking my butt this week.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 5:07 pm
Maebe held the bottle up and peered at it through one eye, with the other one closed. There wasn't much remaining. She tried to remember if she'd been the only one to drink from the bottle, and instead remembered how purple the elephants look in the morning. "If I drank this entire bottle myself, I'd probably be dead." She informed him. "Sooo.. am I dead?" She rolled off of the bed and fell face first onto the floor. "Quick. Check my pulse."
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 6:32 pm
At this point Quinn wasn't really focusing too well. If HE had such a little dose of the clear liquid, and she was chugging it like water... No wonder she was drunk. All he remembered was hearing the word 'dead' before there was a rather unceremonious THUMP on his floor. "Oh crap." He scrambled over, a little wobbly. Even if he was feeling a bit flushed he was no where near her levels. Still, he loomed over her, and was about to do as she asked. And she spoke again. Somewhere inside he sighed. Still he was reaching out, and placed a finger on the side of her exposed wrist, pretending to take a pulse. "....yup. P sure your dead."
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 6:51 pm
Her hand wrapped around his wrist, and tugged him down until he was on the floor beside her. Then she turned just her head, and stared creepily. "CPR." It sounded like a demand from a corpse.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 7:40 pm
Movement, and he too suddenly found himself making a familiar THUNK, though not as loud, noise as he hit the floor. He stared at her, dazed, for the briefest of moments. Quinn soon found himself smiling, and even maybe laughing a little, but that was besides the point. "...Maebl, your drunk..." And i am tipsy. And your voice sounds weird... he added mentally. With his arm that was not crushed under him, he reached up and poked her nose. "You should sleep, bottles almost empty."
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 3:49 am
Quinn was captain of the obvious ship. Maebe stared at him for a moment, and in a candid drunken choice, decided to tell him the truth. "My name's Maebe." She whispered, right after her poked her nose. "I'm sorry for lying." Then she curled up under his arm, and groaned. This was exactly where she was going to pass out for the night.
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 3:43 pm
He froze, and resisted the urge to slap his forehead. Maebl... Maebe. It was all so close and yet he didn't see it. He was normally a lot more observant that that. Well, s**t. With a sigh, "It's okay." He whispered, too tired to really care; the slight alcohol in his system was making him sleepy as well. Quinn tended to get tired when he had a little bit of booze. Though if you got him drunk enough he has been told by others he was 'interesting' afterwords. Whatever that meant. He really needed to have a talk with Shiloh. Only when she started to settle in did he realize two things. A: He doubted he could move with her curled up so close next to him. and B: ... He really didn't want to move, either. Flicking his eyes towards his bed, he reached up and tugged at the blanket until it too fell on top of them. "Goodnight, Maebe."
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