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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 6:55 am
"Yes, but also not when the other party is smashed up drunk." He said folding his arms. "And, yeah, you can drink when you wana but to be honest most times I've seen someone get this drunk they've been trying to drown something or wash it away. So… I'll ask again, are you okay? He grabbed his chair and pulled it up beside the bed. "I'll absolutely do the tattoo, I think I'd look, well, pretty damn good, but not right now. You WOULD bleed a lot, and you might regret it."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 7:44 am
"I'm fiiiiiine. NOW." Because goldfish. She was going to eat the whole package too if he didn't stop her. "Whateveeeer... what a drag." Cee was behaving like a child almost. All she wanted was a tattoo. Now she was getting cross examined. She barely knew this guy, why would she talk about things she barely told her friends? But... she didn't want to get up yet. Leave the crackers to absorb some alcohol and then she'd be on her way. "Are you okay?" The brunette countered difficultly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 7:54 am
"Oh yeah, I especially dig fake hauntings by crazy americans and the being speared by crazy homicidal shadow ghosts right off the bat have been bloody amazing." He gave a fake smile and then sighed. "Seriously though, yeah I'm ok… could be a lot worse right?" "I'll draw the damn thing on if it will make you stop pouting."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 8:00 am
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.." She threw a goldfish at his face. "Dat's jus' Deus." Well the haunting was her Ever, but still. "Yes.. yes.." Cee rolled onto her side and yanked her shirt up, then realizing she'd have to take off her bra to have it drawn where she wanted, she instead offered her arm. "Practice on my arm firs... so I know I kin trust ya." Her drunk stink-eye game was strong. She was also still laying on the bed and just sort of rolling around. (Crumbs in your blankets oops.)
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 8:07 am
He swatted at the goldfish which went skittering across the floor and under the desk. He sighed, knowing he'd have to retrieve it later. "You're serious." He laughed. "I did some of my own tattoos you know." Never the less he pulled a ball-point pen off the desk and made a few marks on some scraps of paper before he took hold of her arm and carefully adjusted it. Free hand it was then, and at least pens didn't vibrate and numb your fingers. "What kind of design do you want?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 8:13 am
"A sad eyed puppy.." She said, munching on her back with eyes barely open. "Wit freckles and a lip ring. Wait no." She sighed. "A tribal p***s."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 8:18 am
"…A-huh." He said after a moment. "With or without a trim." He asked with a forced smile on his face. "Maybe the sad eyed puppy could be chewing on it."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 8:22 am
Cee snorted, "No no ferget the sad puppy." Though Paige as a puppy would probably bite any p***s that came near her. "Tribal j**z.. I wan'it shootin tribal j**z." Her head rolled to the side, "You wanna bang or make out er anything?" It was said casually, almost sleepily.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 9:37 am
He gave an exclamation that was by no means English, staring at her before shaking his head. "Thanks but no, can't draw tribal dongs and their ejaculate on top of your fine offer. Try me when you're sober." He started sketching on her offered arm.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 9:55 am
She muttered something about 'men being ******** pussies' but it was lost to her continual munching as well as laziness. Her lips barely moved. Gradually he would realize her crunching had slowed and then stopped. The drawing on her arm, gentle light ink strokes, had lulled her into a gentle nap.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 10:35 am
The corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. He carefully leaned over her and penned on, just under her nose in a sort of fine calligraphic, mustache shaped script. "drunk" Then ever so casually returned to her actually 'requested" design. Part of him hoped she might sleep off the better part of the booze, but he wasn't sure how much faith to have in the weapon's restorative talents.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 10:40 am
it was close to a cat nap because within 20 minutes she's jolted slightly, a full body tremor that had her tensing and jumping slightly where she lay. "Huh..?" Cee sat up, blinked groggily at Zac, then her arm, and then back. "Oh. You done yet?" Her head lay back one more time.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 10:55 am
"Just about." He assured her, still penning in the shapes and lines he'd used to define the rediculous thing. "Not quite sure how this proves I can tattoo lace, but whatever floats your boat. How is your buzz?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 11:21 am
She didn't exactly remember asking him to draw on her but that had been a full 20 minutes ago and a nap in between. "Fine.." She was still buzzed, no longer wasted, but already questioning why she was here. It seemed like the nap had shifted her mood to the cranky. "I needa pee." She sat up, not paying attention to the fact he was still drawing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 11:26 am
He released her arm and eyed her cautiously - a touch unsure if cranky meant 'sober enough not to pee on his floor like some barbarian. "Need asprin while you're at it?" He offered, then remembered to try and nudge his cheep vodka a little further out of what he thought was plain sight.
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