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 Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 10:00 pm
"Whoa, hey! Are you all right there? You can't be that pissed already, surely..."
A feeling of panic washed over the thylacine-man as he watched Newt react to the alcohol he had consumed. He hadn't even drunk one glass, and he already looked like he was either really drunk, or beginning to trip out. The memory of getting Rachel drunk came back to him and he felt quite guilty, as well as a strong sense of deja-vu. Just like that time, this was also his fault. If something bad happened to Newt, then Seth would be to blame for he had given the frog-man the booze in the first place.
"Oy, you! Get out of the water before you drown!"
Seth bounded forward, his feet squelching in the muddy riverbank as he made a grab out at Newt's hand. The ground wasn't stable, and at that point, he didn't care. His highest priority was to yank the frog-man out of the water so that he didn't drown and Seth didn't get the blame for it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 10:09 pm
"How... how... how d-DARE she!" Newt finally moaned, the bottle still clutched tightly in his hand, even as his face contorted in agony at the taste of the alchohol. Already his face was numbing, though, and he couldn't quite feel his toes. Just another drink, and maybe he wouldn't feel the sting of her rejection.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 10:16 pm
"How dare she? I'm sorry about your woman, but..."
Seth made another desperate snatch out for Newt's hand, but it was slippery and he couldn't quite grasp it properly. He did not know whether or not he was truly drunk yet or not, but he wasn't about to take any chances and just leave the frog-man in the water to drown.
"Come on mate, pull yourself together and get out of there, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 10:21 pm
Carefully, Newt hopped out from the mud to the drier bank, spilling a little of the whiskey down his front as he did so. The smell made his stomach churn, but it was already churning from the fistfull corsiing through his gullet. As each second ticked by, his tenseness seemed to fade and he flopped down into a purely froggish crouch with the bottle clutched to his chest, "How. Dare. She... I m-mean... I... I g-gave her th-that necklace! I... I m-mopped up a g-giant f-flea's s-sick to get that necklace! KrrrKIT!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 8:06 am
Seth stepped back from the frog again, seeming to be quite a bit more relieved that he was no longer in the water. He wiped his hands off on his pants, seeming to be mildly disgusted at how Newt's hands had felt.
"Heh, women are impractical," He responded as he listened to Newt's ramblings. "Never understood them, myself. You're a brave one for trying to work them out."
He seemed curious and interested in Newt's froggish stance and stared at him for longer than usual. "Just don't drink too much of that stuff, okay? You wouldn't want to end up sick, or passed out. We don't want to go getting me into trouble with the lab staff, now do we..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:20 am
But Newt wasn't listening, rumbling over all the whys and how dare shes and other miserable thoughts a man in his position went through. He instead readied himself for a second drink. It burned just as much as the first, but he was ready for it. As he lowered the bottle, though, his froggy stomach gave a terrible gurgle.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:47 am
Seth was beginning to regret offering the whiskey to Newt in the first place. This was not the first islander he had encountered that did not understand the definition of 'moderation'. Still, he left the guy alone with his drink for now. If he looked like he was going to go overboard, maybe he should take it after that...
"Things will improve and get better, you'll see." The statement was hollow and he knew it. How could things possibly get any better? Even if he did get back together with his sweetheart, he was still stuck on the island and turning into an animal person, in his case, a giant frog.
"Cheer up, okay?" Seth grinned as best as he could muster, his lips curled back to bare his teeth. It looked more like a snarl than a grin. "Maybe not now, but later. Why don't you take that bottle back to your duplex with you and sleep it off? You'll probably feel much better tomorrow."
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:59 am
"It's just... It's j-jussst n-not fair!" Newt ignored him, thoughts sloshing about in the whiskey to leak out his mouth in a sluggish sigh, "I... I'll bet you... I'll b-buh-buh-bet you anything... she's... she's w-with Th-th-thomas. She... sh-she said th-they were FRIENDS!" He gave a gasp, eyes watering a fresh, "Y-you.. y-you d-don't think... th-the whole t-time I w-was... th-that they were re-really...?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:33 pm
"Nothing is really fair," Seth sighed. He knew nothing of the people Newt were talking about and shook his head sadly, backstepping out of the way, not wanting to get splashed by the whiskey dribbling out of Newt's mouth as he spoke. "I mean, bloody hell, just look at us. Is that fair?"
He gritted his teeth and gave Newt a hopeless look as he listened to the frog-man ramble on, miserable. He moved to Newt's side and reached out to pat his back, feeling quite useless as he watched the frog cry. It was positively the weirdest thing he had seen to date, he had to admit, but what else could he do? The guy was quite upset...
"Ah come off it, mate." Seth grunted. "It's probably unlikely that your friend was dating some other bloke while you were with her. People can be friends without bein' more about it, ya know. Now cheer up and stop blubberin' like that, ey?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:14 pm
Newt sniffed, his lower lip still wobbling behind his teeth as he gave another ribbiting cough, "I... I d-don't even... m-make a ver-very good frog, huh?" Maybe if he were a better frog then the other normal frogs by the lake would like him? Or... maybe not. His head was swimming. His long toes twitched and he wobbled. "I... I th-think.... I th-think... I m-might... I'm d-drunk."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:45 pm
"I don't know much about what a frog is supposed to be like, but... damn. You look pretty bloody convincing to me. I mean, s**t, how much more convincing would you need to be there?" Seth knew the statement sounded absolutely ridiculous, but it was true.
"You're drunk already, huh? Do you feel any better?" He sighed. "If not, try drinking more. It's supposed to make things numb. At least, that's what I've found..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:53 pm
"M-more...?" He swallowed, "KrrKIT!" He stared down at the bottle but a flickering light along the rim seemed like a giant ant for just long enough for his tongue to fly out and stick to the glass, "Ah-" Oops! "hahaha..." Where did the little ant go?
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 6:24 pm
Seth was startled by the sudden movement of Newt's tongue shooting at the whiskey bottle. Instinct took over - the growing thylacine instincts inside him had never seen anything like this before, and the animal was frightened - telling him to run away immediately at the sight that it had never encountered before. Seth took three fast bounds backwards, stumbling over his own unco-ordinated feet on the last step, crashing down, landing on his butt, breaking part of his fall with his hands also.
"Bugger!" He hissed to himself as he got to his feet again, and he brushed the dirt off his paws. "Okay, maybe not..."
He sighed. "You feel better though, right? Maybe not drink any more, but feel free to keep that bottle, it's pretty good stuff. I can get tons more where that came from, plus I usually have a bit in my stash."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 6:40 pm
Newt glanced up from his bottle, tongue still stuck even as he tried to speak around it, "Aaah! M' ff'owwy I... fffk-kared woo...!" He wobbled, eyes watering again. Why was he leaving? Where was he going? Was he such a frightening fat frog monster that it scared the... the... cat... dog... whatever man away? What was he, anyway? Maybe a dog. Or a kangaroo? He didn't seem to notice the fact his tongue remained stuck to the bottle.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 7:21 pm
"No, I'm fine, really!" Seth replied in an exasperated manner. "It's just that... well, this animal really sucks. Ever since my last change, morph, whatever the bloody hell you call it... it's been making me really sprung-loaded. So, yeah, it's not you. No worries there."
The frog was crying again. Because of him this time? He didn't know whether that was because of the alcohol, or because he was initially unhappy.
"Come on, there. Stop doin' that. You'll be fine later, you'll see. Go back to your duplex, keep drinking, or just sleep it off. You'll feel better later, trust me."
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