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 Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 7:16 pm
New RP Jordan had stopped by the beach bar earlier in the day and had been killing time. He needed a drink badly, though he was more of a social drinker and a lightweight- and he'd already had three strawberry daquiries. He liked the fruity drinks most. He was feeling nice and warm all over, numb, tingly, calm at last. The more sedated he felt, the less his tummy paws moved and the less he was reminded they were even there, except for the occassional movement when his legs kicked against the barstool or his paws slid across the bar top. He was on his fourth now and was playing with some peanuts, lining them up for whatever reason, most likely boredom. He'd gone heavy with the liquor to fruit mix so he was really feeling the effects.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 7:35 pm
Richard had been drinking for most of the afternoon. It had started as just a way to break the writer's block but soon what little Scotch he had stashed in his duplex was gone. Richard really wanted to wash that encounter with Maryke out of his mind. Both the "Cat thing with boobs" comment and various visions of her and Billy kept sneaking up on his brain.
So with flask in hand, Richard was going to the beach bar, completely unware of his surroundings as he shuffled through the sand. He was dimly aware that someone else was at the bar when he sat down at the bar.
"Grab me a scotch will yah?" He fiddled with the cap of his flask.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 7:49 pm
He'd felt just terrible for hurting Kim and losing her as a friend, but he had to be true to himself in the end. It wasn't fair to prolong a farce that would have scarred her more in the long run. That was another reason he needed to forget, to keep himself from wallowing in despair. She had every right to be angry with him.
His cascading hair blew in the breeze as he picked up one of the peanuts. "Everyone I've met here is like one of you peanuts.. some taste good and you want more, but others are bad and relations crumble.." he crushed the peanut, not really much coherency to what he was saying, though it had made sense to him. "Oh.. look.. that was my friendship.. gone.." he scooped up the others and popped them in his mouth, gnashing them spitefully.
When Jordan had heard the request, he'd reached for the scotch as per the request, holding it out behind him. "Here." he muttered, not paying attention to whom it was.
He went back to lining peanuts up again, this time making two rows. "Lauren likes me, Colche likes me, Awen likes me.." he frowned and took a bigger pawful scoop of peanuts and piled them. "Oh look.. and here's everyone else who hates me!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 8:03 pm
Richard looked at bottle, it was some 7 year blended crap. "Bah!" he exclaimed and pushed the bottle away so it teetered dangerously on the edge of the bar. He looked over at his companion who appeared to be talking to the peanuts. Abstractly he realized it was Jordan but the alcohol blocked the rise of disgust and pity he usually felt at the sight of the dogman.
He giggled, "Playing with your food Jordan?" He rose and cross to the other side of the bar, trying to remember the location of cabinet where the good liquior was stored.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 8:10 pm
Nor was Jordan concerned by his current company. He was there to be mellow, or try to be at least, so Richard's presence didn't trigger the usual 'flee' response.
"Yeah.." he glanced over at the drunken cat-like person "..something like it.. just thinking how everyone here hates me and stuff.." he picked up some of the peanuts from the 'they hate me' pile "But, I get the last laugh this time.." and he dumped them in his mouth, crunching them loudly and -again- spitefully. "Sorry.. I think I ate your peanut.."
Jordan washed down his salty treat with a big chug of his pink drink. "So why does everyone gang up on me all the time, Richard? I'm not a bad guy. I want to be liked by friends and have someone who gives two craps about me. Why can't I have that too, huh? What do I gotta do before people stop treating me liek the enemy...?"
Ah, the joy of the drunken rant.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 8:24 pm
"I don't eat peanuts any more." Richard stated from with his head inside the cabinet. His tail swishing behind him.
He came up to the bar with a bottle of 12 year old scotch, not the best but he wasn't quite in the state of mind to savor the best. He filled the tumbler. Richard just listened to Jordan's rant, nodding vaguely his eyes more on attention more on the glass in front of him.
"Why don't they like you?" he asked absently as his sipped his drink.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 8:30 pm
Jordan laughed as Richard said he didn't like peanuts anymore. He'd named one of the peanuts Richard for being in the pile of people who didn't like him. He picked up another one and thought of Seth. Another guy who didn't like him, even if he used the excuse that he'd been punched. That wasn't the point. The punch had been a reaction to what the man had been saying. "I'm sorry I hit him.." he thought aloud then ate the peanut "Oops.. I ate Seth.."
"I don't know why people don't like me.. thought maybe you'd know, since you don't like me either.."
Jordan pushed the nuts aside and laid his furry arms on the bar counter, then resting his head on them, staring at the bottles of liquor. "I think I'm drunk.."
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 8:43 pm
Richard chuckled, "Its alright, Seth's an imbecil that going to get himself killed anyway." Richard took a gulp of liquor and coughed, blinking his eyes at the burning.
In a stirring show of generosity Richard poured a glass for Jordan and shoved it at Jordan. "Like you? Of course not! After all Moreau's done how can I respect a man who respects Moreau? Its just not respectful!" He laughed at his cleverness of using a single word so many times.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 8:53 pm
He didn't have high opinions of Seth either, but whatever. Like Richard said, he's gonna get himself hurt or killed because he's an imbecil. That brought a smirk to his face. "Yeah.. he's totally building this statue of Moreau and he expects me to believe that it's all legit.. yeah right.. I wouldn't trust that man if my life depended on it.."
Jordan sniffed at the strong liquor and wrinkled his nose at it. Instead, he picked up his daquiri and sipped from it with a pleasant 'yum' of approval.
"That's all..? You don't like me because I'm not trying to burn down the labs like everyone else..? TCH..! That's kinda stupid, y'know..? There's worse reasons to hate someone.. but because I don't hate Moreau..? Lame.. real lame.." he turned his head to the side so he was looking at Richard through one eye. His left eye was closed because that side of his face was buried in his fur. "I don't think that's fair to judge me based on that.. we're really not so different.. we both got creepy things coming out of us.."
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 9:07 pm
Richard wobbled, and fell onto a stool. Squinting he extended a clawed finger at Jordan. It wasn't very stable, he couldn't decide between pointing at Jordan's nose or eye. "He tortures you and you love him. Now thats scary. Klingfilters synndrom, thats what that is." Richard shook his head with disapproval.
"He's n'uthing but trouble and pain." Richard leaned on one hand, supported by a elbow.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 9:20 pm
He snorted in defiance of the man's accusations. He remained lent over, careful of his tummy paws, giving them clearance underneath the bar top. "You don't know me.." came the classic drunk line "Maybe I don't wanna get into any more trouble.. didja ever think about that..? I'm not gonna bite the hand that feeds me.." though he had on several occassions, hence his corresponding punishments. "You think you know everything.. and everything about everyone... You're a jerk and a mean old man.."
Jordan's cold, wet, black nose flared in drunken frustration. And he scoffed with no other.
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