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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:28 pm
*Luke cackled. He swung the bottle around and took a swig.* What?! *He swaggered as if shocked.* I'm not b-binebriated.... *He plopped against the bar, barely holding himself up.* I'm.... I'm sober.... *He pointed to her.* You??? You've had too much wine... *He took another swig.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:32 pm
:::Cora can't help but chuckle. He's acting so silly. She thinks she remembers being drunk once. She hoped she was not quite like this:::
Anything is possible in the Brink, Luke. :::She starts to press buttons on her cuff, still smerking to herself. Would you like me to induce vomiting? It will leave your system faster:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:34 pm
Vomit? *Luke backs away, nearly falling on his a**. He catches himself before he goes down.* Have you lost your mind, woman?! I DON'T WANT TO VOMIT! *His voice is stuck permenantly on loud, like a radio turned all the way up until the knob is ripped off.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:38 pm
alright alright. :::Cora puts up her hands in defense::: Please Luke, calm down. You are being awfully load... :::She trying her best not to laugh, afraid it will egg him on:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:41 pm
But I'm in the BRINK! It doesn't MATTER how loud I am! *He runs around, as if to show her.* There's nobody in here! *He stops and catches his balance.* Whoa. *Luke's face pales a little as the room starts to spin.* Whoa, boy....
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:43 pm
:::Cora stands up and faces him, she's got a knowing smile on her face as though to say "I saw that one coming". She's on her gaurd in case he needs catching:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:47 pm
Jesus Christ... It's like a ******** merry-go-round... *He staggered forward and without asking latches onto Cora to help him stand.* *He takes a quick drink.*
*It might be that he's figuring out that there really is no more music, but Luke brings his voice down to normal hearing level.* Slim... *He grins and points the bottle at her.* You're always there... You're always in the Brink... ALWAYS. Every time I'm here.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:51 pm
:::She carries his weight over in the direction of the bar. Perhaps she can get him to sit. She's concerned about his state, and yet, it's all too amusing:::
And somehow, Luke, you always manage to pop up when I'm here.
:::She goes to snatch the bottle away from him:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:53 pm
*It's as if Luke doesn't even know she reached for it. He swings it away to look at it.* Wow. My bottle came with me.
*He remembers what Bard said, about how he really wanted to bring something with him, and it works.*
*He looks at Cora seriously.* I must have really wanted it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 7:56 pm
:::Cora jerks her neck back a little in surprise, still thinking about how they always manage to be there at the same time:::
You wanted...me-? Ooho! Right. :::She laughs to herself::: the drink... :::She shakes her head, wondering if she'll ever get it away from him, while he's still concious anyway:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:03 pm
Cuz Bard *He's talking nonsense now.* He wanted the Jag here, and *He burps, but then he regains his speech.* He wanted the Jag in here... AND Wa-BAM, there's a Jag in the middle of the Brink... That's how it works. Yeah, that's how it works....
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:04 pm
:::Cora sighs, and smiles to herself:::
Hey, Luke, may I have a drink from that bottle?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:07 pm
Yeah, one minute...
*Luke takes a long glug, glug, glug....and then* AAAAAAAAH. *He hands it to her, there's still some in the bottle, but not much.* Knock yourself out, Slim.... *He points to her, like he's just thought of a whimsy to put Socrates to shame.* Knock. Yourself. Out.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:10 pm
:::Cora's face drops as he chugs nearly the rest of it. Quite the opposite of what she inteded. Well...at least she had gotten it away from him. She took a sniff, and looked back at Luke...who was staring at his finger now...and decided against it. She put the bottle down:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:11 pm
*Luke suddenly feels the urge to lie down. He leans back against the bar stools, like they're a bed. He feels all too comfortable.* *As he leans back, he stares up.* Brink, brink, brink, brink, brink.... *He says it all in one long breath....*
*He stares up....becoming a little more sober now, a little quieter...*
What are we doin here, Slim?
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