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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:14 pm
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Seven waved wildly at her Irish friend. Her mother had prevailed once again and led her to the exact place! Perfect! She scrambled up to the scene of the drink-off.
“Where I’ve been doesn’t matter, baby, it’s where I am that counts!” She shouted, then got wind of the situation. Oh she was right! Drink off! Yaaaay!
“OHMYGAWDYOUGOTBOOZE.”
She remembered those from when she and Rydel lived in Las Vegas. Well, not really lived there. They were wanderers. Seven had used to play high-card low-card with passersbys that figured they could beat a little girl, and win them money for hotels that way. And there was the occasional time when she’d have money left over to buy a few shots! She was Lady Luck’s daughter, after all. It would be a crime not to get a little tipsy sometimes!
She was careful not to let Rydel, though. He might stop being so lucky if he was ever corrupted. Besides…she’d actually seen him drunk. Once. But the thought struck fear into her heart. The mere image almost caused her to collapse…
That incident had gone down in history as the Great Happening of 04’.
The only thing that had even honestly scared Lucky Seven.
It would never be spoken of again.
"I'm Lucky Seven!" She said happily, smiling as the Australian next to Will.
She snatched the shot from guy with the accent and drowned it so fast you'd think she'd inhaled it.
"YEEEEAAAAH!" She shrieked.
She liked this country already.
Nice men give you drinks.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:20 pm
Cypress fought her way through the crowds with ferocity. She wasn't a fan of them to begin with, not to mention she grew up in Small Town, Nowheresville County, Massachusetts. An hour ago, she would have found the chaotic din of smells, sound and colorful stimuli scary, but her admittedly short patience had run dry and now she was just annoyed. She was starting to contemplate transforming her arms into axe heads like she'd heard about in school... Ah!
The weapon found light at the end of the tunnel in the form of a clear patch of concrete, which she ran to without much concern for any passersby she may have bulldozed in the process. She ultimately tripped over the curb and caught herself on the wall, which made it look like she was hugging the establishment. She may as well have been, given her joy at teh sudden ability to breathe. She stepped back and looked at the building. A bar. Figures why the outside is clear; everyone's inside. There was too much of a crowd formed near the window for her to see anything but the backs of drunken strangers.
She turned around and leaned against the wall, sighing in relief. A clinking sound alerted her to the colorful strings of plastic beads that now adorned her neck. 'When did those...' Y'know, she was better of not asking. Cypress slumped against the side of the bar. It was then that she finally noticed Rydel.
"Ah! There you are!" she shouted cheerfully. Her previous frustration had run out of patience as well and left her with blissful apathy. Will would turn up eventually, besides, if Rydel was there, Seven couldn't be far behind! Actually, she couldn't see her anywhere in the immediate vicinity, and she was kind of hard to miss.
"D'jyou lose your partner too?" she asked Rydel coolly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:55 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady "WOO-HOO!!" Will cheered loudly as Seven downed the shot. "Noow t'is isa paarty!!"
With the burst of adrenaline the appearance of Seven had provided, she threw her head back and downed nearly half the bottle's contents in a matter of moments. "AAAHHHHHH.....t'a'sa good drink!" she sighed, slamming the bottle on the table as she did. Her throat was on fire from that but she expressed it in a wide, half-drunk grin. She was gettin there.
Well this would certainly make for an interesting mission. She'd have a good story to tell when she got back home! She vaguely wondered how Cypress would react to this when and if she found them. But then thought-
WHO CARES?? .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:03 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke" 
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke laughed and finished off his first bottle, and then removing the seal from his second bottle. "Oi, little Sheila, you alright; ya dun' look so fine" He said to Wil as he Drank his bottle so that it was at the same level as Wil's. He laughed a bit at the small Girl who had taken the shot as well. "Funny little Shimp of a Sheila here, can stomach this Grog; she's Al'right in m'a Good" He said happily. As he looked at the small pinked haired girl before taking another drink. He wondered how long Wil would be able to keep up at her pace before she passed out.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:40 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady "Ye kiddin me? A'm fain!" she said waving her hand as if to say 'pfft! this is nothing'. She was on her way to drunkeness, but she seemed to have leveled out. It would take at least the rest of this bottle to get her any more tipsy. Which she downed in her next gulp.
On to the second!
Will opened the next bottle and took a swig and continued her Irish babble. "A've stumached twice t'is bafer! Me Da baasically taaught uus ta be aable ta 'oold a drink from the daay we ware o' aage!" This moment of reminiscing sparked a memory from the same year she and her twin had been able to legally drink. A poem, kind of. It was a variation of some catholic or christian prayer that she and her brothers had made up.
"Ar fat'er, oo oughtta be in 'eaven from livar paisonin'-
Traained uus ta drink laik kings!
We go 'ta 'oold least 98%
till we c'n paay ar oown rent
er else 'e'll toss us off t'a Cliffs doown t'a street!"
Then she burst out in a hardy Irish laugh.
And that would be the Grady version of the 'Our Father' prayer. It didn't quite rhyme or entirely fit the prayer, but it made sense when they were drunk!!
And the cliffs they were reffering to were the Cliffs of Moher. Her hometown, Doolin lay hardly a mile down the coast from it.
Will took another gulp and relished in the sensation of the scalding liquid as it ran down her throat. It was days like these that made her glad to have so many brothers and sisters....
Gave her more to chose from when she'd need to have a liver donation! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:46 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke watched as Will opened the next bottle and continued to drink; she was getting drunk... he wondered what it was like; that was why most people drank after all. "How old are ye' anyways" He asked for once a sentence he said sounded normal. Well it was short, so there wasn't many ways he could make that one sound odd. He simply continued to drink' the burning in his throat was the only thing that Alcohol did to him due to how his body worked differently then normal humans.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:58 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady "'m aightteen." she answered with a dopey grin. Ahhhh... she loved getting drunk. She just felt soo..... at ease. Not a care in the world.
Not that she had too many of those anyway!
The drink just... had som many ways it could effect one's mood. It could enhance the feelings they were already having or it could flip them around entirely. It could do crazy s**t to people, make 'the quiet kid' go balistic with rage, make an 'emo kid' cheerful and it could give you the best singing voice you never thought you had!
Well.... maybe not so much the last one.
Of course there were side effects, dangers and sometimes when some people were drunk they became total assholes but that wasn't a stiuation she had to worry about!
"An' yerself?" she asked in response, then taking another swig. .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 9:09 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
"Ahhh, I'm Choice, this grogs starting to get to me th'ou" He said pretending to get mixed up and be drunk; answering a question that Will had never asked in the first place. It was a good way to dance around the question without having to give the answer. He then took another drink of his bottle, which was about half gone; all in all he was half a bottle ahead of Will; the speed was not what a drinking match was about; it was who could handle the most; and they where both going on three bottles? He had lost count. His smile had never left his face, he was still as cheerful as ever.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 1:23 pm
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Rydel didn’t actually notice Cypress until a few moments after she’d gotten there. He’d been too busy staring blankly at the spot where his partner had been and attempting to take in enough oxygen to make up for the amount lost during strangulation to notice much of anything. But once he did, he was somewhat relieved. Cypress seemed a lot tamer than her partner. Or, at least she seemed like she wasn’t going to attempt to murder him the second Seven dared leave him alone in a dark alley simply because he was English. And that was all it really took to be labeled a friend in his book.
“Yes, unfortunately...” He admitted sheepishly in response to her question about his partner. The fact that Will wasn’t with her meant that Seven had been right, and the Irish girl was indeed in this bar. She was usually right about that sort of thing. It came with…well, being her. He gestured to the entrance.
“Well, actually, she isn’t so much lost as out of reach. She’s just in there. I think Will may be as well.”
Another pause. Seven had told him not to follow her, and he really disliked upsetting Seven, however this was a matter of a certain importance. He figured the fate of the mission was probably more important than anything she could dish out. Not as scary, but certainly more important.
“Perhaps we should go in after them.”
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Seven was amazed that she hadn’t been carded. Even with all her luck, she found that people would only serve so many shots to a little sixteen year-old that looked more like a twelve year-old. They had to ask her age after a while. And yet, they hadn’t so far. New record! She’d gulped down three more shots of that scorching drink before finally breaking down into giggles, feeling lighter than a feather. This really was like Vegas. She smiled wildly, clapping for Will as she drowned another drink.
“YEEEEEAH, YOU GO GET EM’, WILL! SHOW EM’ WHO’S IRISH!” She cried.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 2:05 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will laughed loudly and raised her bottle to her lips to take another swig- but then just as quickly pulled it away in dissapointment. She peered into the bottle, held it upside down- not a drop left. With a sad-pupy-like eyes she said,
"Awww... i's aall gone." she said somberly and half whinning.
She'd had a bottle of that 'pansy vodka', a 95% and two 75%- and she still hadn't had her fill! She looked up to see how her opponent was doing, then gave a drunken glare.
"WHAI T'A HELL AIN'TCHA DRUNK YET!!!" she shouted jabbing an accusing finger at him, arm extending across the table almost right in his face.
She would be DAMNED befor she let an Aussie beat her in a drink-off!!
What would her twin say? What would her older brother say? What would Gavin say if she gave up? More importantly....
WHAT WOULD HER DAD SAY???
If she let herself lose to this guy, she may as well throw herself over the Cliffs of Moher right now!
Without another bottle to grab, she remained glaring defiantly at the Austrailian man. She made a little throaty growl out of closed lips.......
then chucked her empty bottle in her opposite hand at his head.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 2:53 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke looked up at Will as she threw the bottle; he quickly moved his hand up and grabbed the bottle in mid air bu its neck with the same hand that was holding his other bottle; holding his own between his thumb and index finger and Wills thrown bottle between his middle and ring finger; this feat seemed as though it shouldn't have been possible. "Oi little Sheila this mean y'a throwing in the Rag?" He asked as he finished his own bottle by downing the last of its contents. "And i ain't drunk cuz we Aussie drink' as much is not mor'so then yeself" He said laughing putting both the bottles down.
She didn't look to good it looked as though he was going to face plant and pass out at any moment.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 3:34 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady She may have looked like she would pass out, but she wasn't gonna give in just yet!
Especially when he said what she think he just said!
NOOOObody!!!
Not ONE HUMAN BEING ON THIS EARTH claimed they were bigger drunks than the Irish and got it off easy! Not if Will had anything to say about it!
"OIII!! BARTENDAR!! YE GIMME T'A STRANGEST YE GO' ER A'M GONNA SHOVE ME BIG SHILLELAGH INTA T'A WEE 'OOLE IN YER SITTIN' AARREA!!!" she hollered, shaking her fist in a drunken rage. He brought over three more bottles of the brand Zeke had snatched for free. Will snatched up two of them, claiming them as her own. She opened one and shoved it against her lips, taking a large swig.
She was glaring Zeke down, challengingly. Her Irish blood was boiling.
No way.
NO.
WAY.
WAS SHE GONNA LOSE!!!
A drunk she may be, but at least she has a strong will. One that showed itself fully in her eyes.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 3:44 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke laughed as the girl ordered three more bottles. "This is raging now, Come on little Sheila lets see how much you can stomach of this grog before you let out the liquid laugh and take a rest" He said laughing a bit more and removing the seal off of one of the bottles. "Come on little Sheila you can do it, chug chug chug" He said chanting a bit; getting a few more of the bar patrons to start chanting along with him.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 4:11 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady 'Maaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnn~ DOES 'IS BRING ME BAACK!'
Will laughed to herself as she chugged the searing liquid. She downed the whole bottle and slammed it down with eyes squeezed tight and giving a pained hiss through clenched teeth. Did that stop her?
Nnnnnnope!
She practically tore off the seal of her second bottle and started chugging that too!
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 4:19 pm
"...What."
Cypress stared at Rydel with wide eyes, turned to the brick wall of the bar behind her for some kind of confirmation, and turned back. She probably should have seen that coming.
Chanting could be heard from the bar faintly above the din of the crowd outside.
"WHADD'YOU MEAN 'SHE'S IN THERE'!?"
Yeah, that probably should have been seen coming as well. Cypress looked more shocked and appalled than pissed. That would come later.
"I don't care if she drinks on her OWN time, but we're on a MISSION! This is a JOB! THIS IS A SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT!" She railed, and continued to rail in one, impressive stream of breath.
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S EXTRA CREDIT!" Cypress grabbed Rydel's sleeve with one arm and kicked open the bar's door with her foot, completely ignoring the shouts of people she may have, or may have almost bashed in the process.
She shoved her way through the crowd that had gathered around the competitors' table. "WILL GRADY!" she shouted, but was mostly muffled by the bodies and their chanting. If she'd known Will's full name, she probably would have been yelling that.
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