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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:11 pm
"..I dig it when I've had a very bad day..." Star answered moodily. The words 'dig it' tumbled awkwardly out of his mouth, like a foreign language he couldn't quite get out properly. Even sober it was unlikely he'd be able to replicate Jerome's terminology without sounding ridiculous.
When he realized he was being watched he pulled his eyes off his bottle to blink hazily up at the ghost staring at his hair, ".....what?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:19 pm
Bro continued to stare for a few more seconds, even after Star spoke. before a chubby glowing finger was lifted and pointed toward Star's hair.
He probably didn't actually mean it, but at the time it was sure as hell the most awesome thing he was starting at.
Of course the only thing the men could hear is "Gengar gar, geeen gaar gengar."
Jerome chuckled, watching Bro's expression of awe.
"He likes yer hair." He managed to work out after a couple of different glanced between Star and Bro'
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:31 pm
Star's eyes followed Bro's point, looking upward. He obviously couldn't see his own hair but at least he made the effort. "Oh..." He blinked, "Well.. I can't blame him... I'm fond of it myself..." There was probably a thank you buried in there somewhere if you looked hard enough.
After regarding the Gengar a few moments longer, sipping his bottle, his eyes sank back to the second shot the friendly ghost had poured him. With a vague shrug, he picked it up and, eyeing it like a foe to be conquered, managed to down it. He handled it about as well as the first, with a lot of coughing and eye watering.
Still sputtering, he set the empty glass back on the table, upside down this time. Wincing, he shook his head and rasped, "If it wasn't so effective I'd swear that was just gasoline..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:38 pm
At this Jerome laughed, having to stop himself from taking a drink, He was starting to feel pretty good from the alcohol, but at this point it was just a pleasant buzz.
"Don't say that man, Bro's done that before." He added with a light chuckle.
If Jerome was serious or not, could be left up for debate, but he didn't let on either way.
Bro', ELATED that star took the last shot thumped the man on the back again before half draping over his shoulder with a wide goofy grin.
"Gen garr gar." He snickered, pointing to Star.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:48 pm
Where Star would normally have swatted the offending Pokémon away, the liquor seemed to have calmed his temper. He winced again, swaying as Bro thumped his back, then sagged slightly under the sudden weight of the large ghost now hanging over his shoulder. He couldn't quite remember what he'd been so upset about earlier, which meant things were going according to plan. The large smile now inches from his face was infectious. He smirked a bit and shook his head, "S'the last one.." He eyed Jerome, "S'this thing always so happy?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:01 pm
Bro let out a snort at what Star said, and as if to illustrate that it really was the last one, the Gengar dropped the empty bottle onto the table.
snickered and patted Star's head.
It was pretty hilarious, watching the two in front of him, seems the booze simmered the other man down enough.
He eyed his Gengar, his best friend with a nod.
"Yeah, most the time, usually the one that cheers me up." He added, about to take a drink when Bro' suddenly let out a wailing "Gaaaaarrr" and floated over to Jerome's side, and hug his head.
"Woh!" Jerome blinked with stubby arms now wrapped around his neck and a large face pressed into the side of his face.
"A'ight, A'ight dude," the gangster chuckled, patting the now emotional Ghost.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:14 pm
Star blinked as the Gengar floated away, looking increasingly woozy. The booze was definitely taking a firm hold on him now. He picked up the vodka bottle to finish off what remained, "S'like that with Scream.... my pidgeot.." He gestured vaguely at the display of affection between Jerome and Bro. "S'my best friend.." It seemed very likely that Star's pokémon were his only friends, though of course he wouldn't say as much.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:21 pm
"Oh yeah? Been with em a long time?" Jerome asked, as the subject was now taking on Pokemon best friends.
still being subject to Bro's head hugging, while Jerome tried to ease him down from his squishing with reassuring pats on the back.
"S'a killer name fer a pokemon." He added.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:30 pm
"Ohh yeah.." He nodded smirking as he held an unsteady hand out to his side about four feet off the ground, "Had him since I was 'bout this tall.." He chuckled, "Contrary to popular belief.. I was that tall at one point...." Still smirking, he looked at the mouth of his bottle. "...he was a pidgey... named him that when I was ten... he used't scream at all my siblings n' the kids at school when they were mean to me.... seemed appropriate.." He looked like he was enjoying a fond memory.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:08 am
Jerome managed to get the Gengar off of him, thankfully so since the Ghost wasn't being very continuous of the healing sores the gangster still had.
the Gengar draped over the table instead on Jerome's end, ears flopped crookedly to the side.
It sounded like He had the Pokemon for a long time, no surprise the Pokemon would be his best friend, Jerome knew how that was.
He nodded as he listened, though his eyes had fallen to his beer bottle, paying attention to the slurring and obviously VERY drunk man across from him.
Jerome could imagine what kind of kid he must be, especially saying that others were mean to him.
Jerome was one of those kinds, that picked on the smaller, weaker and usually very bright ones. 'picked on' to put it mildly.
"Picked on a lot?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:28 am
"Mrnn.." Star nodded vaguely and tipped the vodka bottle back to his mouth. He was disappointed to find he'd finished it. "....yeah.." He set the empty bottle down and blinked at the table in a way that suggested it was out of focus. The combination of vodka and Bro's mysterious shots were starting to hit him hard. The faint pink tinge to his cheeks was more apparent now. "Yeah they.. always gave me a hard time. Joked about my hair an' clothes... they never really fit.." He blinked, "....my clothes not my hair.. my hair always fit.." He shook his head, "But my clothes were all han' me downs. Big family y'know.. .....they were always baggy.." He frowned looking annoyed suddenly, "Hate baggy clothes...." He muttered, picking at his Grunt uniform's shirt.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:02 am
Though he wasn't saying much while Star talked, it was clear that the tattooed man was listening, and beyond that hearing the other man.
He nodded, knowingly at the talk of hand me down clothing, being from a very poor home, and the discomforts with certain kinda of clothing.
"S'the sleeves f'me." He said, with a nod to Star's uniform, since Jerome himself had one of his sleeveless tops on. "Hate em, n'less they're made of ink" indeed, the only "sleeves" he seemed okay with were the sprawl of tribal markings much like his Gengar had.
He finished off his beer, and slid the bottle onto the table. Patting Bro' on the back as the Gengar had stopped snickering.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:08 am
"I like clothes that show off my figure...." Star muttered in a blunt confession he'd be humiliated by later if he remembered it. Which was unlikely. "These're so... poofy.." He slouched. "S'awful. I'unno how you stand it... or most'v the stuff here. Effrything at Galactic was so..... different."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:18 am
The gangster offered a single sided shrug at the question on how he stood it.
"Figure its better then bein' dead." He muttered. peering back up from behind one side of dreadlocks.
"Different from the streets too. But f'ya really figure it, it ain't really all that different. Still doin' the same things, hidin' from and fightin' the same kinda people, still takin' n'deliverin' the hits an s**t."
Bro' glanced up at this, his brow furrowed, glancing from Jerome to Star.
"S'all just she same s**t, no matter where ya go." he grumbled, a little lower tone, eying his empty beer can, a heavy sigh escaping his nose before he reached a hand up to smooth it over his shaved head.
"S'still better then bein' dead."
Just talking to himself, was all, he knew this probably wouldn't mean anything to the company he had, just talking to himself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:24 am
Star stared as Jerome spoke, looking hazy and unfocused.
Several long seconds of silence passed once Jerome fell quiet. Star blinked, still looking in Jerome's general direction. Then, suddenly, he lifted his head, "We should go somewhere..." He nodded at his sudden grand idea, "We should.. I've been here all day I'm sick'v this place... isn't there some town or something you go to for fun? What d'you do for fun?"
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