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 Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 11:22 am
 George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from  Georgia finally located his recipe book and flipped through it until he found the recipe for peach cobbler. He then propped it up before taking a good swig of his beer before actually beginning to read it. yeah, sure, he knew the recipe by heart, but he probably wouldn't by the time he did finish. After he read what he needed, he gathered supplies and sat them on the counter before going for another good swig of the amber liquid. He let out a sigh this time before glaring to Florida and huffing.
"Do whatever the hell you damn well please. Nothing's stopped you before, you stupid-- ACK! Just- Stay the hell outta the way if you ******** stay, or I swear to God I'll throw a knife at your head or throw into the damn oven, you p***k!"
He downed the last of the first bottle and tossed it into the recycling bin before going to the fridge and getting another. He then went back to rummaging through drawers until he found an apron and tossed it on before sloppily tying it in the back before he began the actual process of getting any ingredients measured in between sips of booze.
Yeah, he had a habit of cooking when he was upset, but he'd never really felt this upset before so this was sure to be an interesting experience. Who knows. Maybe if this didn't cheer him up, he could always call Leah to go drinking. She had texted him earlier. It'd be rude to leave her hanging like that.
Meanwhile, Brat had begun creeping up on Rutilio. At the moment, she was ducked behind the couch, in a pounce position to take the tan intruder of her territory by surprise.
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:34 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀"T-Those are not things people say to somebody they like," Florida couldn't help commenting on although he hardly batted an eye at being threatened. He cringed at how fast the younger state had blazed through his first beer while reaching for the second. He personally had nothing against heavy drinking, but he felt it was preferable for drinkers to be away from hot or sharp objects. If Christian was upset enough, could he accidentally hurt himself? Maybe it would be best if he stayed at least until the cooking was over... He sighed and made himself comfortable as he sipped on the coke still clutched in his hands completely unaware that he was being targeted by Brat. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 7:38 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromGeorgia snorted and grumbled something, but with how fast he had downed the first beer it had caused him to already feel a light buzz, so God knows if he even realized it wasn't really loud enough to be heard by the person it was aimed at.
He washed and sliced the peaches for his cobbler carefully before mixing them into a saucepan along with some sugar and water and allowed them to start boiling as he put some butter into a bake pan and put that into the oven to melt as he mixed together the dough. Once the dough was made and the butter melted, he poured the batter over the butter and started meticulously placing the slightly candied peaches on top of the uncooked dough before pouring in the syrup. of course, he sipped on his beer the entire time and finished his second by the time he had everything set up and in the oven to bake for 45 minutes.
He looked down at is empty bottle and glared at it like it was its fault for being empty before recycling that one as well and going for the third. After all, he needed something to keep him busy these next 45 minutes.
The little bobcat crept closer and closer towards Rutilio until she was under the coffee table and poised for an attack. She wiggled slightly before taking a lunge, going for the Floridian's foot. He should just count himself lucky he had shoes on to take the brunt of the assault, because usually even Christian did not have that luxury. (Then again, it was his own fault for going around the house without protection when he knew what she was capable of doing.) Brat wrapped herself around Rutilio's foot and began eating his shoe laces shamelessly, therefore once more proving how she had received her name of being a brat.
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 7:59 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida was starting to wonder if maybe he should try taking away those beers before Christian really got himself drunk, but he wasn't quite sure if even his great pain tolerance could help him in coming between an angry Georgian and his beer. It wasn't exactly a task for the faint of heart. Just as he was trying to formulate his own plan of attack, Rutilio felt something wrap around his foot and yelped in surprise. He jerked and nearly fell over but thankfully managed to regain his balance in time without any casualties. Wide, coral reef blue eyes stared down at the bobcat in bewilderment before he finally understood what was going on. It wasn't the first time she had attacked him, after all. "What do you think you are doing, chica?" he asked with a falsely stern voice even as he failed to contain a tiny smile at her antics. "I have told you before not to try eating my shoes." He looked over at Christian and decided maybe she would offer them a safe subject to discuss. "You still have not taught her proper manners?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 8:56 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromBrat looked up to Rutilio with her sharp golden eyes. She didn't even bother to pretend to be innocent. Why bother? She knew full well she was doing wrong and held no shame for it. With a few more yanks, she finally broke the shoe string and took off with her latest prize.
Christian walked over to the couch and plopped down, sighing and shaking his head while taking another swig of beer. "All these years, and she's just learned in the past month not to claw my chest when she's shimmying up me to use me as a ******** pedestal. There's a reason she only responds to the name Brat."
As if on cue, Brat jumped onto the back of the couch before clawing her way up what small space she needed to in order to sit on top of his head and gave a small proud noise, still clutching the shoelace in her mouth. After a minute, she then jumped off of Christian's head and ran to go hide somewhere else. Meanwhile, a small bit of blood trailed down Christian's forehead, and he only reacted by sighing and wiping it away so that it wouldn't run into his eyes. "Like I said, there's a reason she has that name..."
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 9:42 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀"H-Hey!" Florida complained when Brat broke his shoelace. Now he was going to need to go to the store for more. It was frustrating but he supposed there was no point in crying over spilled milk. Rutilio sighed dejectedly as his gaze drifted back to Georgia and he snorted softly in amusement at the bobcat sitting on his head. It was pretty adorable. The jumping off and making her owner bleed in the process made him chuckle softly as he moved over and plopped next to Christian. He eyed the third (or was this the fourth? With how fast the distressed blond was putting them away it could have been the fifth for all he knew) beer and wondered if he should say something or just let him drink himself silly. Sometimes Georgia was a little easier to deal with when slightly tipsy... "You are drinking very fast, si?" was all Rutilio said as he looked back up at the younger state's face. "... How long have you felt this way?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 10:10 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida stared at the finger pointing left as Georgia reassured him that he knew his limits. Only twenty minutes buzzed, huh? He seemed quite a bit more than buzzed, but it wouldn't be easy to convince Christian he was more drunk than he thought. "Maybe I should be the one to get the cobbler out of the oven for you..." he suggested. "So you won't need to get up from your, um, drinking? It is very comfy here, si?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 10:24 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromThe blond raised an eyebrow and eyed his rival suspiciosly. "I've baked drunk a'fore. I c'n handle it myself. 'Sides, 't's for t'morrow. I don' wan' you doin' nothin' funny so's people don' like me. S'pecially since I do business wid lot of 'em."
He sighed and sat there with a blank expression before his lip puckered out and his eyes started watering. Out of pretty much no where, Georgia bust into full out sobbing, but not his usual ones when he was sad. No, this was along the lines of being close to just a random hissy fit with him calling himself stupid over and over again before finally flipping down so that he was actually laying across Florida's lap while his leg legs either stretched past the arm of the couch or dangled off the edge.
Out Of Coke :: like father, like son. XD There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 4:17 am
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida sighed slightly at Georgia going on about him sabotaging his cobbler. of course he would think that. Had he ever done anything like that to the younger boy before? He couldn't honestly remember, but he would be lying if he said that was impossible since there had been times where the two of them were in practically anything goes feuds before... The sudden tears and sobbing outburst made Rutilio's eyes widen slightly. He had naturally seen Christian go through all the stages of drunkenness before, but it was still a fascinating and sometimes startling thing to watch. No one was every fully prepared for it happening. Still, the Floridian pursed his lips together and struggled not to smile as he looked down at the state sprawled across him. "Why do you feel so stupid, chico?" he asked almost affectionately as he patted the distressed drunk's hair. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:52 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀That was quite a rant and Rutilio couldn't help blushing faintly when Georgia said he had a crush on him since childhood. Internally he felt a pang of irritation when Christian mentioned him breaking his heart since, as far as Florida was concerned, their troubles were all because of that damn Oglethorpe and South Carolina. Cursing a dead man wouldn't do him any good, but he internally hoped the man got what was coming to him after death. When Christian finished he sat there a moment before snickering which quickly turned into laughter. Florida continued to chuckle and cupped Georgia's wet cheeks so he had to look at the smiling Spanish American. "You are so silly, peaches," he said. "You never asked me who I am in love with..." He gently brushed those spiky blond bangs which represented the Appalachians away from the younger state's forehead then planted a chaste kiss upon his brow. "The person I love more than anyone in the world is mi pequeño amigo," he admitted softly. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 9:20 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromGeorgia felt himself sink into a deeper depression as Florida laughed at the very open and honest confession. Sure, he was half convinced he probably slurred a lot of his little speech and that none of this confession would happened had he been sober, but still!
He felt his face lifted from the puddle he'd left on the couch from all the crying and pouted miserably up to Florida. Upon being called silly, Georgia could feel his chest spasm as he kept from breaking into a new set of sobs. However, when he felt Florida's lips press against his forehead and blushed gently. He could feel his heart flutter lightly happily. However, he just once more cried as he yelled out,
"I didn't die, you stupid jerk!"
Out Of Coke :: Yup. He's a true romantic at heart. =w=b There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 9:34 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀This time it was Florida's turn for his expression to become sad as he wrapped his arms around the sobbing mess of Georgia and held him close. He rested his cheek on the taller boy's head. Rutilio could only do this when practically cradling Christian like when he was a little boy and only get away with it while he was drunk. It was strangely comforting and something he had missed from a more innocent time when his former friend had been much smaller and sweeter. There were brief moments when it felt like nothing had changed between them at all when he was allowed to cuddle a drunk Christian. "I never said you died... you disappeared," he said. "The day you showed up to attack St. Augustine you were someone else and mi pequeño amigo ceased to exist." He frowned uncomfortably and glanced away although he kept his cheek nestled in Christian's soft hair. "I... do not like to think my friend was the same person that did those things... It is unpleasant." To put it lightly. "Right now I am not sure which Georgia you are, but I love mi pequeño amigo more than anything and, whoever you are, you are the closest thing to him I have." It felt odd confessing these strange thoughts he'd had since they stopped being friends. He never had been able to fully reconcile the person he treasured so dearly with the person who hurt him so deeply. Not that he expected Christian to ever understand that nor did he particularly care much for an apology. It would just be nice to have someone around he could trust again if that was possible. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:31 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromGeorgia sniffled lightly as he nuzzled his face into Florida's chest. It gave him a lot of comfort just being held like that, and he slowly began to calm down until he was no longer crying and was instead laying on his side as he wrapped his arms around the older male. It was nice getting to just lay there and enjoy his former friend's warm and orange-scented embrace. He listened to what Florida had to say before mumbling something along the lines of I know what you mean into the other. "I mostly act out now 'cause I don' know how to act around someone I love in a non-family way, if it makes sense.... Daddy was always on his own, and you know how the British are when it comes to PDA... But I never really hated you. Maybe not even all that close. Just hurt when you turned away or attacked all the messangers I sent... Yeah, I mean, I guess they were kinda shady looking, but they were so opposite of the royal navy that it seemed like a good way to keep daddy from finding out I was still trying to talk to you..."
Well, at least Rutilio knew why Georgia sent pirates to his house before the big fight that officially ended their friendship. The way he worded it, it didn't even sound like he knew they were pirates-- nor that it was his idea. Either way, the blond was quite for a moment before speaking up once more.
"You do realize we might have to ease the family into the idea of us... Right? I mean, I can already tell Andy's gonna be horrified or have a fit, but I ain't sure 'bout the rest..."
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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