|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:17 am
Robert looked a little disappointed at Jerry, until he heard the idea. "COOKING WINE? Hahahaha, that's disgusting.. LET'S FIND SOME!" He bellowed with laughter, and started going through all of the cabinets. "You look down there, I'll check up here. Damn, this place smells like sugar. AHAAAAAAAA!"
He swirled around, a bag of plastic cups in his hand. "Score one."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:36 pm
Jerry flinched at the sudden shout, brandishing the guitar as though it was his bazooka for a moment before realizing it wasn't. He relaxed at the sight of the cups. "Oh... ahaha. Um. Good." He wasn't drunk enough to pass out yet, which meant he wasn't drunk enough. While Robert poked about for anything else he'd need for their game, he poked around the kitchen supplies for anything that might be drinkable, "Y'know, mouthwash has alcohol in it. Cough syrup sometimes works too," He mumbled absently as he poked at a container of dish detergent.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:42 pm
Robert slammed a cabinet closed and just stared at Jerry.
"Okay. You're getting desperate. And I ain't never gonna be that desperate for liquor." He grabbed Jerry by the collar, lifted him up onto his feet, and started dragging him out of the kitchen.
"Come on. I know who's got the good s**t."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:50 pm
Jerry allowed himself to be manhandled, returning to his safe guitar hug before floating after the man, "I... I c-can't face him again Robert, I can't. i'll... I'll do something stupid and... and I'll probably... get locked in a pod forever..." Jerry only knew one source of 'Good s**t'... but in retrospect, locked in the twilight of a pod forever might be kind of nice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:53 pm
Robert had to stop for a moment to process just what the ******** Jerry was talking about, and it took several long, silent moments before it finally sunk in.
"Ohhhhhh. Nah. Not him. The real good s**t. Remember this for the next time you find a girl in your life, Jerry - one that isn't a sleazy ho. A man thinks he's got all the cards, but the woman behind him's the one holdin' the ace."
He resumed dragging Jerry through the halls of the dorms, going so far as to bust open the stairwell door and start hopping up those steps.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:01 pm
Regardless of the actual words that came out of Robert's mouth, the mentioning of a strong woman behind them filtered through a half bottle of 100 proof made a sad sort of whine escape his throat as he wobbled after Robert. The only thing pushing him forward to trudge up those steps was the promise of something good at the other end. He fought the urge to curl up on one of the steps and become a lump forever they'd have to sand down.
"So long... as it's b-better than cough syrup. I did that a few times in highschool. You feel like... like... like s**t afterwards." It was depressing how easy it was to fall to the vulgarity of curse-words.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:11 pm
"Jesus ******** that's gross." Robert felt kind of sorry for Jerry. Cough syrup for getting drunk? He'd taken it just to knock himself out, but for getting drunk.. that was just stupid.
They were on the second floor, and he started looking for just the right door to pound on.
(exit to other thread)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:24 pm
"It was. Pretty gross. I don't like cough syrup." Jerry mumbled, bleerily following after.
((Also exiting!))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
