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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:24 pm
"I just want to see him s**t-faced."
Was Claude's reason, as she glanced back at Chance and Oliver. In one hand was a good bottle of rum she'd brought up, just for the occasion, and the other raised to knock on Finn's door. The hope she could possibly see Finn get s**t-faced was high.
After knocking, she stepped off to the side, so that the first sight would be more welcoming, like Chance or Oliver.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:32 pm
Chance was standing with his arm draped over Oliver's shoulders, mostly because he was certain that without a little restraint, Oliver might run off.
"Finn, I brought you booze, as promised," Chance said airily, a bottle dangling from the fingers of his free hand.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:02 pm
When Claude stepped out of the way of the door, Oliver would have done likewise had he not been so thoughtfully trapped by Chance's arm. Running away entirely was indeed a thought that had crossed his mind. Unlike the previous two, he came equipped only with as many cans of coke as his coat could carry. If it was to be a video game drinking party it was the best he could do. "I-I though y-you wanted to cheer him up or something," Oliver hissed to Claude in dismay, quietly enough that only the three of them on the far side of the door would hear. Although he had no doubt Finn was a good guy at heart, it was never a good idea to be the target of his less charitable actions.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:10 pm
The door opened, despite the rooms tenant thinking twice about it before deciding that a desire for more alcohol out weighed his desire to be alone to wallow....or whatever the ******** he was doing because even he wasn't sure what this was. The man on the other side was, remarkably, clothed, and he shifted his gaze to take in each of them before he backed away from the door, leaving it open so that they could enter if they so wished.
He was dressed in grey sweat pants and a black t-shirt that fit him perfectly, clinging to the muscles he'd developed over the last two years. There was a cigarette dangling from his lips, with a half empty carton sitting on the table next to a 1/4 full bottle of whiskey.
"Come in. Make yourselves at home. Don't touch any of that stuff over there." He gestured vaguely to the area where Ripley had been keeping some necessities.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:30 pm
"You and I are here on an errand of good natured, neighborly assistance," Chance reassured Oliver, with a pat to his arm. He himself was dressed in a pair of galaxy printed leggings and an oversized white teeshirt with a giant blue star in the middle of it that hung down to his hips. He was also sans shoes, because shoes were for dorks.
"Claude, on the other hand, is just here because she's a d**k," continued Chance cheerfully, giving her a beatific smile over his shoulder as the door opened and Finn appeared on the other side.
"Hey, stranger." Chance nudged Oliver in ahead of him before the other could skedaddle. "Here you go, as promised."
He held out the bottle of bourbon, which was about 3/4 of the way full, eyes twinkling merrily.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:45 pm
"It would cheer me up to see him s**t-faced." She told Oliver matter-of-factly. In reply to Chance she just nodded. "Dicks attract other dicks." She replied, and was honestly surprised by the lack of sass given to them when Finn answered the door. She followed in after Chance who followed in after Oliver, and she took, held out a bottle, though it was of rum, but it was full. There was no merry twinkle in her eyes though. Just the hope he'd get s**t-faced before the night was through.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 11:44 am
Oliver was way more satisfied with Chance's take on the whole situation. Despite Claude's deepest hopes, it was not good to get 's**t-faced' when you felt bad, the boy had always been taught that you could not drown your problems in alcohol no matter how hard you tried. Trouble was a natural swimmer. " H-hi Finn," he stammered nervously as he was ushered past. The next time Finn looked at his table there would be not one or two, but a good several cans of coke lined up next to the whiskey. Oliver was always prompt with his offerings.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 9:33 pm
Finn was not, in fact, even remotely close to becoming s**t-faced. He was not a light weight, and he did not like getting drunk in front of other people. He did not like feeling vulnerable in front of other people. Thus the constant cold looks, the abrasive and often times insensitive attitude, and a complete lack of ability to emote properly 90% of the time. He had, about an hour or more previous to their arrival, done a few shots to ease himself into a more comfortable state of mind while he'd thought things through. But since then, he had guzzled two or three bottles of water and was feeling just fine. The company was a distraction. The booze they brought with them noted with a nod towards the table that indicated they should set it down. "Okay, first of all, if you're here to see how I'm doing, let me just ease your troubled minds by telling you I'm fine." Somehow, he doubted Claude really gave a s**t. "Second, nobody is staying the ******** night, got it? Third, if you are expecting me to get so drunk that I spill all of my deepest, darkest secrets, you're going to be so very ******** disappointed. Drink if you want to drink, smoke if you want to smoke, or play video games." A look was directed at Oliver. "If you want to play video games." And then, Finn went to the table and grabbed a coke, cracking it open to take a swig.
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