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[cheevy]

Well hey, look who's back! That's right, ladies and gentlemen, it's Miniver. The usual palm tree Miniver, 25 years old and ENTIRELY too drunk to care that as soon as he tumbles in from LA, Bar outfits him with copious amounts of glitter and eyeliner

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[dingdongdoodily]

As luck would have it, he also walked in around the time that This was happening, so he got a free show out of the deal, as well.

After Axel and Pickles finished talking, however, Pickles found himself alone once more, and had time to take off the chenille scarf and dozens of glittery, glassy colorful bead necklaces he had around his neck and stuff them into a bag under his chair, and get back to writing.

[cheevy]

Headtilt.

.tlitdaeH

:D!

Iiiiiit's a baby Pickles. AWESOME.

Miniver sashays over in a manner not at all sober and edges about trying to get a better look at him.

[dingdongdoodily]

The hippie got a browraise. "Had a bit too much fun durin' Mardi Gras, didn'tcha, champ?"

Damn bars and their constant interruptions. He stuffed his notebook back into his tight hip hugging pants and looked up at Miniver. The hippie got an eyesquint at that. "Do you got an uncle or somethin' that comes here, sport?"

[cheevy]

Miniver snorts. "Dude. It ain't Mardi Gras 'til you fall over your own feet at least once." There is more eyeing, and a long pause before he giggles, putting the question together in his mind with all the possibilities. "Uncle... heh... nah, but I got a me that shows up when I'm not here."

[dingdongdoodily]

Well that made enough sense where he put two and two together, himself, and was able to know who it was he was talking to.
"Dude, I like yer opinion. Share a drink with me, Cheevy." He kicked a chair out from under the table, before putting his feet up on the edge of the table itself.

"And apparently I'm a regular here, too. So that can't be too bad, y'know?"

[cheevy]

Miniver giggles again as he flops into the chair. "I know you are. Someday you and I'll be very well acquainted." Nod nod nod. "What're you drinkin' tonight? Or is it already better to ask what're you NOT drinkin'?"

[dingdongdoodily]

He looked at his glass, then squinted, looking up into the rafters, "Er, I think this waaaaas... Whiskey? Fuck, I can't remember now. It's been a long night."

He looked down at a rat passing by, "Hey you! With the face!" The rat stopped, squeaked at him, and waited for him to order. "Get me whatever he's havin', twice over." He thumbed over his shoulder at Miniver.

[cheevy]

"Ooh. I get to pick. Hee! Uhm. Hi, rat. Hi, ummm... dude, I like whiskey. Whiskey. Yeah. That. A lot of it." :D!

[dingdongdoodily]

That very sentence would have reminded a much-older Pickles of his vocalist, however, this one just snickered, "An' make his on the rocks, wouldja? Don't need to get this guy fallin' over yet."

The rat nodded, and scurried off. Pickles turned to Miniver then, head tilted slightly. "So what do y'mean, know me very well? Know as in 'oh hey there we're buds' or like... Biblical sorta knowin'?"

Because it wouldn't be the first Biblical knowing dude he'd run across in the bar already. He half wondered how much of a slut he really became in the future.

[cheevy]

Miniver smirks at Pickles. "Which would you prefer and why do you assume I'm going to tell you the truth about it?"

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles shrugged, "I don't care and why wouldn't you? Who knows, I might remember this conversation," Unlikely, "and I'll kick yer ass fer lyin' if you do."

[cheevy]

"I might not if the alternative is more fun. But you're right. You probably would kick my ass. I live with you. Like, in, y'know, a bunch of years from you-you."

Coherency. Ain't it great?

[dingdongdoodily]

"Oh, so like a roommate." Pickles said with a nod, "Right on. Do I still live in that condo I'm buyin? Four bed, two bath, distant ocean view off the patio?"

[cheevy]

Like a roommate. Sure. That works. "Yup. Nice place. All high up... got good breeze up there, y'know, for like... like I guess if you wanted to fly a kite or something off it not that I've ever tried... probably get tangled in the guy above. Heh... oh man that'd be a really funny way to send notes -- HEY! Know what'd be great??"

Drunk Miniver is drunk. Also sitting up rather abruptly with a disturbingly excited look in his eyes.

"We could get one of those big weird baloons that's like a monster or something and float it up to the upstairs guy's window. HEE."

[dingdongdoodily]

"You were always crazy then, awesome, I was kinda wonderin' about that." Pickles muttered, ruffling Miniver's hair.

"Okay, but really, why would I need a roommate if I ow....oooohhhh yeah okay so I do have sex with you. Great. That makes what, two? Three people in this bar already? What the hell."

[cheevy]

Blinkblink. "Oh, yeah, you do. 'Sfun." ^____^ "I think there's more'n two though. Like... more. Um, I dunno how many. Heh, dude, you were totally the first guy my ex cheated on me with."