Apr 10, 2010 00:27
Because it's been way too long...
Look! A bowl of mints.
Innocent breath mints. Just looking out for your oral hygiene.
Take one?
[ooc: In the immortal words of Adiva, pick a character, pick a setting, pick a remedy (if you're at a loss, you can assume it'll wear off in 24 hours), and have some fun with some genderswapping!]
gratuitous genderswap,
game post,
walksmuses
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Opening his eyes, the first thing Donny saw was another woman, all fancy-like in her half-suit, half-dress, winking at him and raising a glass. Pretty gal, maybe, who he might have given at least the time of day to (probably not much more, though) on any other occasion. But right now she was was ruining his plan to not be seen by anyone. Ever again. He felt his entire body - his entire, slender, petite female body, fuck - get hot.
Glaring the woman down, he shouted, from halfway down the bar, "What the fuck're you lookin' at, sweetheart?"
On the countertop, a small flask appeared. He already knew, putting it to his lips, what would be inside (the sweet, honey stuff Aldo used to carry around, minus the alcohol). He drank, cursed, and threw the flask on the floor. Couldn't this place let him get drunk, just once? Not even now, when he needed it more than fucking ever?
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"....Toast to a fellow drunk. I'm celebratin' destroyin' almost three years of sobriety. Plus."
Mark had never seen Angelina drunk. He always drove. ALWAYS. "...you're cute."
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Tugging on the back of his shirt so the neckline wouldn't sit so precariously low and replacing his suspenders, for fear of losing his trousers once he moved, Donny crossed to the woman, shoulders back, and did his best to make himself still look as big as possible. "Listen, toots, I'm not drunk, so how 'bout you keep your fuckin' toasts to your gahdamn self?"
At his sides, his fingers curled into fists. The reprocussions of being maybe half his rightful size hadn't sunken in yet. He was still ready for a fight, despite the favourable odds that he was now shorter than his sister. "You keep that kinda talk up an' see where it gets you. I try not ta hit ladies if I don't gotta, but you might be makin' yourself the exception."
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"...Kay. 'suppose. And uh." He pointed at her fists, holding up his hands, "I'm cool. So don't." her snorted back laughter, "y'know. Hurt me."
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And for that same reason, although he wouldn't have been able to put a finger on just what it was about it, that smirk made Donny that much more uncomfortable with the situation. A look like that seemed to speak against what the woman assured him of.
The flask reappeared on the bar-space nearest to him and, without even looking, he snatched it off the counter and took a hearty swig. "You keep it that way, I won't hafta."
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"Wait. that'd didn't come out right.."
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If Donny hadn't already reached the maximum peak of surprises tonight, he might have done something akin to a spit-take. As it was, he snorted, anyway. Which, unfortunately, spilled a bit of the liquor on his lips. Wiping it off with the back of his hand only served to piss him off more when he felt how smooth everything was. Not. Fucking. Right. "Maybe you ougta put down the pint glass, dollface," he grumbled, although, this time, the snarl was directed mostly towards himself. "Broads can only take so much an' you're slippin' past confused and right on inta crazy."
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