Jan 18, 2010 11:38
[In the library car, a mound of books shifted quite suddenly as a hand thrust itself from the pile.]
Oh god... how long was I out?
[Slowly getting up, Ed blinked the glowing blue effect from his eyes and rubbed his forehead] The last thing I remember was getting drunk and then... What DAY is it?!
§ dropped - edward elric (wow)
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Suddenly Rina comes bursting through the door backwards, throwing something heavy and absolutely soaking wet. Her rings are out on her wrists and ankles, the fire is out - no doubt a result of the water.
She screams "YOUR FATHER WAS A PIGEON!" and slams the door shut, cutting off another loud 'honk!'. She stands there for a second, fists clenched and absolutely fuming before turning around, stopping only when she sees Ed.]
... hey. ... there a towel around here?
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[give him a moment, his mind is fuzzy]
Uh yeah, bathroom, just over there.
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[Rina stalks over to the bathroom, there's a clank and a swear, and she finally emerges with a towel over her head.
Sorry, Ed, her shirt might be a little see-through for a bit.]
I swear to it, this train has it out for me!
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[groaning he sits up fully and peers at Rina] Your boobs are showing.
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[She goes back to her futile attempts at drying herself off, muttering and grumbling incoherently, though if Ed were to listen close enough something akin to the words 'Asian porn star when I grow up' can be heard. She's being sarcastic, of course.]
How the hell do you have a hangover that lasts for weeks? What were you doing all this time? ... or do I even want to know.
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I dunno. It started with a contest... something to do about "Being able to out-drink Humunguosaur..." and then there was one of my summoned ghouls... and I think there was something to do with seeing if we could get Way Big drunk...
It was New Years. I once spent one of those passed out in a farm in Westfall because a party went out of hand. FYI? Undead people take a loooooong time to get drunk.
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I figured they would. There's like... nothing there to process all that alcohol going in.
[Well, the towel is soaked now and she's not even remotely dry yet. Sighing, she turns around and yanks her shirt off, twisting it to try and wring out the rest of the water. The skirt is a lost cause for the moment, though.]
I... got attacked by geese.
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[through the fuzziness of his mind, he focuses on one thing]
Geese? Since when do we have geese on the train?
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It's not normally like that... so I guess you just need to be on the look out for a rouge goose with an attitude problem.
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Well. Just don't kill it around me. I don't mind the cooking part.
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