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[championbrooder]

Poor Lorne. I had thought maybe this would trouble him, but not to the extent he described. I guess I figured Lorne would find the lounge limelight and sing a tune to help himself move on. And that was a lot shallower sounding now after what he had just told us

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[lornegreen]

I secretly found it amusing how Spike was sizing me up. He had this look in his eye when he agreed to train me, a look that spoke volumes of how hard he was going to try to make this for me.

I got up and walked over to where Angelina left the bottle of vodka. I picked it up and took a large swig of it. I probably downed half the bottle. I shuddered and screwed the cap back on.

I knew what they were thinking. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking, that made me think I knew everything. Or maybe the alcohol coupled with the fact that I'm a freakin' empath demon that made me think it. Either way, I knew. I knew they were thinking, 'Poor Lorne, Poor pathetic Lorne, couldn't claw his way out of a wet paper bag. Lets try to help him.'

My vision started to waver. Damnit, I was getting tipsy.

Hmm. They can mock me all they want. Get a good chuckle out of it. I'm not as weak as they think I am.. at least I can force myself to believe that. After all, I am Pylean. I am Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan. I am..... really freaking drunk.

I sat back down in my chair before I toppled over. I held my head in my hands and moaned.

I gave Spike a low-brow look. "When do we start?" I asked him.

Then for whatever reason, I burst out laughing hysterically.

I think I need to sleep.