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[lornegreen]

I knew Angel and Spike had been looking at me strange since my egregious outburst and unwavering display of drunkedness, but I felt I needed to use it as an excuse to vent a brainful of craziness. I let it out when I burst out laughing. Then, after I began to feel slightly embarassed, I calmed myself and took another swig from the vodka bottle

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[championbrooder]

I was glad to see Gunn come back with Angelina, even if she looked a little embarrassed, or wait, maybe that's ashamed, like we don't like her now because she left. Well that wasn't true.

"Welcome back, Angelina. We missed you." I told her, in an effort to make her more comfortable. Then I turned to Spike, because I just had to make a remark to him after Lorne announced he was going to get wasted.

I chuckled. "Spike, why don't you go with him? You can bond over alcohol."

[mad_poet_spike]

"Oh, you think you're so bloody funny, Angel. Ha. Ha." I said, but lots of alcohol did sound good, and I couldn't imagine wanting to bite Lorne no matter how drunk I got. Green is just not an attractive color for me when selecting my next meal.

"But I never was one to turn down alcohol, especially lots of it." I got up. If anything, I could get wasted too and forget about the fact, at least for tonight, that I have to train that gangly green git. Alright maybe he's not a git, but that was poetic, at least it sounded that way in my head.

"So, we off then, Lorne?"

[lornegreen]

"Wagon's west," I muttered. I grabbed my fedora from off the table and plunked it on my head. I handed the bottle of vodka to Spike. "Lead the way, padre

[mad_poet_spike]

His apartment was like the rest, so it's not like there was anything here I hadn't seen before. Except maybe the fridge full of alcohol. I gotta get me one of those.

I took a swig of the vodka I was holding, turned to look at Lorne and he's got two guns he had hidden away under his loud colored jacket. Bloody hell.

"Never thought of you as the hardware packing type. You got the bloody mafia after you or something? Good thing bullets can't kill me or I'd be in trouble. And no using me for target practice, no matter how bloody drunk I get."

I sat down in a chair, laid back. I was bothered by the fact that Lorne of all people was carrying not one, but two guns.

"How hard have things been for you?" I asked in a more sympathetic voice.