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Who: Sha Gojyo (r3dh3ad) and ANYONE
What: Gojyo is drunk and stumbling around in the streets. YAY.
Where: The neighborhood, closer to some shops than the tenements
When: Probably late at night
Rating: Probably worksafe, though you never know with a character who has consumed mass amounts of alcohol
Open: YES ♥
God, but did it feel good to get shit-faced drunk. Gojyo found that his respect for the city had grown immensely in the last few hours; after all, any place with a bar that stocked with alcohol had to have at least something going for it.
Only...this wasn't the outside of the bar. Gojyo had only been stepping outside for a quick breather, really. He still had half a glass of beer inside with his name on it. The city was playing it's goddamn door trick again, wasn't it? This Gojyo recognized even through his booze induced haze. The place he was now looked vaguely familiar, though Gojyo couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He'd figure it out later when the world wasn't shifting around quite so much.
Speaking of which...woah. Gojyo stumbled a little bit, even though he had been standing quite still for the last few minutes. Placing his hand up against a nearby wall, Gojyo leaned down for a second to vomit. Vomit violently. That he certainly hadn't missed.
Trying to steady himself again, Gojyo felt a most unpleasant sensation in the general vicinity of his left hand. A rather painful one, as a matter of fact. Turning his head minimally as to not aggravate his oncoming headache, Gojyo looked at his left hand, which he had somehow managed to thrust through a shop window during his time in the outside world. "Ow," Gojyo mumbled blankly, retracting his hand to get a better look at it. Little shards of glass had embedded themselves into his skin, and already blood was flowing quite freely from the larger gashes.
"Fuck!" Gojyo shouted, pulling his hand into his chest. This only aggravated things further. "OW! FUCK!" he shouted again. Where was Hakkai? Hakkai was good. Hakkai made things stop hurting. But...Gojyo didn't know where Hakkai was. He's probably somewhere, Gojyo thought, quite intelligently in his opinion. Gojyo didn't feel much in the mood for looking, however. Having found himself with no choice, Gojyo sat down in the middle of the street, waiting for Hakkai to come find him.
[[OOC: Having never been drunk myownself, this is pure guessing on my part. APOLOGIES FOR FAILURE.]]
What: Gojyo is drunk and stumbling around in the streets. YAY.
Where: The neighborhood, closer to some shops than the tenements
When: Probably late at night
Rating: Probably worksafe, though you never know with a character who has consumed mass amounts of alcohol
Open: YES ♥
God, but did it feel good to get shit-faced drunk. Gojyo found that his respect for the city had grown immensely in the last few hours; after all, any place with a bar that stocked with alcohol had to have at least something going for it.
Only...this wasn't the outside of the bar. Gojyo had only been stepping outside for a quick breather, really. He still had half a glass of beer inside with his name on it. The city was playing it's goddamn door trick again, wasn't it? This Gojyo recognized even through his booze induced haze. The place he was now looked vaguely familiar, though Gojyo couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He'd figure it out later when the world wasn't shifting around quite so much.
Speaking of which...woah. Gojyo stumbled a little bit, even though he had been standing quite still for the last few minutes. Placing his hand up against a nearby wall, Gojyo leaned down for a second to vomit. Vomit violently. That he certainly hadn't missed.
Trying to steady himself again, Gojyo felt a most unpleasant sensation in the general vicinity of his left hand. A rather painful one, as a matter of fact. Turning his head minimally as to not aggravate his oncoming headache, Gojyo looked at his left hand, which he had somehow managed to thrust through a shop window during his time in the outside world. "Ow," Gojyo mumbled blankly, retracting his hand to get a better look at it. Little shards of glass had embedded themselves into his skin, and already blood was flowing quite freely from the larger gashes.
"Fuck!" Gojyo shouted, pulling his hand into his chest. This only aggravated things further. "OW! FUCK!" he shouted again. Where was Hakkai? Hakkai was good. Hakkai made things stop hurting. But...Gojyo didn't know where Hakkai was. He's probably somewhere, Gojyo thought, quite intelligently in his opinion. Gojyo didn't feel much in the mood for looking, however. Having found himself with no choice, Gojyo sat down in the middle of the street, waiting for Hakkai to come find him.
[[OOC: Having never been drunk myownself, this is pure guessing on my part. APOLOGIES FOR FAILURE.]]