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Who: Guy and Zelos/Zack (help yourselves :3 First come first served!)
What: Guy's drunk and probably in need of a babysitter. Or two.
Where: The bar. (Where else? xD)
When: After Guy's "LOL DRUNK" post.
Rating: God only knows. PG-13 to start I suppose.
Open: Not really. >_>;
The bar was, in short, an absolute mess.
The moment he'd woken up, Guy had taken one look at his surroundings: the shattered table, his ruined clothes, the blood all over the floor and his own bare chest, coming off his skin in little flakes of rusted red. He'd blinked blearily a few times, groaned, and almost literally dragged himself over to the bar. He'd fully intended to get a glass of water or something, maybe a bite to eat, then have a nice, long bath.
But somehow he'd ended up with alcohol, and one glass had turned into another, and eventually he'd just stopped caring. He supposed it was natural to want to find at least a temporary oblivion after... well, dying. Absently he recalled that Zack hadn't done so, but shrugged it off. Too little too late, really.
So he stayed at the bar, sloshing around a bottle of god-only-knew-what and drinking at a pace one could only call sluggish, the bloody Gardios sword on the counter within easy reach. He'd deal with the mess later - right now he really didn't want to think.
What: Guy's drunk and probably in need of a babysitter. Or two.
Where: The bar. (Where else? xD)
When: After Guy's "LOL DRUNK" post.
Rating: God only knows. PG-13 to start I suppose.
Open: Not really. >_>;
The bar was, in short, an absolute mess.
The moment he'd woken up, Guy had taken one look at his surroundings: the shattered table, his ruined clothes, the blood all over the floor and his own bare chest, coming off his skin in little flakes of rusted red. He'd blinked blearily a few times, groaned, and almost literally dragged himself over to the bar. He'd fully intended to get a glass of water or something, maybe a bite to eat, then have a nice, long bath.
But somehow he'd ended up with alcohol, and one glass had turned into another, and eventually he'd just stopped caring. He supposed it was natural to want to find at least a temporary oblivion after... well, dying. Absently he recalled that Zack hadn't done so, but shrugged it off. Too little too late, really.
So he stayed at the bar, sloshing around a bottle of god-only-knew-what and drinking at a pace one could only call sluggish, the bloody Gardios sword on the counter within easy reach. He'd deal with the mess later - right now he really didn't want to think.