080 // embarassing drunken flood post! [VIDEO]

[thatlibbychick]

[OOC: Screened away from Jack Shephard and Desmond, out of courtesy to their players! Unless they want them to see it, in which case, go for it!]

Hey. HEY. Everyone.

[She pauses. She's completely blitzed.]

Okay. Now, our resident worst shrink ever--and that's CRANE, not me, don't even start! Anyway. He's saying the Barge is inescacabab...inescapable.

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[cautionarystory]

Ew.

[thatlibbychick]

NO, not "ew!" It was good. It was so good, we did it a lot.

[cautionarystory]

Even more ew. The last thing I need right now are horror stories of you banging the human-whale hybrid.

[thatlibbychick]

[Disproportionate sadface for the level of the remark! She's not even that offended, but when she's drunk her expressions are exaggerated. And then she decides being sad is for LOSERS and grins.]

We go to bed naked.

[cautionarystory]

So did me and Peter, but at least we remembered to hit the gym every once in a while.

[christ_onabike]

Oi, oi, lass. Leave her alone. For fuck's sake, she's pissed and that's the fucking guy she loves. Who gives a fuck about the rest? Grow the fuck up.

[cautionarystory]

He's gross and hearing about fat people sex is the opposite of a turn-on.

[christ_onabike]

Oh, piss off. Everyone likes something different and she's not asking you to fuck the guy. Take your fucking prejudice and shove it up your arse.

Who knows, you might fucking enjoy it, blondie.

[thatlibbychick]

Paddy? Paddy, have I ever told you how much I love you? Not like I love Hugo, but as a person. Because you're a good guy.

...where are you? I need to give you a hug.

[christ_onabike]

...Thanks.

I'm in the kitchen. I need to give you some fucking toast.

[thatlibbychick]

I'll give you a hug when I can get up and not fall down. I need to practice. Give me like...five minutes.

[christ_onabike]

You know, love, I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait.

SPAM

[thatlibbychick]

[About TEN minutes later, Libby comes walking into the kitchen with a stupid grin on her face. She waves to him.]

Hi, Paddy! It's me!

Re: SPAM

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy's busy making toast in numbers, pretty much by himself. He turns to Libby and offers her a slice from the top of his pile] Libby! Not fucking sobered up, I see, love.

Re: SPAM

[thatlibbychick]

[She takes the slice and shakes her head.] Nope!

[And then she suddenly throws her arms around him and gives him an awkward hug.]

Thank you for defending me.

Re: SPAM

[christ_onabike]

[He avoids getting toast on his shirt and awkwardly returns the drunken hug, but entirely sober and a little uncomfortably,]

Not the only thing I'm defending, but you're welcome.