What a day.
What a day. I so totally needed a drink. It had been a long ass day, ending with a big fight. And yeah, that’s what I came to L.A. for, but I was rusty. I loved the release. It was just what I needed. And we won and all, but we kinda got the shit smacked out of us too. Nothing a little rest and.. oh who am I kidding? All I wanted was a good drink. Wash away everything.
I’d left Gunn in kind of a hurry. Just needed some space, you know? He seemed a little confused when I split, but he’ll get over it. He's tough.
I found myself outside a really dark, dirty bar as I wandered the streets in L.A. at night. I guess this was as good of a place as any to get drunk.
Walking in, I realized that it was a biker bar. And I’m not talking hot biker boys either. I’m talking like big, fat, tattooed biker gang type of guys. Kinda scary if you weren’t me. I was used to this.
I walked over to the bar and I was thinking about the day. I remembered that woman that that one Slayer had saved. What was her name? Anne? I heard she ran a shelter or something. And that the shelter was low on money, and always was. Too bad. Seemed like a good enough cause. No way in hell I’d ever do something like that, but it’s a good cause.
That’s when I overheard a couple of the bikers talking about a drinking contest. Sounded like fun. I stood up from the bar before ordering a drink and walked over to them. Looked like there were just two who were gunna go at it. They each seemed to have a gang of their own. Rival biker gangs? Damn. Would it never end?
“Hey guys,” I said as I strutted over to them. “I wanna weigh in here.”
One of them turned to me. “Who are you placing your bets on?”
“Me.”
The bar erupted in laughter. They all seemed to study me. I didn’t look like I posed much of a threat to their manlihood. I was just a girl right? A little girl who wanted to play the man’s game. But I knew. I knew I could drink them all under the table easy. Slayer constitution plus loads of practice. This should be fun.
“Sure thing baby. You can join in.”
I smiled and pulled out the money that I had. It wasn’t much, but after all of the betting was done I realized that I was going to make a shit load if, I mean when, I won. Close to five thousand dollars. Everyone wanted a piece of this now that there was a chick in the mix. Guess they figured I was a safe person to bet against. God I loved it when people were stupid.
Then it started. I was downing drinks like mad. Damn what a rush. One bottle after another. They were cheap and used beer, but whatever man. I was totally kicking their asses, making a shit load of money, and getting drunk all at once.
I was on my twelfth beer when the first guy nearly fell to the ground. I stopped for a second to see what he was going to do. Would he get back up? Shit. Nope. Get back up? Not after puking his guts out like that! He was out.
I was feeling the effects, but nowhere near puking or passing out, so it was all good. My vision was getting a little hazy and it was harder to get the bottle to my mouth, but I did it. And when the other guy suddenly passed out, everyone in the bar looked at me in shock.
I wavered a bit, but damn I was good. I looked down at all the money. I decided to take half for myself and give half to that shelter. That is, if I remember that in the morning.
I put my hand down on the bar to steady myself. I had to get out of here now. I was feeling a little restless still from after the fight and now with the alcohol in me? Oh God I didn’t want to end up doing something with one of these nasty biker guys.
I pulled out my cell phone. I didn’t know L.A. very well, especially not when I was totally shit-faced. I stared down at the phone and realized just how blurred my vision had become. The phone… it looked like there were three. I focused my attention and hit the voice-dial button.
Putting the phone to my mouth I managed to slur out the name, “Gunn.”
It was ringing. I wandered out of the bar and slid down on to the ground. The ground was comforting. I knew I couldn’t fall over very far now.
Come on Gunn, pick up!
Open to Gunn to come pick up a totally drunk-faced Faith
I’d left Gunn in kind of a hurry. Just needed some space, you know? He seemed a little confused when I split, but he’ll get over it. He's tough.
I found myself outside a really dark, dirty bar as I wandered the streets in L.A. at night. I guess this was as good of a place as any to get drunk.
Walking in, I realized that it was a biker bar. And I’m not talking hot biker boys either. I’m talking like big, fat, tattooed biker gang type of guys. Kinda scary if you weren’t me. I was used to this.
I walked over to the bar and I was thinking about the day. I remembered that woman that that one Slayer had saved. What was her name? Anne? I heard she ran a shelter or something. And that the shelter was low on money, and always was. Too bad. Seemed like a good enough cause. No way in hell I’d ever do something like that, but it’s a good cause.
That’s when I overheard a couple of the bikers talking about a drinking contest. Sounded like fun. I stood up from the bar before ordering a drink and walked over to them. Looked like there were just two who were gunna go at it. They each seemed to have a gang of their own. Rival biker gangs? Damn. Would it never end?
“Hey guys,” I said as I strutted over to them. “I wanna weigh in here.”
One of them turned to me. “Who are you placing your bets on?”
“Me.”
The bar erupted in laughter. They all seemed to study me. I didn’t look like I posed much of a threat to their manlihood. I was just a girl right? A little girl who wanted to play the man’s game. But I knew. I knew I could drink them all under the table easy. Slayer constitution plus loads of practice. This should be fun.
“Sure thing baby. You can join in.”
I smiled and pulled out the money that I had. It wasn’t much, but after all of the betting was done I realized that I was going to make a shit load if, I mean when, I won. Close to five thousand dollars. Everyone wanted a piece of this now that there was a chick in the mix. Guess they figured I was a safe person to bet against. God I loved it when people were stupid.
Then it started. I was downing drinks like mad. Damn what a rush. One bottle after another. They were cheap and used beer, but whatever man. I was totally kicking their asses, making a shit load of money, and getting drunk all at once.
I was on my twelfth beer when the first guy nearly fell to the ground. I stopped for a second to see what he was going to do. Would he get back up? Shit. Nope. Get back up? Not after puking his guts out like that! He was out.
I was feeling the effects, but nowhere near puking or passing out, so it was all good. My vision was getting a little hazy and it was harder to get the bottle to my mouth, but I did it. And when the other guy suddenly passed out, everyone in the bar looked at me in shock.
I wavered a bit, but damn I was good. I looked down at all the money. I decided to take half for myself and give half to that shelter. That is, if I remember that in the morning.
I put my hand down on the bar to steady myself. I had to get out of here now. I was feeling a little restless still from after the fight and now with the alcohol in me? Oh God I didn’t want to end up doing something with one of these nasty biker guys.
I pulled out my cell phone. I didn’t know L.A. very well, especially not when I was totally shit-faced. I stared down at the phone and realized just how blurred my vision had become. The phone… it looked like there were three. I focused my attention and hit the voice-dial button.
Putting the phone to my mouth I managed to slur out the name, “Gunn.”
It was ringing. I wandered out of the bar and slid down on to the ground. The ground was comforting. I knew I couldn’t fall over very far now.
Come on Gunn, pick up!
Open to Gunn to come pick up a totally drunk-faced Faith