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Happy Birthday, Drunk

Dec 06, 2009 21:21

WHO: Conner, Arthur, Moon, Gilbert and ???????????? (open for all you alkies and family members~)
WHEN: Sun. Dec. 6th late night
WHERE: Random bar!*cough*theoneArthurandIvanfrequent*cough* Cause no one wants to drink at work for celebrations
WHAT: Conner's sweet 25th. A night out drinking to celebrate
RATING: A for alcohol

( 99 bottles of Guinness on the wall~ )

happy birthday to me, status: complete, england, mongolia, real men have chest hair, loldrunks, prussia, republic of ireland, alcohol's a food group

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ichgewinneimmer December 7 2009, 19:06:38 UTC

Gilbert had already bought his first round when he started looking around the bar. Sipping his beer he noted a few characters. A strange redheaded fellow with an eyepatch, a man with enormous eyebrows, and a tall black haired woman(or was it a man?) sipping vodka sullenly. Gilbert could not quite tell what the woman was thinking, she was hidden behind a black curtain of silky locks. It didn't really matter though.

Strolling up to the girl, he slung an arm around her (surprisingly broad)shoulders and grinned.

"Hey, if you want to meet an awesome guy, I happen to know one," he said. "Don't worry though. He's not fucked up or a perv or anything like that. Just me. As if you didn't know."

No response. What was this bitch's problem?

"Anyways, I thought I'd come on over and give you a chance to buy me a drink or two."

HOHOHO, GILBO HAS A DEATHWISH >8D vicious_wolf December 8 2009, 00:07:37 UTC

" ......" What the fuck? Was some guy talking to him? And touching him?? He felt his eye twitch, and turned his head, looking at the white haired boy.

" I'm not into guys, kid." he grumbled, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. He was NOT in the mood to be touched or talked to by anyone right at this moment.

" Get your own drink." He responded, before he, as carefully as he could, removed the guy's arm from his shoulder. Not without giving it a finger breaking squeeze though.

godsavemy December 8 2009, 03:42:59 UTC

The not exactly loud, but most certainly audible sound of a heavy glass bottom meeting the polished wood of the bar, momentarily commanded Arthur’s attention - as most sudden noises next to one’s person were wont to do - and he flickered his eyes to the source, only to catch a flash of rarely-seen, but all too familiar face before it tilted down and fiery hair obstructed his view ( ... )

4leaf_charmed December 8 2009, 05:27:41 UTC

Conner kept his head down as if the curtain of bright hair could conceal his identity. Like hell, that was a fool's wishes. You would have to be an idiot to not know it was him if you'd seen him even once. And ever since that stupid ad everyone in the city, and beyond, had. Thank god they didn't know his name at least.

He glanced over again, wincing when he saw that his younger half-brother was indeed there and not some hallucination gained from bad alcohol. He adverted his gaze over the bar and bade the bartender over for another order. "Gimme 'nother Guinness n' a few more shots o' whiskey, aye? Thanks mate." Actually maybe he should have asked for the whole bottle...

The empty shot glass was played with by nervous hands. Should he say hello? Or would keeping quiet better. Really there was some chance left that he hadn't noticed him, right? Swallowing thickly he looked over again and took a deep breath.

"Fancy seein' ye here, Arthur," he greeted in a mumble, nodding his head stiffly.

godsavemy December 8 2009, 06:06:19 UTC

It was with no small amount of surprise that Arthur looked back at Conner, but nonetheless, gave a short nod in greeting. “In Liberty or in this particular pub?” he asked before taking a quick sip of his drink. Liquid courage, maybe. “I’ve been here for…” Arthur paused for a moment, mental calculations whirring in his head. “Four months now? ...Blimey, has it really been that long?” At times it felt like it had been lifetime since he moved here. An excruciatingly long one at that.

Shaking his head at the thought, Arthur continued, finding himself surprisingly chatty with one of the brothers he had least conversed with. “But I’m assuming you don’t visit this particular pub often, as I’m sure I would have seen you before now...” Or perhaps, they were just that good at avoiding each other. Arthur wouldn’t doubt it, as it took this long for him to run into just one of the twins - whereas it was a matter of weeks (or days) before he came across Dewi, Macbeth, Peter, and hell, even a new brother.