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drunk!post // barways

May 15, 2009 22:50

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leonard "bones" mccoy, james mayer, cat's pups, dvl pups, gilbert, strawberry fields, cal chandler, walksmuses

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americas_son May 16 2009, 04:25:09 UTC

. . . oh, Cal has missed this feeling.

He'll just be curled contentedly up at the fireplace, enjoying it while it lasts.

On the floor.

pi_wakawaka May 16 2009, 04:27:46 UTC

Tiwa pokes him with her foot,

"Dance with me, you're cute."

americas_son May 16 2009, 04:29:30 UTC

Cal opens his eyes and gives her the kind of lazy smile that makes the girls at school back home giggle amongst themselves.

"Hi."

pi_wakawaka May 16 2009, 04:31:06 UTC

Its a good smile and she flushes some more,

"Don't do that unless you mean it and dance with me."

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averyhasagun May 16 2009, 04:25:59 UTC

Paul Avery currently has a very clearly defined set of typewriter-key-shaped marks on his face.

This may because he is resting his head on said keys.

There is, as it so happens, a sheet of paper tucked into the typewriter, and, if one is so inclined, it makes for a very entertaining read, as his level of coherency drops as the lines progress.

justdidntseeit May 16 2009, 05:14:38 UTC

She remembers waiting in line for security at Heathrow.

She remembers walking through the metal detector.

And she remembers stepping into the bar.

She doesn't remember drinking, but Jesus god, she's smiling too much to be sober and --

She settles on the next stool and squints at the sheet of paper, reading the lines visible over the top of Paul's head.

"'Broken, transient burritos no man or woman or country or nation-state could hope to jigsaw or parce'?"

averyhasagun May 16 2009, 05:32:46 UTC

"They -- migrate," comes the muffled response.

"Lots of mascara. Vodka. On the stairs. Cry and pack and leave with the guacamole and sing in bars with Judy Garland."

justdidntseeit May 16 2009, 05:36:05 UTC

"S'too bad -- I like guacamole. Like it a lot more than Judy Garland."

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consequenceless May 16 2009, 04:29:18 UTC

"Oh, God."

A monster headache is brewing for one (very drunk) Adelle DeWitt.

She does not recall having enough to knock her about this much, and she isn't going to try to, because the least thought it currently causing her some severe pain.

So, she'll just be over here, trying to get comfortable in one of the armchairs by the fire.

v_left_blank May 16 2009, 04:30:52 UTC

. . . Victor has no idea what's going on.

SQUARED.

Help?

consequenceless May 16 2009, 04:43:17 UTC

... She really does not have enough brain to even attempt to figure out an appropriate course of action, so:

"Hey! You -- Roger! Victor!"

(This is accompanied with very handwavey gestures of one hand.)

v_left_blank May 16 2009, 04:47:55 UTC

Victor can't think straight - whatever passes for thinking straight with a Doll - but he can recognize his name when he hears it.

He discovers very quickly that he also cannot walk straight.

"This is strange," he concludes, looking at the table in front of him that is decidedly off to the left of the chair holding the woman he was aiming for.

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doctorsawbones May 16 2009, 04:31:05 UTC

Dr. McCrazypants is in the house, and is in the beginning stages of an Epic Throwdown with the evil karaoke machine.

Goddammit, HE ISN'T GOING TO LET IT DICTATE WHAT HE CAN AND CAN'T SING.

pi_wakawaka May 16 2009, 04:31:58 UTC

Tiwa is just giggling and dancing around him,

"Dance with me since you won't otherwise and you're all sorts of hot."

doctorsawbones May 16 2009, 04:46:45 UTC

There is a very definite moment of, 'What'd she say?' before Bones seems to decide that this is a perfectly valid reason to go dancing.

"What sort'f dancin' did y' have in mind?"

He can't make anything out of the music that is currently playing, and as such cannot even begin to think of appropriate steps.

pi_wakawaka May 16 2009, 04:47:54 UTC

She takes his hands and starts just dancing, he can keep up,

"Dancing."

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just_fields May 16 2009, 04:34:11 UTC

... Things really shouldn't be as funny as Fields is suddenly finding them to be.

Really, she ought to be being more careful, or she's going to fall right off of the barstool she's currently perched on.

mmexlibris May 16 2009, 05:27:37 UTC

"Careful there."

The rich voice behind her belongs to a tall, ginger gentleman in a white button down shirt and jeans. His cheeks are bit flushed, and he gives her a saucy wink when she turns around.

"Is it warm in here or is it just me?"

just_fields May 16 2009, 05:45:37 UTC

-- and, oh, he has cleaned up nicely.

As her giggling subsides (somewhat), Fields steadies herself with one hand on the counter, using the other to cover up the smile that has very firmly planted itself on her face.

"It's at least two of us."

mmexlibris May 16 2009, 06:01:46 UTC

"Good," he smirks. "I'd hate to be the only one getting all steamed up."

He steps in close, reaching passed to take her drink from between her fingers and taking a long swig, his eyes never leaving her face.

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