Happy Birthday PT3
John (4:23:52 PM): John: *Can feel the tension so teleports back to histent. Returns with shot glasses*
Molly (4:23:58 PM): Molly: *drinking her beer, glancing at Fred*
Fred (4:24:39 PM): Fred: I'll get one of those. *eagerly takes a shot*
Bradley (4:24:46 PM): Bradley: *Sees the shot glasses.* I like your thinking, John.
Molly (4:25:03 PM): Molly: *grinning* Wonderful idea, John!
John (4:25:10 PM): John: Well I thought it ain't a birthday till we've done shots
LOGAN (4:25:14 PM): Logan: Hell, why not? *needs more alcohol after all this talk about Victor*
John (4:25:41 PM): John: *hands out rest of the shot glasses* Vodka? Rum? Or absyinthe?
Bradley (4:25:52 PM): Bradley: Vodka for me.
Molly (4:26:13 PM): Molly: Same. *avoiding the absynthe for now and wondering how the hell he got it*
Fred (4:26:37 PM): Fred: Absynthe. Do it like all those boys in the 18-hundreds.
LOGAN (4:27:22 PM): Logan: *half grins* Bull shit. In Paris, maybe.
LOGAN (4:27:50 PM): Logan: Well, let's see what I missed. Absinthe.
Fred (4:27:56 PM): Fred: *chuckles* Shoulda figured you'd know.
John (4:28:00 PM): John: *hands out the bottles* I don't want anyone able to walk back to their tents in a straight line after tonight
Fred (4:28:13 PM): Fred: *wonders if that's a good idea for him*
Bradley (4:28:29 PM): Bradley: I doubt any of us will even make it back to our tents at this rate.
LOGAN (4:28:43 PM): Logan: Don't worry, Fred. If all else fails, we'll roll you.
Fred (4:29:04 PM): Fred: *looks at him and hell, if looks could kill...*
Molly (4:29:24 PM): Molly: *has a shot glass in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other* Good god. It's new years at my parents house all over again.
John (4:29:32 PM): John: Stryker is gonna kick our asses. *laughs at Logans comment* Oh don't worry about it Dukie. We'll aim you towards Jacks tent.
Bradley (4:29:43 PM): Bradkey: Who?
Fred (4:29:55 PM): Fred: I hate alla ya.
LOGAN (4:30:04 PM): Logan: Stryker owes us.
Molly (4:30:13 PM): Molly: *looking a bit shocked but teasing Fred slightly* You don't hate me. What have I done?
LOGAN (4:30:21 PM): Logan: Yeah, who's he?
Fred (4:30:48 PM): Fred: Nah, yer okay, Moll. Can't hate a pretty face.
Molly (4:31:45 PM): Molly: *grinning*
LOGAN (4:31:47 PM): Logan: 'Moll'? You think you're James Cagney now?
Molly (4:32:05 PM): Molly: Hey, now. I'm fine with Fred calling me that. I sort of like it
LOGAN (4:32:13 PM): Logan: *must be getting a bit tipsy, judging from the references to ancient stuff*
Fred (4:32:19 PM): Fred: *laughs* Well, he was cool.
Bradley (4:33:29 PM): Bradley: Yep. White Heat is a classic.
Molly (4:33:39 PM): Molly: I havent seen that one in a while
Fred (4:35:42 PM): Fred: *He still hasn't told John about what happened with Victor and is still nervous about it. He guzzles down the absinthe.*
John (4:35:51 PM): John: *munching on chilli considering what to drink next*
LOGAN (4:36:21 PM): Logan: *switches to vodka, the bottle being available*
Molly (4:36:44 PM): Molly: *searching for her own bottle of rum, pouring and downing a shot*
Bradley (4:37:08 PM): Bradley: *Takes another shot, this one of rum since Logan stole the vodka.*
Molly (4:37:49 PM): Molly: *gives herself a minute before taking another shot, looking at Fred* How is that stuff?
John (4:38:41 PM): John: You alright Dukie? Chilli ok?
Fred (4:39:51 PM): Fred: *Puts the heel of his hand to his eyes.* Quiet for a minute. I thought I saw somethin' in the fire, so I think the absinthe is gettin' to me.
Molly (4:40:34 PM): Molly: *raising an eyebrow just slightly but not saying anything. She thinks she needs another shot.*
Bradley (4:40:44 PM): Bradley: Hallucinating already? I think that's some kind of record.
LOGAN (4:40:44 PM): Logan: *snorts* Never thought you'd be the first to fall, Fred. Not with that body mass.
John (4:41:03 PM): John: *Glances at the fire and then at the others not making a comment*
Molly (4:42:04 PM): Molly: *shifting just slightly on the log, elbowing bradley's ribs accidentally* Sorry.
LOGAN (4:42:07 PM): Logan: *frowns at John* What, you too? Don't tell me you're all seeing fairies. Just what did you put in that chili?
Fred (4:42:37 PM): *a piece of wood collapses in the fire and embers fly up into the air* Fred: Oh, thank god. Wasn't just seein' things.
Bradley (4:43:06 PM): Bradley: It's alright, Molly. *Puts his arm around her shoulders.*
Molly (4:43:42 PM): Molly: *wrapping her arm around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder again.*
John (4:44:02 PM): John: *raises eyebrow at Logan* My cookin' is just fine thanks mutton chops, it's this alcohol, some of us ain't cut out for drinkin' like Gadget Boy over there. *knows Bradlet is caught up in being all loved up with Molly*
Fred (4:44:38 PM): Fred: *he rubs at his eyes, hesitant* John. I got somethin' to tell ya. Before I get any more drunk an' make a big idiot of myself.
Bradley (4:44:44 PM): Bradley: *Grins.* Shut up John. Can I help it if she's a cuddler?
John (4:45:12 PM): John: *Grins at Bradley before looking back at Fred* What is it Dukie-boy?
LOGAN (4:45:56 PM): Logan: *snorts - like it's not too late for that*
Fred (4:46:18 PM): Fred: it's about when you were gone. The fight I had. *He looks cautiously at Logan to see if he would mind discussing the fight*
Molly (4:47:04 PM): Molly: *listening to Fred, mildly concerned*
LOGAN (4:47:35 PM): Logan: *is too busy drinking, and will remain so until people say something nasty about Victor*
Bradley (4:47:46 PM): Bradley: *Takes another shot. He's going to need it with Fred confessing all.*
Molly (4:48:13 PM): Molly: *takes another shot...just for the hell of it*
John (4:48:20 PM): John: I had wondered when you were gonna bring that up buddy. What happened? *Looks at Logan puzzled as to why Fred did* What's got everyone else so worked up?
Bradley (4:48:49 PM): Bradley: Let Dukes tell you.
Fred (4:49:06 PM): Fred: *He rubs the back of his neck, uncomfortable* I was at the lagoon. Figured it was to only place to take a bath, but... Creed found out that's what I was usin' it for. Somehow, I dunno how, but he found a camera.
Molly (4:49:50 PM): Molly: *tensing slightly as she listens to Fred recount this, the faintest of frowns on her face*
John (4:50:07 PM): John: *John got the feeling her knew where this was going* What the heck happened?!
Bradley (4:50:36 PM): Bradley: *His face goes serious, remembering the shit hitting the fan later on.*
Molly (4:51:41 PM): Molly: *worrying her lower lip now, running her fingers through her hair in an effort to get it out of her face. Her hair refuses to listen*
Fred (4:52:04 PM): Fred: *He takes another swig of beer to stall* The minute I got out, he took a picture and ran back to camp. When I get there, there's about a hundred of these pictures up everywhere. *The memory of that alone was painful, but the memory of the others finding them was worse*
LOGAN (4:52:31 PM): Logan: *is avoiding getting involved in the conversation unless he has to, forcing himself to relax and not overreact when people judge Victor for the things he did that are actually worth judging*