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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 25, 2010 0:41:56 GMT -5
It had been a long day and the woman was ready to get it over with. It was already late, her son was in bed and she was finding a way to relax. She hadn’t bothered with changing out of her work outfit and was currently cooped up in the kitchen, looking for something to eat or drink.
Actually drink sounded nice. Tequila preferably.
Smiling faintly, she grinned. A night with Jose was the best idea she’d had in a while.
Asher scooted around to one of the higher locked cabinets and climbed up on the counter to get down the bottle she wanted. It wasn’t Jose, but it was Patron. Yummy nonetheless. She smiled to herself and hummed, sitting down at the table and uncapping the bottle she’d just pulled out before humming and pouring herself a nice shot.
She took her time with the booze, not really wanting to get herself drunk, just a nice buzz, and followed it up with a few mixed drinks and the like, being careful of the amount she drank. It wasn’t long before there was a noticeable dent in the bottle, enough for a few shots to have been taken before she set the bottle aside, saying she wouldn’t drink anymore.
Pulling out a few last minute papers to grade, she held the pen steady, reading over each of the words carefully. It took a little while before she got through the first one, her buzz wearing down and she wrote down the score in neat lettering at the top before moving on to the next one.
And the next.
And the next.
And so on, until the short stack was done. Smiling faintly to herself, she stowed the papers before deciding that a few more drinks wouldn’t hurt. [/color][/size][/font] [/center] |
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Post by Damian Cato on Nov 1, 2010 23:31:39 GMT -5
Ian's large hand plucked it from the table before she could even blink, swinging it back to take several large gulps. It was with a grimace that he set it back down, face rosy from the drink he had obviously consumed before appearing behind her, though it was quickly replaced with a bright smile when he looked down at her. His other hand came up to muss her hair, resting on her shoulder when he was done.
"Good evening," he greeted brightly, accent thicker than it normally was when sober. "I am not disturbing you, am I? It looked like you were grading papers."
The gypsy moved over to the empty seat across from her before she could say anything. A flask was produced and then emptied and Ian gave a small sigh of relief before glaring at the Petron. "I do not how you can drink that swill. It is disgusting."
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Nov 2, 2010 0:25:53 GMT -5
It took a moment for Ash to comprehend what had just happened and apparently she was a bit more drunk than she thought, after finishing the papers. She turned in time to see Ian down the shot and snickered to herself. The Italian hated anything not from Italy and it never failed to amuse her, even in her drunk state.
“It’s Patron, Ian. Top shelf and gets you drunk faster than anything out of Italy,” she murmured, tilting her head to the side. She watched him, curious before running a hand through her hair, sorting it out. “And it’s not ‘swill’ as you put it,” she said, pouting slightly.
The alcohol made her more at ease and a bit more open about things, but then again, it made everyone like that. Shifting her position in the chair, she sat sideways, crossing one leg over the other, her skirt riding up in a teasing manner that had everything to do with being unintentional.
Looking back at the papers, they were cleared and shoved to the side since she was done. “No, I am done for now, ipo. What brings you out here at this time?” she asked with an air of innocence around her as her eyes roved over his frame slowly to take note of his appearance.
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Post by Damian Cato on Nov 2, 2010 22:56:30 GMT -5
The gypsy tapped the ugly bruise that covered half his face, smiling sardonically. "I am taking shelter from the accusing glares of your best friend," he replied in a light tone that hid the shudder at the thought of the tall blonde. Rowan looked like such a slight woman, despite her height, that he often wondered where she stored all that raw strength; it made him wonder if Asher was secretly that volatile.
He grimaced at the thought.
"She is quite scary when upset you know. I'm hoping she finds a man to help calm her down," he continued conversationally, reaching for the bottle again regardless of how bad he thought it tasted. As long as it would help him drink into oblivion, it could taste like cat piss for all he cared. There was another long swig before he set the bottle down once more. "How is it you became friends with her?
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Nov 2, 2010 23:31:06 GMT -5
Asher grimaced and frowned when he stole her bottle before she took it back, shrugging at his words. She took an even longer swig than he did, liking the feel of the tequila working through her system before she spoke again, eyes sparkling brighter.
"Maybe because she's better for me than a lot of people are. And she knows her place and doesn't bullshit around," she said, shrugging. "What do you want, Ian? And leave my bottle alone. Get your own."
Asher picked up the bottle, taking another long drink and feeling the tequila burn through her system as she let the fuzz take over her mind. Violet eyes were burning bright from the alcohol and from some of the other emotions that had been swirling through her.
It took a moment for her to speak, after that third long drink of tequila, killing maybe half the bottle. She'd be drunk in a few minutes.
"...Ian, I think we need to separate for a time. You need to focus on Nis and I need to focus on myself," she said, lowering her eyes for a moment before bringing them back up, a few tears sparking in her eyes from how close she was to destroying herself.
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