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Post by Marguerite on Mar 6, 2008 0:34:37 GMT -5
ooc; Open thread! : D -----------------
After a long day at work (i.e. an actual full day, because Buttercup was off on vacation), Paquette was quite ready to relax. So, before any of her family could rope her into working, Paquette snuck out to the Meditation Glades with her latest trashy novel, a bottle of sparkling water, and a hammock.
She soon arrived at her favorite little copse of trees, right by a peaceful little crook that she supposed ought to make her aware of the oneness of nature or her deep inner peace or something but really just made her vaguely sleepy. Paquette hung up her hammock in a patch of sunshine and flopped onto it, abandoning book and bottle and pulling her hat down over her eyes.
Oh yes, this was much better than actually doing something.
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Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2008 2:23:39 GMT -5
He hadn't been this drunk in...when...well, he couldn't quite remember ever being this drunk. This was passed blacking out on the couch, or blacking out in general. He was completely out of it.
So he'd thought a trip to the Meditation Glades would help sober him up so that he wouldn't look like death warmed over when he went to work the next day. Where he would see Gavin. The thought filled him with a kind of pain that was numbed by the massive amounts of alchohol in his blood. Gavin wasn't his friend anymore. Because of Samantha. He couldn't see Samantha anymore if he wanted to be friends with Gavin. And he did. But he couldn't help remembering how it felt to hold her. Which wasn't what could friends did. Which was why he suddenly felt like throwing up.
That or the massive amounts of alchohol in his blood right now.
He staggered over the glades and tripped into a small copse of trees. Without really taking in WHO was in the hammock, David plopped down next to it and gave a little moan because he'd sat on a small rock.
"Do you have the tiiiiiiiiiime?" He asked with an incredibly goofy grin. "I need the tiiiiiiime. I should get a watch. But I dun wanna! They make me late for things. You know that? Watches make you late."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 8, 2008 2:29:43 GMT -5
Paquette tensed, but didn't move. What the hell?
She tipped up her hat. A... man. A drunk man. By her hammock. Oh yes, that was perfectly normal for the Meditation Glades.
"No, I don't have the time," Paquette replied, as sensibly as she could. She twitched the white hem of her gaulle away from the drunken stranger. Well, whatever. She wasn't about to let him ruin her rest and relaxation. "Oh, I'm always late for things. Are you late for something right now, sir? I'm sure you are. You should go."
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Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2008 2:32:19 GMT -5
"Noooooooo. I'm not laaate. I was too early! I left the building too eaaarly. I should've made sure tin can was okay, but stupid harpy was panicking so I had to calm her down and then she got me into trouble with the knighty mc shunning amish wall and now I have no friennnnnnnnnnds."
In his mind, this had made perfect sense. In his mind, he was carrying out a perfectly intelligent conversation and so he couldn't quite understand why he was getting that look from Paquette that said 'please remove your offensive self'.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 8, 2008 2:42:34 GMT -5
Paquette pretended this made sense.
"I think you need to go make sure that your tin can is still safe," she suggested serenely. "It would be just terrible if your tin can continued to keep your friends away."
Drat it all, he would contaminate her sparkling water with his alcohol fumes.
At that moment, Gavin rode by on his weekly weekend quest to avoid righting wrongs. He glared at David and then looked up at the sky with a very loud, "Oh look! My barrier of Amish shunning's clearly working! I certainly don't see a terrible best friend irritating that shepherdess who gave me her crook."
"How's that working out for you?" Paquette asked, folding her arms behind her head.
"Dragons laugh themselves to death when they see all the ribbons."
"See? Much less work for you. Win-win."
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Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2008 10:15:00 GMT -5
David looked up at the sound of Gavin's voice. It was his tin can! Who was still shunning him. His stomach twisted harshly and he winced.
"M'not a terrible friend." He protested weakly. "I'm shorey. REALLY SHOREY. I didn't mean anything....I don't want you to amish shun me forever." He tried to stand and failed miserably at it.
"What can I dooooooo?"
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 8, 2008 18:23:34 GMT -5
"Oooh, did I hear an apology somewhere in the drunken babble filtering through my barrier of Amish shunning?" Gavin asked.
"No duh," replied Paquette, watching in amusement.
Gavin glared at her crossly. "I'm shifting my barrier of Amish shunning to you, Miss Smart-Aleck."
"It's actually 'Paquette'. It's much easier to say than 'Miss Smart-Aleck."
Gavin waved vaguely at the air around him. "Oooh, didn't catch a word of that thanks to my invisible barrier of Amish shunning. Now, did I possibly hear a 'Gee Gavin, sorry to have left you for dead in a burning building and I swear it won't happen again'? From anyone? From anywhere?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 10, 2008 21:51:31 GMT -5
"S'not just that." He muttered miserably. He couldn't keep this from his friend. Not a secret or wrong doing of this magnitude, and besides it would be worse if Gavin found out some other way.
"I mean. I'm reaaaaallll shorey for living you to burn in a building'n'all, but I didn't think thats what I wash dooing."
He took a deep breath, which somehow had the effect of making him dizzy. "M'slept with her mate. Shorey."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 10, 2008 22:00:25 GMT -5
"You... what?" Gavin asked, more than a little dumbfounded. "You... hang on."
"What happened to your barrier of Amish shunning?" Paquette inquired.
Gavin ignored her entirely. "You... look, David... I honestly wouldn't've minded if you said you fancied Samantha, but you told me you didn't and nothing could ever happen between you two! I would have backed out if you hadn't lied to me!" He glared at David, suddenly furious. "You know what? I don't even know if I'm angrier that you slept with the girl I flat out told you I fancied and with whom I actually seemed to have a chance, unlike, oh, I don't know, every other Dream out there, or the fact that you lied and said it was impossible for you do anything and letting me build my hopes up. Some friend you are."
He clenched his fists around the reigns and tugged, hard. "If you weren't disgustingly drunk, I'd punch you. As it is, you're not worth the trouble it'd take to dismount."
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Post by Jules on Mar 10, 2008 22:05:18 GMT -5
David buried his head his hands and then raked them through his hair, pulling at the strands harshly.
"I....didn't think it was posshible. It just kinda....happened. Gavin I'm shorey. Oh god, so shorey. I didn't mean any of it."
But Gavin was right, he wasn't any kind of friend, and deep down he knew it wouldn't ever happen again, what had happened with Samantha. The horrific guilt was ripping his internal organs apart and it was only being incredibly drunk at the moment that prevented him from concocting a decent suicide plan.
"You can punch me if you want." It was hard to imagine someone sounding more pathetic then David did at this moment.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 10, 2008 22:12:31 GMT -5
Gavin threw David a disgusted look. "Unlike you, I'm not unchivalrous enough to fight unfairly. Go ahead with your bloody sneak attacks. There's no way in hell I'd lower myself to your level and attack an unarmed opponent."
He yanked his horse around and galloped off, seething in fury.
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