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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 18:38:17 GMT -5
Free drinks > money.
"Course!" She exclaimed and pulled out as much shot glass as she could fit into her two hands, and then lined them up on the countertop.
Zizzy looked up to see Yuri still hesistating. He'd taken her jibe about the payment a little too seriously. "Why are you still here?" She asked wonderingly. Didn't he understand the principles of a break?
She turned to Alexander with a wicked grin. "I am absoulutely wizard at shots." Zizzy declared, although exactly what 'wizard' meant might've not been clear to everyone. "How bout you Fire Hazard?"
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Post by rose on Feb 15, 2008 18:47:53 GMT -5
"Fine," Yuri agreed, though a little reluctant to perform before a member of the monarchy when there was the distinct issue of the Nightmare song overpowering his half-Dream blood. The male preferred to keep his heritage undisclosed, though it was likely they had already guessed.
"I vill be right back then," he nodded politely, taking the easy way out of the bar (not before staring incredulously at the juggling prince) by lifting the counter. "Try not to cause as much damage as I have," was his attempt at a joke.
He would make a quick pit stop, go outside momentarily and then hastily make his return. If the boss returned and he wasn't present, Yuri would be facing unemployment.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 20:45:56 GMT -5
"Take your time," Alexander suggested breezily, feeling a bit idiotic when Yuri lifted the counter, considering his dramatic leap over it a few minutes ago. He made a mental note to ask Yuri to join them drinking shots when he returned, and turned back to Zizzy with a pitying look.
"Leave the catchy nicknames to me, sweetheart," he said with a patronizing smile. "Now then." He filled two glasses with the first bottle he grabbed. He lifted his own and slid hers down the counter to her. "Traditionally with shots, the first toasts should be to yourself. And since I am more important, richer and better looking than you, the first one is, consquently to me." He tipped his glass at her and downed it in one go. Pride kept him from coughing, but his throat burned with the unknown liquid. "Wow," he croaked.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 20:54:33 GMT -5
Zizzy laughed thunder.
"You're right. You're much prettier then I am." Taking the second in hand, she watched his reaction as he swallowed his. She was a veteran drinker, but Alex came across the same way. But she didn't waste a second on being apprehensive about the effect it would have on her. She brought it to her mouth, tilted her head back, and let the liquid slide down her throat in one fell swoop.
Zizzy spluttered, her cheeks flared blue and there was the sound of electric crackling coming from inside her mouth for a moment. She blinked. It took her a moment to regain her composure.
"Again." She croaked back with a grin.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 21:16:13 GMT -5
He laughed. He wasn't drunk yet, he didn't think, but he liked her laugh, and her cheeks turned blue when she drank and that was funny. "Again!" he agreed and poured two more glasses.
This time he nodded solemnly at her. "To you, Zizzy Thundercloud." The second time, he was prepared for it and he grinned once it was gone.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 21:43:23 GMT -5
She took hers, and smiled graciously before slamming it back. Her cheeks still flared blue, and she still spluttered a little, and maybe she was beginning to feel a bit of a buzz, but she was still only just a bit tipsy. Zizzy could probably handle more.
Probably.
"Who should we toast to next?" Zizzy couldn't really remember when she'd had so much fun. At they were only two shots in.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 22:48:14 GMT -5
"Ah...." He thought, brows furrowing with the effort. "Alright, I will choose this one, but you have to choose the next one. Capiche?"
With practiced ease he filled yet another two glasses to the brim. He held his up, balancing it precariously on one finger. "To every mortal, for having the guts to be afraid and give us life." Tip. Another empty glass, and he was beginning to feel a slightly tingling behind his eyes.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 23:08:18 GMT -5
She laughed again (a habit of hers when she was getting drunk) and nodded happily, taking down the third. Which hit her a little hard. A few moments later and the shapes and colors around her were definitely beginning to bleed into one another just a little bit. But still, she remained upright.
"OK. To Yuri! For the free drinks!" She'd have never been able to afford this any other way.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 23:41:54 GMT -5
"Dear, dear Yuri," Alexander agreed, who could afford this any way or time he chose. He drained his glass and thumped against his chest to help it go down. The bottle was 2/3 of the way gone.
"Alright, here's to.... er, life," he finished lamely. "To being young and alive."
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Post by rose on Feb 16, 2008 18:25:37 GMT -5
After being subjected to clouds of cigarette smoke and the unwanted advances of a prostitute, Yuri decided it was time to head back into the bar.
Lowering his hat as he re-entered, and briskly heading to where Zizzy and Alexander were having fun with the stock, Yuri seated himself upon one of the bar stools, observing them with great interest.
"Vould you mind getting me a glass so I could have some before you drink us dry?" He queried, the look on his face close to a smile without being one.
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Post by Jules on Feb 17, 2008 10:47:57 GMT -5
"You're not young." She complained, but took the shot anyways. Zizzy could probably no longer handle more. The room's colors had sufficiently leaked into one another so that she was having trouble seperating the floor from the wall, and people from the tables and chairs. Which was going to make it hard to walk.
When Yuri came back in, Zizzy grinned and pushed a glass towards him, as she did it, an electric shot wound around it and then snaked back to her hand. Drunk thunderstorms tended to be a bit of a mess.
"Pffffft. We haven't even finished one bottle, we're not in danger of drinking you dry, I'm in danger of falling over though." She chuckled, but she wasn't really joking and had to lean on the counter.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 17, 2008 14:48:17 GMT -5
Alright, admittedly, he was semi-detached from his sensory system, but he wasn't drunk yet. Zizzy, on the other hand, totally was. And that, for some reason, was hilarious.
Laughing, he put not one, but three, glasses in front of Yuri, filling each to the stop. "Hurry, Yuri," (heh, that rhymned), "Catch up." Had they done three? Maybe it was five, actually, he couldn't remember. Then he took another three and arranged them in a nice little triangle, one for each of them. The last drop of the unknown drink of doom went into the third glass and Alexander gave it a look of disappointment.
"Hustle, Yuri. I have, as Prince of Nightmares, bestowed upon you the next toast," he said, nudging the what would be Yuri's fourth shot toward him.
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Post by rose on Feb 17, 2008 17:23:45 GMT -5
"Oh really?" He queried, amused by the fact that there was harder, more potent drinks which they could have chosen, but they were already seemingly losing their sobriety.
Picking up the shot glass, he swirled the liquid about as he thought of a suitable toast.
"To the both of you," the Marelock's eyes twinkled. "For being such great customers!" Downing the contents, Yuri hoisted himself onto the bar, swinging his legs around and standing on the other side of the counter.
"Here ve go," he chuckled, the drink already sinking its clutches into him. "This stuff vill make you feel like you're on fire." He offered the bottle to Alexander, judging him to be the more responsible of the three of them, at the time being.
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Post by Jules on Feb 17, 2008 19:38:40 GMT -5
Shot after shot. She'd stopped being able to remain sober under the influence a little while back.
"I don't think he needs a drink. You know. To make him feel like he's. You know. On fire." And besides, a drink that did that for her might result in a (not the first) minor explosion in The Faded. She giggled; this was actually incredibly rare for Zizzy to do, and like all her noises, didn't actually sound like giggling, but like spring rain and it was just as refreshing.
"But. But. Pour me some." She said, kind of wanting to test out her explosion theory.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 17, 2008 22:36:03 GMT -5
"Aaaw, how sweet," he said to Yuri's toast. He pointed at Zizzy. "Right you are, m'lady. But I'd love for you both to share in the experience of," he smirked, "feeling like you're on fire."
He poured their glasses, putting a little less in Zizzy's. "I'm thinking we should keep an eye on her," he said to Yuri, "but the problem.... the problem, Yuri, is that I'm about two shots away from being drunk myself, so I won't be doing much good. And you," he poked Yuri's chest, "had better be right along with us."
He raised his glass high. "To... the Faded," he declared, and tipped his head back to consume the drink. The fire that was already inside him flamed to life, like someone had poured gasoline on it. He held up two fingers, letting it process through his system. "Make that one drink," he concluded.
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