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Post by Maestro on Aug 29, 2008 22:33:19 GMT -5
The Edge didn't really bother Iseabail; of course, not much did, at the moment. She just took in the scenery as she usually would have, glancing around for a moment and then just moving on. If only she could do that in every aspect of her life.
As they entered The Faded, Iseabail nodded to the people that she knew from coming here with Bela, occasionally. "Aye, weel, Bela has brought me here from time to time," Iseabail said. "I dinna usually come here, but tonight calls for whiskey." This last she said to the bartender, yearning for the drink she was most familiar with.
"And what are ye going to have, Mercedes?" Iseabail asked, downing her first shot.
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 29, 2008 22:56:23 GMT -5
"Tequila," Mercedes said directly to the bartender. The fastest way to happy oblivion was shots. Mercedes held up two fingers, indicating the man bring one for her friend as well. Whisky wouldn't be nearly as quick a death.
"You've had tequila before, right, Aunt Isea?" she asked, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand. "Anyway. You have to start at the beginning and tell me everything that happened," she insisted. Even if her aunt cried, her no one would think anything of it. Plus, the more tequila, the looser the tongue.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 29, 2008 23:32:29 GMT -5
"Aye, I've had tequila," Iseabail responded, taking the shot Mercedes had ordered her. "Not as often as my whiskey, but aye," she said, holding the glass. "To family," she toasted, holding the shot glass up for a moment, then downing it in one gulp. If there was one thing Iseabail could do, as a Scot, it was hold her liquor.
She started at the beginning, telling Mercedes everything from the first time she had realized she was in love with Armand to Bela's visit that had finally snapped her out of her stupor. It was a long story and they did several more shots while Iseabail was talking. Eventually, she started to feel a little tipsy, but she kept talking.
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 29, 2008 23:47:26 GMT -5
Mercedes lifted her glass to the toast, downing the shot in a similar fashion. She didn't like getting wasted, but special occasions called for special rules. Mercedes winced as it went down, shaking her rope of hair in reaction. She slammed the glass back down on the counter and signaled another round.
Iseabail gave her the WHOLE story. Mercedes listened, eagerly absorbing the information. It'd been forever since she'd just talked with her aunt and she was a little sad that their night out had to be provoked by such a sad circumstance.
"Have- um, excuse me- have you talked to him since?" Mercedes managed around the buzz of alcohol.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 30, 2008 0:52:32 GMT -5
"No, I havena," Iseabail said, semi-quietly. "Not since the whole possession." And then she realized that that had been a long time. Thankfully, English was as fluent to Iseabail as Gaelic, so she didn't have to struggle (much) to keep speaking in a language that Mercedes could understand. "Which is really a bloody bastard thing to do, isn't it?"
She downed another shot and started up again. "All right, say I was in a relationship with you and someone else. Forget the fact that we dinna like women; this is hypothetical. If I decide that I'm going with the other person, wouldn't ye at least like me to tell ye that? Instead of coming by, telling ye I love ye and sending ye a snowdrop, which means hope? Honestly, did he really think that his actions so far were going to tell me that he's chosen Zizzy? It would have been better if he just hadn't said anything." End Rant Part I.
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 30, 2008 1:01:17 GMT -5
Mercedes nodded along.
"Si. I'd be pretty... um... upset. I'd probably punch him," Mercedes giggled. Ooh, dear. The point had been to get Iseabail drunk, and all she'd succeeded in was getting herself inebriated. "Hm! No, seriamente, I'd be really mad, too. He led you on! What a un-nice thing to do!" Mercedes exclaimed, rising part way out of her seat.
"You should... should tell him exactly how you feel and demand he apologize for causing you pain!" Mercedes insisted, grabbing Iseabail's whisky and taking a gulp. She grimaced. Not quite her liquor of choice.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 30, 2008 1:15:02 GMT -5
Iseabail laughed with Mercedes, downing another shot. "Problem is," she giggled, "I'd probably just tell him I love him and dissolve into tears in his arms. If he'd let me get anywhere near him, that is," she added. "Besides, I may have a temper, but Armand makes me melt from the inside out." That would have usually been too much information, but in Iseabail's current state, she would probably say anything.
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 30, 2008 1:26:38 GMT -5
Mercedes nodded sympathetically, patting her aunt on the back in comfort. Suddenly, Mercedes was struck by a great idea! Grabbing her aunt's tumbler of whisky and a drink stirer she stood up on her barstool and proceeded to beat the tumbler with the stirer.
"Excúseme! Excuse me! Everyone! Hi." She straightened up when she had everyone's attention. "My friend here, she pretty, right?" she said motioning toward Iseabail. "Really beautiful, right? Well some... asshole just dumped her, so I think we should all havea round of She's a Jolly Good Fellow, si? Kay on 3! One... Two... For she's a..." A few slurred voices joined in, some louder than others as Mercedes led the entire bar in all three verses of what everyone knew of the song.
At the end, she started clapping wildly. "Yeah! Whoo!" Turning, she sat down next to Iseabail again. "See. People still think you're really pretty and great! You don't need that silly old... GUY anyways," she assured her aunt with a grin.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 30, 2008 1:51:00 GMT -5
Iseabail just sort of stared as Mercedes stood on her stool and then burst out laughing as she realized what Mercedes was going to do. Being the lead soprano of the Opera di Incubi, Iseabail usually would have helped the people singing, but as it was for her, she just sort of sat there, giggling.
"Aye, weel," she said, shaking her head slightly. "It's nice to know tha', but it doesna exactly help." She did another shot, then, giggling again, turned back to Mercedes. "Ye know what would help?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she plowed right on, "Performing. If I could actually perform Tosca with Armand as Scarpia, the villain, that might help." Thinking for a moment, she added, "Of course, we might end up kissing on stage like we did when we rehearsed that scene the first time, but who knows?" Now that she thought about it (half-drunk though she was), that might help. She'd have to send him a letter about that; she couldn't go to him. Although, this liquor was really helping! Maybe she should go see him now. Oh wouldn't that be interesting; she giggled madly at the thought of showing up at the castle like this, drunk and pining.
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 30, 2008 23:24:04 GMT -5
"Ooh, ¿verdad?" Mercedes took a long drawl from Iseabail's whisky, which she still had clutched in her hand. "You should so play Tacos to his Scorpia! You should go right up to him and say, 'you broke my heart, but the show must go on!' Madre say's things like that all the time. You just have to be direct and know what you want. You can't let rejection fester or it'll just... just make you sick!" Mercedes declared triumphantly. Suddenly, with the lightening fast reflexes that made her a good cop, she reached out and grabbed Iseabail's shoulder. "I may be mostly-drunk, but I know you can't let this prick rule over you for the rest of your life. If he couldn't see how wonderful you are, then you deserve better. Do whatever you have to to but him behind you," Mercedes said, her expression somber. "¿Comprenda?"
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 0:26:38 GMT -5
"Aye, you're right!" Iseabail exclaimed, saluting Mercedes with her shot glass. "We haven't had an opera as good as Tosca was going to be in at least a season." Okay, so that wasn't that long, but for a performer, it was FOREVER.
And she hadn't been expecting Mercedes to grab her shoulder; she jumped slightly. Nodding mutely, even though partially drunk, she knew that Mercedes was right. "Aye, but unfortunately, there isn't better, really," she said, shrugging. "Tosca it is," she said, downing another shot. "And if he doesna agree, I'll find some way to make him do it."
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 31, 2008 1:18:30 GMT -5
"That's the spirit!" Mercedes exclaimed, clapping Iseabail on the back. "To Tosca!" she raised her glass again. "And to a really good performance and to getting over jerks!" She knocked back the remainder of the whisky and grinned. "This is really good stuff, Isea!"
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 1:44:42 GMT -5
"Aye, to Tosca!" Iseabail agreed. "To Tosca and her kiss of death!" she said, referring of course, to the scene in which Tosca kills Scarpia. To Iseabail, this death would be a symbol: she would bury her feelings for Armand and start again. If he was going to treat her like this, she deserved better.
With a laugh, Iseabail slammed her glass on the counter. "Aye, it is!" she exclaimed. "Whiskey is the drink of the Scots; you'll love it yet, Mercedes," she predicted, giggling.
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 31, 2008 1:51:21 GMT -5
Mercedes giggled and set down the empty glass.
"Hey, Aunt Isea, if you were going to date any guy -and you can't say Armandy- any guy in Chimera, who would it be?" she asked, leaning, or swaying, toward the vampire.
"I already know my answer, but I wanna here yours!" She giggled again.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 15:16:26 GMT -5
Iseabail answered Mercedes giggle with one of her own. "Weel," she started, still giggling, "I'd have to think abou' that." With a look of intense concentration (only because she was mostly-drunk, at this point), she laced her fingers together.
"Dracula," she announced, finally. Really it hadn't taken that much thought, but she had had to remember what she was going to say before she said it. "And what abou' ye?" she asked, laughing. "Ye said ye had someone in mind; who is it?"
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