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Post by Jules on Feb 23, 2008 23:49:01 GMT -5
There was very little left in the bottle that had been full before Zizzy had walked in the door.
Although it seemed anger was keeping a counterbalance on her intoxication, since even though the stuff was strong, her vision was still clear, her speech still coherent (if a bit more rambling then usual) and she could stand and walk perfectly well (she hadn't actually tested this theory yet).
And now she was just staring angerily at the counter, because she'd run out of money and the bartender had long since learned to ask for cash upfront from her. She had kept the stools next to her empty, and was sporting a splotchy bruise around her neck from were a Nightmare had tried to choke her after she'd shocked him out of his seat. What? He'd tried to cop a feel. And she was pretty sure he'd been the fear of showers. Eugh. And now he was the slightly charred fear of showers, and had staggered off to another table were he may or may not have been dead.
It seemed morals didn't so much bother Angry and Drunk Zizzy.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 0:20:21 GMT -5
Bored, as per usual, and getting antsy for future plans, Alexander had only meant to maybe buy a drink, settle himself a little. A 'do-nothing' night. He spotted Zizzy almost immediately. It was hard not to with the mini-storm that seemed to be brewing around her.
He took a seat next to her (the patrons stared at him with a mixture of horror and awe). "Hey. I thought you might be a regular..." He trailed off, lifting an eyebrow. "Wow. You look like hell."
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 0:38:37 GMT -5
Because at first she didn't register that his eyes weren't blue, she glared heatedly and sent a warning shock his way.
"Go away." She growled, only a moment later realizing it was not Armand The Jerk but Alexander. Which wasn't so much better. She looked away because it was just...if she looked to long at that familiar face she might end up killing a crown prince tonight.
"What? I tried so hard to look pretty." She said in a rough tone. It seemed anger made her sound less human and more like a storm talking. Zizzy put a hand gingerly to the ugly bruise and shook her head.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 0:46:19 GMT -5
Alexander eyed the bruise, and frowned. "You alright?" he asked gruffly. "Want me to 'hellish inferno' someone? Cause I will."
"And sorry, not going away, despite that particularly murderous look you graced me with. What's wrong?" he asked, motioning at the bartender, as if he and Zizzy were the best of buddies.
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 1:14:52 GMT -5
"Already did." She responded, jerking a thumb to the man in the table closest to the bar, who was slumped over in his seat and smelled faintly like burnt. It wasn't too clear on whether or not he was breathing.
"And yes. I'm just dandy. Can't you tell? Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. This is how I am all the time. I'm perfectly fine. Just fine. Can't you tell? I'm fine." Sheesh, couldn't he observe or something? It was more then clear that she was less then ok.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 1:26:38 GMT -5
Ouch. He almost felt bad for the guy.
But not really. He turned back to Zizzy, unaffected by her hostile demeanor. "I didn't ask if something was wrong, I asked what was wrong," he pointed out. "I doubt it was Mr. Hot Hands over there."
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 1:42:38 GMT -5
That forced her mouth shut for a moment. Well fine then. Be all correct and whatnot. What did it matter. She could still argue pigheadedly.
"No, he just tried to cop a feel and I wasn't in the mood and he should've gotten the hint anyways because there was a reason no one was sitting next to me and he was the only one that tried to fight back so it's really not my fault that he might be dead he tried to choke me and so it was self defence and so I can't be arrested."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 2:25:24 GMT -5
Alex stared at her as if she'd grown two heads. Ooookay.
"Right." He took a swallow of the drink that had been set in front of him. "And what got you in here in the first place?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 2:33:30 GMT -5
"Life." She replied caustically and picked the drink he'd so generously gotten her and took a sip. Not as strong as what she'd been drinking before. The Bartender who wasn't Yuri (she didn't think) probably thought she'd have enough. It was probably water. Her tongue and throat were slick with licqour so much that she couldn't tell the difference anyways.
"And just maybe a little bit of your jerk of a twin."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 2:38:07 GMT -5
"Hey--" Alexander started to protest as she took his drink, but let it go. He didn't want to get 300 WATTS to the brain.
Her last comment had him perking up, attention caught. "Huh. That's not usually the termonology associated with Armand," he mused, willing her to elaborate.
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 2:46:47 GMT -5
"Well it bloody well should be. He should change his name. Jerk Ira. Warn people." She glowered into her stolen drink and swished it around in her glass. This was pathetic. She did not brood, she did not let guys get to her, ever. Why was this different, why? It didn't make sense!
"He's the most illogical person I've ever met. He tells me he likes me, we kiss and not ten seconds later he tells me he likes someone else, has kissed her and then runs off after sending a whole enter continent of mixed messages." She slammed the rest of the drink as if to chase away the words and shook her head.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter. Don't care."
Riiiiiiiiight.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 15:59:24 GMT -5
It was probably a good thing that Zizzy had stolen his drink, because if Alexander had been drinking it, he would have been choking on it about now.
"You kissed?" he echoed, trying to wrap his head around that image. Armand had kissed Zizzy. And someone else, all in a short space of time. What the hell?
"Uh, yeah. What a creep." The words held little conviction as he was still more or less in 'baffled mode' over the whole thing.
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 16:10:24 GMT -5
She laughed harshly. "Atonishing, ain't it? What a mistake that was." She knocked over the empty glass, set it up right and knocked over again. Repeat. It fell into a pattern, and she was seemingly soothed by it, as the crackling running over her skin faded.
Zizzy figured it was about time to move on from the creep, jerk, stupid bloody prince but it was so much easier said then done and so much harder then it had ever been before. Usually she'd been able to drop the guy and move on.
"You're a guy, shouldn't you, be, like cheering him on or something?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 16:17:05 GMT -5
He was thinking now. "I wondered why he was more moody than usual," he mused, mostly to himself. It wasn't his nature to like... care. Or ask, so he hadn't.
"Well, I would be," he said, "but we made a bet to see who could kiss you first, and since he clearly won, I'm more ticked off than anything. That was sarcasm," he added as an afterthought. Zizzy's mental clarity wasn't at its best, so he couldn't be sure if she'd caught it.
"I'm surprised, sure, but if he's kissing anyone, you're going to have a hard time convincing me it was just some... thing."
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 20:19:12 GMT -5
Zizzy snorted. She couldn't claim to know him better then his twin. But still, he hadn't exactly been there.
"So what was it? 'Cause in my mind he just screwed me over. Probably had a good laugh at my expense. You know what he said after? 'I didn't seek you out'. As if it was MY fault he was such a jerk."
She continued toying with the cup furiously. She wasn't going to ask why he cared, because he probably didn't. It was almost nice to vent and if it was only feeding his curiousty, that was just fine with her.
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