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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 17, 2008 2:04:47 GMT -5
He popped the cork with ease and let a good portion of the bubbly liquid swim down his throat before handing the bottle back.
"Mmm... I said I'd come back. I felt bad for hospitalizing you." He tapped her nose. "You're the one dumb enough to keep hanging out with me."
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Post by Jules on Nov 17, 2008 2:32:47 GMT -5
She surpassed him in the downing-of-the-alcohol and held it against her chest, thumb on the mouth to stop it from spilling over. "You didn't 'opitalize me. I did zat to myself. I was very stupid."
Marie couldn't tell if he was being serious, however. "Oh, so ze only reason you 'ang out wizz me is because you feel bad for me?" She didn't want it to, but she could feel her temper rising. "I don't need your pity."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 17, 2008 19:05:30 GMT -5
"Touchy," he said with a lazy grin. The alcohol had already gave his mood a happy tint. "I wouldn't hang out with you just to be nice because I'm not that nice. We're friends, yeah? As a friend, I think I should be permitted to feel bad and hang out with you still because I want to."
With a gentle push of his hip, he sent the hammock into a steady, lulling rhythmn.
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Post by Jules on Nov 17, 2008 23:47:32 GMT -5
Marie sniffed when he called her touchy, taking another healthy swig before answering. "I guess I could permit zat." She mused calmly, but suddenly tensed when he started rocking the hammock.
"Alex!" She clutched at what she could and her eyes widened in fear. Last time she'd had a mishap with the hammock and even though he already knew it didn't mean every time they got together he had to see her head pop off. "Stooop!"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 18, 2008 2:22:15 GMT -5
Ahaa... Not smart, Marie. Not smart.
He raised an eyebrow at her apparent panic and then grinned broady, rocking the hammock a little harder. "What did you say?" he asked innocently.
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Post by Jules on Nov 18, 2008 2:37:37 GMT -5
Marie yelped and clutched harder, except it was hard with one arm in a cast and her other hand holding a bottle. So she used her legs, cinching one around Alexander's. "Eef I fall you fall." She declared, her tone squeaky. "And zen I will give you no more booze, pleease stop."
She had crushed her eyes shut, for whatever reason it made her feel safer not to see the trees swaying above them. So at the very least, she couldn't see Alex's smug little mug.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 18, 2008 19:34:48 GMT -5
He snickered and relaxed into the hammock. Sans pushing, it slowed to a stop, with only the slightest sway of motion.
"We're weren't going to fall," he pointed out. "But I never risk booze."
Speaking of which... He snatched it from her hand and drank again.
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Post by Jules on Nov 18, 2008 20:06:55 GMT -5
A cast could be a hindrance. It could drag and weigh and hurt, but sometimes having a heavy plaster arm was worth it. She hit his chest with the cast and sulked. "Eet's not funny." She made a grab for the bottle.
"And eef you zink you're getting anymore aftair zat stunt, you're insane."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 19, 2008 0:08:32 GMT -5
"Ow!" he yelped, rubbing his bruised sternum. He glared at her, properly wounded, and extended his arm, holding the bottle out of reach.
"Oh no you don't. No alcohol until you promise to be nice."
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Post by Jules on Nov 19, 2008 0:30:02 GMT -5
"I am nice! You're ze one who is mean." But Marie wasn't going to play the game of chase the alcohol. Because firstly, she was already nicely buzzed, and secondly going after that bottle would mean pressing right up against him and she wasn't in the mood.
So she just whacked him with her cast again. "Give eet 'ere or you'll feel what broken ribs are."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 19, 2008 1:19:06 GMT -5
"Stop it!" he wheezed as yet again, her heavy cast slammed into his chest and made a sizeable dent in his lungs.
The champagne made him languid and tired, and his irritation was short-lived, all things considered. He brought the bottle back and poured some of it into her face. "There. Happy?"
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Post by Jules on Nov 19, 2008 1:59:52 GMT -5
Marie coughed and squealed at the same time, burying her face in Alexander's shirt and wiping it c clean. "Zats a waste." What was his deal anyways? Boys were so weird sometimes. "Oh yes, I am positively ecstatic zat you threw expensive champagne in my face."
The brandy was a screw cap and so easier to open, and she reached into the picnic basket, poured herself a glass and then threw it in his face.
"I 'ave always wanted to do zat. Now, I am 'appy."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 23, 2008 22:31:38 GMT -5
He coughed, spitting out the small amount of brandy that had made it into his mouth. "You are...." he spluttered. "I swear." He paused, pulling up the hem of his shirt to wipe his face and neck. "I don't know what I swear. I'm half drunk, and I can't think of anything bad enough that wouldn't maim or psychologically damage you."
He could, however, swing the hammock hard enough to dump her onto the sand. Unfortunately, he didn't consider that doing so would dump him out as well, and they tumbled to the ground in a tangle of arms, legs, and cast.
Alexander glanced up, groaning. "The champagne is safe."
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Post by Jules on Nov 23, 2008 22:55:55 GMT -5
She was laughing at him until he swung her out of the hammock and he landed on her. Having the breath knocked out of you when you had broken ribs was a horrible feeling. Even after a week or so of bed rest. Tears sprung to her eyes and she waited for him to disentangle himself. Her lungs punched her chest, demanding air she couldn't give them until finally a great breath entered her all at once almost of it's own accord and although it set her ribs jabbering, it was like pouring water on a fire.
"I 'ate you."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 23, 2008 23:05:14 GMT -5
He saw the tears and rolled off. "I'm sorry, Marie," he said sincerely, or as sincere as he could manage slightly tempered by bubbly spirits. "Did I break anything? Not to brag, but I'm built like a rock." He touched tenative fingers against her ribs.
When she told him she hated him, he laughed outright. "No you don't," he said and without thinking, planted a quick kiss in front of her ear.
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