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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 23:48:03 GMT -4
Leigh made a face. Vomit was far, far from anything even vaguely reminiscent of her comfort zone, but she leaned over and switched on the tap, anyway, praising a number of gods that the sink had been empty. She leaned back and took another long sip from the cup she was holding. It certainly couldn't get any worse. "I don't know, but she'd better get her cute black ass in here soon," Leigh replied.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 4, 2008 0:23:14 GMT -4
"I second that motion," Seraphim replied dully, although she did put down her cup, and reach over to hold Hunter's hair. It wouldn't be the first, nor the last time, that she had to do so. It beat having to help her clean it out later, at least. She couldn't count the times Hunter had shown up at her house, looking for Tatum, in a state much drunker than this. Sometimes weepy, sometimes not. Sometimes Tatum was home, sometimes she wasn't. She may not have liked Hunter much, but she didn't hate her. She could do the right thing when she had to.
"I don't feel very well," Hunter groaned, before letting out another bout of sickness, closing her eyes tightly. All of the crying, really, hadn't settled her stomach any. She got sick every time she got really upset, and being filled to the brim with liquor hadn't helped. "I love you guys, though, you're so great.. thank you for turning on the water, coffee girl," she eventually added, as she leaned over a bit to take a drink, washing out her mouth, and spitting into the drain. "I feel better."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 4, 2008 9:58:00 GMT -4
"You're welcome, Hunter," Leigh replied, gently rubbing her back and sending Sera a look of gratitude for her help. "Maybe you should drink a little less at parties, hon. No saying you should stop, but trying to vomit less, I think, is a definite goal for you." She looked towards the kitchen door, but didn't see Sarah yet, before returning her attention to rubbing the drunk girl's back.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 4, 2008 14:26:20 GMT -4
"Or maybe we should just send you to AA for Christmas," Sera muttered bitterly, releasing the blonde's hair once she was pretty sure that Hunter had ceased her vomiting. For the time being, anyway. "Less puking though, I'm down with that, no matter what you do."
"I hardly even drink!" Hunter replied, seeming quite appalled at the accusation, as she slowly straightened up from being hunched over the sink. Leaning to the fridge beside her, she opened it up, and pulled out another can of beer, popping the top. "I just love beer, it's so good," she added, with a little grin.
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 4, 2008 23:57:01 GMT -4
Leigh made a face -- beer was gross. Known fact. "Honey, you drink a lot. Every time I've met you, you've been drunk. You don't even know my name, and we've met like...six times now," the blonde noted matter-of-factly. "And you're sitting here, sobbing because your girlfriend is mad at you, but instead of finding her and apologizing, you're drinking more of the beer that probably made you make the mistake in the first place. I don't think that will help, hon."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:08:46 GMT -4
"You'll have better luck reasoning with the kitchen table, mon amour," Seraphim replied absently, as she pushed off from the counter, and walked over to the said table once again. She recalled some sort of promise about drinking and sex, and even if Leigh was distracted by Hunter, Sera intended to at least achieve the first portion of their scheme. Pouring some more wine into her glass, she picked up the bottle, and upended the rest, chugging down the bottom; just a few mouthfuls, really.
Hunter held her can of beer tightly, clutched defensively against her chest. "I do know you name," she replied slowly, brows furrowing together, as if she was trying to think of it. And failing miserably. "Your name is coffee girl, because you work at the cafe, and you make coffee. Oh, and I guess you're making out with Seraphim now. So should we call you Seraphim's coffee girl now?"
Near to the table, there was a splutter from Sera, as she choked on the bit of wine she was in the middle of swallowing when Hunter made that suggestion.
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 5, 2008 1:22:09 GMT -4
Leigh smothered her own laugh -- it wouldn't help Sera, and she took another long draw of her drink. Much better this time. "Regardless of my ownership relations with Sera," Leigh replied, "and my occupation, but my name is not 'coffee girl'. My name is Leigh."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:39:10 GMT -4
"Oh," Hunter replied slowly, brow furrowing up again, as she raised her beer to her mouth, and took a long drink from it. "I liked coffee girl better, but I guess if you wanna be Leigh, we can call you that," she suggested. She seemed in much better spirits, or had at least ceased her crying, for the time being. Leaning over some, she peered curiously into the cup in the other blonde's hand. "Whatcha drinkin, chicka?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 5, 2008 10:19:26 GMT -4
Leigh sighed. Hopefully "coffee girl" was not an improvement on her name. She was getting irritated. Crying-drunk she didn't mind attempting to sooth, and she was generally the pitying type (also she needed to calm Hunter to free Tatum and Rath). Curious drunk was irritating, and she would rather be dancing. Or getting Rath to drive Sera and she home, although now all she really wanted to do was curl up and be away from people. Which was odd, anti-social behavior was highly incongruous with Leigh's normal attitudes.
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Post by Alex Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 14:26:52 GMT -4
As Hunter had become more interested in examining the beer can in her hand, trying to read some of the foreign words on the imported can, Seraphim had sidled her way back over to stand beside Leigh once again. Sipping absently at her wine, she gave the blonde a little tug, just a few steps away from Hunter. Who, really, wasn't listening to them anyway.
"You know, it's been a while, maybe Sarah really is pissed at her enough to break up with her?" the brunette suggested quietly, from behind her cup. "Because if I heard you were drunk, and crying, I'd be here, even if I was mad. And I see no cute black ass here right now. So what the fuck do we do if that is the case? And my brother was right for once?"
From behind them, laughter. "What does this even mean? I don't think I can read German. I'm so confused."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 6, 2008 12:20:59 GMT -4
"True," Leigh said after a moment of consideration, "but I've never been drunk and crying before, so if you were to find me in such a state, it would be a whole new experience. Although I could probably understand why you'd be mad. Ugh, I'm too tired for this right now. Hunter," she addressed the blonde. "If you're done throwing up, I think that you should go find Sarah and apologize profusely, and inform her that she won't be cleaning up after you this time. I have to go for a little while," she took another drink from her cup and was surprised to notice it was empty. She looked at Sera, and shrugged a little.
"Hm, can you make me another one before we slink off into the night?"
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Post by Tatum Donnelly on Nov 6, 2008 23:26:17 GMT -4
"I like that one," Sera replied thoughtfully, taking the empty cup, and heading back toward the kitchen table and her mixing supplies. "Slink. I believe it gives a much more.. sneaky feeling to the act. Much more evil genius," she mused, as she reached over to grab the nearest bottle. She tipped some into the cup, followed by grabbing some vodka, adding that, and then moving on to grab the grenadine. "Also, I am considering quitting my aspiration of lawyer, and going into bartending,"
Turning with the finished drink, she offered it to her girlfriend with a flourish. "Like Coyote Ugly, you know?"
Hunter seemed to consider Leigh's advice for a moment, before nodding. She tipped back the remainder of her, apparently German, beer and promptly dropped the empty can into the sink she had previously been vomiting in. "I can do that, totally!"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 7, 2008 1:32:14 GMT -4
Leigh looked thoughtful at the prospect, and took a sip of the drink. "Well, either way you'll be rich," she noted, "and I can live off you, as a lackey should from her evil dictator, so whatever makes you happy. I can dance on your bar if you want, too. We should start a bar!" She cheered a little, enthused. "We could do shows and sing. But you'd kind of have to teach me things about alcohol. I don't know much." She took another sip. "This is pretty good, though."
She watched as Hunter agreed, and nodded. "Good girl."
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Post by Tatum Donnelly on Nov 7, 2008 1:37:54 GMT -4
"Well, I was joking," Sera began slowly, although she looked thoughtful, as if her internet were at least prodded. "But.. you know, once I do make money, and we're living well, in our mansion in California, with our three dogs, and two kids, maybe we could open a bar. You know, to the side. Although I can't sing, and my dancing is rusty."
Watching as Hunter wandered from the kitchen, Sera began to pour herself another drink. Might as well enjoy free liquor before they left. "You could dance, I could mix. Which I do well, you say? It tastes decent?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 7, 2008 9:19:27 GMT -4
"I can dance," Leigh agreed, and drank again. "And you're being successful enough at liquoring me up, sir, so there's no reason you shouldn't be able to make drinks at a bar. I mean, I don't want to remove my taste buds, so I'll say moderate success at least.
"When did we decide that we're moving to California?" Leigh asked. "Not that I'm complaining, I'm just full of curiosity."
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