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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 22, 2008 14:47:44 GMT -4
Shifting her legs in front of her, Hunter dislodged some of their pile of beer cans, and laughed loudly at the clattering around sound they made as the tumbled along the sidewalk. She reached beside her, pulling closer what was left of their current six pack, and pulled out one for herself, and then tossed a second one into Jude's lap. "There, have another," she slurred, quite contently, as she cracked the top on her own beer, and brought it to her lips, tipping it back and taking a long chug from it, a satisfied sigh leaving her mouth as she finished.
Okay, maybe taking a seventeen year old downtown to get drunk, wasn't a very good idea. But the kid had been upset, depressed, and it was the only way that she knew of that immediately made people feel better. Sarah had once said something about how alcohol was a depressant, that it didn't help bad moods, but Hunter had zoned out of the conversation about half way through, in favor of admiring the new shirt that the other girl had been wearing, and the way it accented her already wonderful chest. So as far as Hunter knew, liquor equated to a problem solver, and a mood booster.
For her, at least.
Downtown hadn't been the wisest choice, but she liked the sidewalk, close to the cafe but still a few blocks away. It was one of the less central streets, with almost no foot traffic, and just a few cars. She'd been picked up for public drunkenness before, but Tatum's dad had always gotten her off. And besides, the cops wouldn't bust her if they caught them anyway, right? They'd totally be after the underage kid. She had turned twenty one in February, thank you very much.
Nudging more empty cans with her foot, Hunter leaned over and prodded Jude's guitar. "Play me a fucking song, man."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 23, 2008 23:51:00 GMT -4
Jude had indeed been the very embodiment of depressed when he'd let HUnter talk him into this craziness getting plastered and hanging about outside, it was a sure way to get arrst, or get picked up, or at the very least get hollared at by....everyone. But he hadn't been thinking clearly, and Hunter had made a [at the time] compelling argument in favor of it. He was leaning against the wall of the building they were in front of, guitar in hand and beer in the other, and as hunter prodded his guitar, he frowned, making a face.
"Hey, don't poke Cecelia. She's a special girl." he stated hazily, swatting at the hand and missing. "Whoops. What song? I'll play you a song. Why can't weeee be friends, why can't we be friiiiiends?" He strummed drunkenly, grinning widely.
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 24, 2008 0:07:59 GMT -4
"Fuck that song, man, shit sucks," Hunter replied absently, drawing her hand back rather as if she had been burned, when Jude made to swat at her. Even though he missed by a long shot. "How about, uh.. I dunno, play me a rock song. I wanna hear some rock and or roll, and I'd like to hear it soon, sir," she finally continued, before lifting her beer to her lips again. She drained the last half of the can, and tossed it into their ever growing pile, before reaching for another. One of the last two in the six pack.
"Oh, dude.. I think I have to walk over to the LC again soon.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 24, 2008 0:41:55 GMT -4
Jude frowned, thinking a moment and taking another swig of beer. "Uhn. I love rock and roll, so put another song on the jukebox baby?" he half sang, half spoke.
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 24, 2008 0:56:35 GMT -4
"Dude, I am like.. ninety percent sure, that it's coin in the jukebox, not song in the jukebox," Hunter replied, quite seriously.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 24, 2008 10:02:07 GMT -4
Jude thought a moment. "Maybe. Put another dog on the ju-juicebox?" He hiccoughed, slapping his chest in surprise. "We are the champions? Tu t'en fou? Tu penses a toi c;est tout..." he shrugged.
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Post by Rath Donnelly on Oct 24, 2008 10:53:10 GMT -4
Laughing, with a mouthful of beer, Hunter slopped a majority of the drink down the front of herself, as she leaned over to give Jude a light shove. "Fuck off with those dogs, man, and that craaaazy frog people talk, I don't speak that shit!"
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Post by Samson Brighton on Oct 25, 2008 9:54:18 GMT -4
Jude grinned, and his fingers began to pick a familiar, if not childish, tune.
"This is the song that doesn't end! Yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people staaaaarted singing it not knowing what it was, but they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
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Post by Rath Donnelly on Oct 25, 2008 10:23:33 GMT -4
Hunter, clearly pleased with this song, clapped her hands together happily, and leaned closer to Jude. She brandished her beer into the air, as she chimed into the song herself. "This is the song that never ends~"
There was a couple walking on the sidewalk now, on the other side of the road, and they were getting odd looks, but Hunter failed to mind.
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Post by Samson Brighton on Oct 25, 2008 23:36:10 GMT -4
Jude grinned widely, reaching for his beer a moment before continuing to play after taking a long swig. "Yes it goes on and on my friend!"Even for being drunk he was still slightly on key.
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Post by Rath Donnelly on Oct 26, 2008 0:41:54 GMT -4
Laughing hard enough that she almost snorted part of her new beer out of her nose, Hunter leaned over to pat Jude roughly on his shoulder. "Still sing better'n I do!"
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Post by Samson Brighton on Oct 26, 2008 8:58:03 GMT -4
"S'talent, S'what it is." Jude's strumming took a different tune as a group of teenagers approached, his features smoothing into a calm, almost sober look.
"Could you spare a little change, our cans run dry, you know our naaaames. Could you spare a bit of cash? I'm pretty sad and HUnter's out on her asssss." The kids grinned and chuckled, a couple tossing coins at Jude before they moved on.
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 26, 2008 16:19:46 GMT -4
"Oh man! Look at that!" Hunter began, staring in awe at the coins in front of them. A fair pay out, for a bunch of teenagers. It was more than the 'allowance' Sarah gave her. Which she was still convinced was only to tease her. "We can buy like.. another sixer with that, check it out!"
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 27, 2008 2:13:52 GMT -4
Jude grinned, waving an arm in the air. "More booze?" he asked, hiccoughing. "And maybe donuts?"
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 27, 2008 2:35:36 GMT -4
"Oh fuck, I love donuts, let's totally get donuts, dude."
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