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Post by Ark on Aug 10, 2006 18:45:58 GMT -8
"Telling me I couldn't drink... dumb ass..."
Andre grimaced as he raised his shot glass into the air, his head back and with a second he slammed it down and let out a sigh. Slightly angry and slightly pleased as he had a rather plesant smile on his face.
"Nothing like a good ole beer after work."
He said while leaning back in his chair while he kicked his legs back and forth, they of course were hovering over the floor while he shifted his gaze to the TV, football... what the hell? He didn't know the first thing about the sport but people were getting smashed! Yet he didn't care much as he sighed, he was bored... only a bottle of cheap tequila to keep him company...
"You know mr bottle, your a shitty buddy..."
He said to the bottle as he rested his chin on his forearm, a slight buzz on him while almost half the bottle was slammed down, it had a good taste... sucky undertaste, kinda like the coffee at work, god... it was like sucking mud! With sugar! The thought of which cause him to cringe slightly, while in his mind he could see little sugar people dancing around the cup before diving in, then screaming to get out. Of course he then began to laugh out loud suddenly while he rolled out of his chair while everyone cheered for a touchdown.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 10, 2006 18:55:51 GMT -8
Once again the man that never seemed to have a final destination in mind walked into a bar he heard about from some locals, actuelly he heard about this bar from the bouncers at the other one that threw him out. Zack had some choice words towards them as he walked away, but they where pretty big dudes and as they started to step out of the bar and towards him he kinda skip, ran faster away from the place. But what they didn't notice was his sticky fingers grabbing their money as they tossed him out on his butt. He made his way thorugh the crowed of people in this new bar seeming to stagger, yet thats how he always walked, people cheered fro a touchdown, and he seemed to see someone he knew.
He sat down near the slightly histericle gay and raised two fingers asking for some Jamersosns and Coke, with three cubes of ice. He wanted a light drink, that could get him shit faced. He didn't even want to think about work, but maybe get to know the man he chose to be the Student Dean alittle better, by drinking with 'em, best way to get to know someone. He grabbed his drink and the bottle as he looked to the guy, Andre was his name if he remembered correctly.
"Ey, was up? Having fun without me, already?"
Zack smiled and laughed slightly as he raised his glass and got a good swig off it. Since he didn't have anymore coke the more he refilled the bottle the less coke would be in it. Until he finally was just drinking straight whiskey. Then the fun would really start. Two drunk teachers, both oddly violent in their own way getting shit faced, boy thats gonna be something to talk about for years to come.
'Jamersosns you are like my best friend. But why you hit so hard?'
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Post by Ark on Aug 10, 2006 19:05:59 GMT -8
~Did I hear someone?~
Not to sure, the sugar people telling him not to look... but why would he listen to little people born in his mind? So thus he regained his compsure as best he could, while in the mean time he thought about the voice until he totally turned. Ah! It was he who was like god on the microphone! Wait, god had a mic? Right anyways he shook his head slowly for a moment while shooting a glare at the bouncer for no real reason aside from calling him a kid earlier.
"Erm, yo. What are you doing here?"
Andre questioned in a rather not so questioning tone, rather he was just a bit off.
"Er... yeah, sup."
Now there was when it actually hit him... it was his boss, but they weren't at work, why think formal? Or should he... bah! It was drinky time, though he eyes his new buddy, who actually did speak... damn bottle... wondering of course what he was drinking, of course he leaned closer to the cup while in a way his facination if you could call it that seemed to be equivilant to his physical appeariance.
"So, what'cha drinking friend?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 10, 2006 19:19:31 GMT -8
"Drinking."
Was Zacks simple answer. And it seemed to be throwing andre off, just a bit. He seemed to be in a haze, normel for drunkered. Well Zack wasn't exaclty the clean cut at the moment, but he was good at holding back, but not for long, soon the Jamersosns Irish Whiskey would make a good impact and he would be singing songs about nothing and mumbling to a point it would be impossible to understand.
"I is, drinking some soft Whiskey until my coke runs out. 12 Year old Irish Whiskey, he is my buddeh too, say hi."
He reached the bottle over as he looked like he lost his balance at the same time, and held hard in his gut with a burp that was not hearable. It sounded like someone was making a long run down the field in the football game, because the chanting of "Go, go, go, go!" Was blasting through the football nuts watching the TV, with foam fingers and beer hats, ina bar? Odd, but Zack guessed it didn't matter, beer is beer, its your choise how you drink it, right?
"Stupid big guys threw me out of the bar down the road. I came here to finish what I is doing before."
Yep it was deffinitly already taking effect of his langual skills.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 10, 2006 19:21:50 GMT -8
"Drinking."
Was Zacks simple answer. And it seemed to be throwing andre off, just a bit. He seemed to be in a haze, normel for drunkered. Well Zack wasn't exaclty the clean cut at the moment, but he was good at holding back, but not for long, soon the Jamersosns Irish Whiskey would make a good impact and he would be singing songs about nothing and mumbling to a point it would be impossible to understand.
"I is, drinking some soft Whiskey until my coke runs out. 12 Year old Irish Whiskey, he is my buddeh too, say hi."
He reached the bottle over as he looked like he lost his balance at the same time, and held hard in his gut with a burp that was not hearable. It sounded like someone was making a long run down the field in the football game, because the chanting of "Go, go, go, go!" Was blasting through the football nuts watching the TV, with foam fingers and beer hats, ina bar? Odd, but Zack guessed it didn't matter, beer is beer, its your choise how you drink it, right?
"Stupid big guys threw me out of the bar down the road. I came here to finish what I is doing before."
Yep it was deffinitly already taking effect of his langual skills.
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Post by Ark on Aug 10, 2006 19:38:07 GMT -8
"No kidding... twit master over there thought my driver thingy was fake... "
He grumbled as he again shot a glare, of course he got spotted as he waved his hand toward the bouncer, sort of the buzz off... of course he didn't provoke the bum so he couldn't do anything, regardless of this he turned back to his boss.
"Anyways! Names Andre, never got your name at the interview... "
He pondered while he pulled his hand back of course after gripping the neck of the bottle and pouring yet another shot, a quick lean of his head and again he slammed it down.
"Maa, so good."
He said in a childish tone as he put on the same plesant smile while he looked at the bottle again.
"My friend here doesn't seem like a friend like yours."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 10, 2006 19:45:02 GMT -8
((OoC: All misspelled words in the speach are meant to be read the way its spelled.))
"Appearances can be. . . Uh, I forgot, anyways, my names Zack."
He took a quick swig and then poored some more in the glass. He looked back at Andre after he made the comment o fthe friends they had.
"Jamersosns here iz pretty nie sometimes, but if your brave he likes to knock you on your ass."
Zack looked at his glass and the cubes where melting as they fell deeped into it. Three was so it stayed cold and didn't add too much water, so it stayed alcohol, and didn't become like clean liquid, that was pretty gross.
Zack wondered if Andre knew what he was drinking, so he asked.
"What be you drinkin' der?"
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Post by Ark on Aug 10, 2006 20:42:06 GMT -8
"Cheap tequilla... best I could find for shots round here. Yah know, damned bar had to be up to the brim with football turds and all... good stuffs been gone."
He said as he let his head fall to the table, rolling his eyes as he did so while he wished he could mute the background as he wondered how long his friend would stay quite but looked back up to the now dubbed Zack.
"SO! Think we could jump the bouncer when we leave? Hes an ass hehe, wait... not a student."
He chuckled as he clearly was making a joke yet he stiffened up his face for a moment.
"By the way, did the cash rolled dim wit thug do his job right?"
He pondered as he actually became semi serious.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 10, 2006 22:21:24 GMT -8
Zack understood when football nuts are around, good beer is hardly found. So he figured it was fine to just get the cheap stuff, but Asiv had quite a reputation in California for hosting the school and being the Supervisor, making public announcements and openly supporting Corperal Punishment. It wasn't that hard to learn alittle something about him around town, so to say.
Seeming to sobber up a bit at Andre's slightly more seriouse question than usuel he looked over with his eyes at half mast.
"Hmmm, mayde, buh he coul' have lot a head prollems."
Yeah the mumbling had started already. He had finished maybe two drinks and it was effecting his langual abilities. Well concidering he drank so much he was thrown out of the last bar, it could be understandable. He still never seemed to do anything, or make any movement that was completely decided on. It always looked to have a different purpose when he moved.
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Post by Ark on Aug 10, 2006 22:55:56 GMT -8
"Hehehe, that means I have to over pay him now..."
He chuckled as he could only picture the guy, covered in bruisis and gaus, and of course he snikered for a moment as he threw his cup into the air, grabbing the tequilla, his intent of course went all wrong as the drink flopped into his lap while the cup hit back down on the table.
"Hey friend, you can't sit there, we have drinkin ta dooo."
He continued as he just picked the bottle up and put it to his lips, a few gulps before he put it back on the table while the high alcohol content burned its way down.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 11, 2006 0:29:56 GMT -8
"Hahahaha!"
Asiv laughed at both comments made, even after Andre had taken his gulps. The guy just raised his bottle as well skipping the glass swig. It was an interesting sight to see as it where, these two drinking liek they where. Not really paying all the much attention to the others, and this the bartender noticed. He made his way over to them and leaned over the bar.
"Hey, you two should try and slow down, ya'know."
Asiv looked at him with one eye at half mast and the other wide open.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. . . Hey. You try. . . ."
He lost his train of thought and went back to drinking the Jamersons. He even forgot that he was talking to the Bartneder, instead turned to Andre and spoke.
"We, should hit the road, go to HOLLYWOOD! heh."
Ok now would be the time you could say Asiv had lost composure, and flailed his arms about as he spoke to infasize what he was saying. Though we are pretty sure Asiv was going to say something about telling the bartender to try and deal with kids as violent proned as the kids at 259 and see how it effected him.
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Post by Ark on Aug 11, 2006 0:53:24 GMT -8
"HA! If we did that we would come back to a blood bath!"
Andre chuckled as he ignored the bartender completely, it was only early on and the fun of drinking just began... why slow down? After all, it was just what one needed after work! Hell the tender should join us, that was what Andre thought, and best of all it didn't matter if they totally did something pointlessly stupid, there was no students around, it was "WEEE" time as Andre would put it.
"So lets go! We can gate crash some damn rish people!"
Andre said in agreement as he raised his hand in the air with his taquilla in hand, a childish smirk on his face as he fell face first on the table snikering to himself about stealing britny spears implants.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 11, 2006 13:30:19 GMT -8
"I'll drie, your too wayded."
Asiv spoke with a smile as he got from the seat and up for a minute, he swayed from side to side, and then plopped back into the chair. He continued to forget what he was doing and take another good chug on the bottle. He would look over at Andre.
"Better yet, you drie."
Zack said as he raised the bottle once again and he felt like he took another swig so he set it down. He didn't really he just thought he did. Maybe a one time thing, could happen again, you never know.
"Led kick deh hell outa dose gates."
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Post by Ark on Aug 11, 2006 19:03:46 GMT -8
He stood up, he looked around for a moment while the bartender heard them speak, a rather scared look on his face. Slowly andre hit the floor, he looked at his bottle for a moment before gesturing for Zack to join him yet the second he took a step he fell down, looking at his bottle.
"Why did you trip me?"
He asked as he got up and took a swig while the bartender pressed him asking him if he wanted a taxi.
"No, i'm... uh... not, er i can drive just fin-"
he said and was cut off after walking into a doorframe which wasn't really there... well he didn't know it... it was to the left, right? right?! Well either way he was now laid out on the floor looking up while chuckling to himself as he thought the gates got to them first.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Sept 6, 2006 9:12:08 GMT -8
Zack watched as Andre moved to walk away, and motioned for him to follow. Zack did just that too, and stumbled down from the chair, but because he usuelly walks like he is drunk he was walking rather straight, but his face, that told the whole story of how drunk he was.
"Your faind der, musta thoa it would be funneh."
When they where asked if they wanted a Taxi Asiv wondered what kind of damage the taxi could do to a gate. But Andre had already answered that he could drive.
Zack turned around trying to go back for his bottle, and soemone tapped him, he took a wild swing in the opposite direction thinking someone was playing with him, and then looked at the bottle.
"Hae, don' play gimes wid meh."
He grabbed it up and watched as Andre hti the floor. He looked at him for a second and then figure someone hit him.
"Bisterds!"
Zack charged forward with his fist held up, but soon met the floor as he tripped over himself. And went face first into the ground. He got up slowly and looked to Andre.
"Assassissens."
Zack mumbled about the gates sending hit men after them because they had found out about their plans
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