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tampered2007-01-04 05:34 am
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Log; Ongoing
When; Jan 2nd, evening.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones), Hook (ironhook)
Summary; A drunken Kitty is sitting alone with only herself for company. Well, she is until a certain pirate comes along.
Log;
Kitty was, to put it bluntly, drunk. And that was something of an understatement. Wasted. Smashed. The more violent the imagery the better. The violence somewhat reflected the headache she was going to have the next morning, but she didn't care in the slightest. She had a feeling she deserved it.
Why she had the feeling she didn't know - she was trying to forget something, wasn't she? If she was, then it was working. The world was pleasantly blurred right about now. Her flat was spinning, and a shake of her head didn't clear it. She smiled, helping herself to another drink from a bottle of... she wasn't sure what. Didn't really matter anymore.
"I'm drunk," she muttered decidedly, taking another swig, and dropping the thing on the ground with a clunk. There were other bottles next to it. A lot of bottles. Sitting on the floor, cross-legged, they surrounded her. Just her and them. Boring. It would be nice if someone came.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones), Hook (ironhook)Summary; A drunken Kitty is sitting alone with only herself for company. Well, she is until a certain pirate comes along.
Log;
Kitty was, to put it bluntly, drunk. And that was something of an understatement. Wasted. Smashed. The more violent the imagery the better. The violence somewhat reflected the headache she was going to have the next morning, but she didn't care in the slightest. She had a feeling she deserved it.
Why she had the feeling she didn't know - she was trying to forget something, wasn't she? If she was, then it was working. The world was pleasantly blurred right about now. Her flat was spinning, and a shake of her head didn't clear it. She smiled, helping herself to another drink from a bottle of... she wasn't sure what. Didn't really matter anymore.
"I'm drunk," she muttered decidedly, taking another swig, and dropping the thing on the ground with a clunk. There were other bottles next to it. A lot of bottles. Sitting on the floor, cross-legged, they surrounded her. Just her and them. Boring. It would be nice if someone came.