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tampered2007-07-16 08:11 pm
strawberried.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-07-16 08:11 pm
LOG || ongoing
When; NOW.
Rating; PG-13 for heavy drinking and, no doubt, lots of swearing and fighting.
Characters; Kurosaki Ichigo [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strawberried], Arisawa Tatsuki [one_hit_k_o], and anyone else who wants to jump in.
Summary; Ichigo. Tatsuki. Lots of alcohol. Mix liberally and serve.
Log;
This had to be the first time Ichigo'd ever been in a bar. It was just like bars were supposed to be, seedy and dirty and smelling vaguely of vomit, and when he put his hands down on the counter, his fingers stuck a little to it.
He didn't care. He was planning on getting as drunk as humanly possible, and besides, didn't alcohol kill germs? Whatever. He had his best friend -- okay, yeah, best friend -- with him, and they were going to celebrate their birthdays in the way they wanted to. If they stepped on a few toes -- or, you know, punched out a few people, hurled on a few sidewalks, woke up with huge-ass hangovers -- along the way, well, too fucking bad.
That he was more than ready to kill about twenty four hours -- maybe more, with his most recent talk with Mats--Rangiku -- worth of brain cells tonight wasn't much of a factor. Really.
Glancing over at his partner-in-crime for the night, he raised his glass in a sort of half-hearted toast. Nothing like a little vodka to start off the night.
"Happy birthday to us."
Rating; PG-13 for heavy drinking and, no doubt, lots of swearing and fighting.
Characters; Kurosaki Ichigo [
strawberried], Arisawa Tatsuki [one_hit_k_o], and anyone else who wants to jump in.Summary; Ichigo. Tatsuki. Lots of alcohol. Mix liberally and serve.
Log;
This had to be the first time Ichigo'd ever been in a bar. It was just like bars were supposed to be, seedy and dirty and smelling vaguely of vomit, and when he put his hands down on the counter, his fingers stuck a little to it.
He didn't care. He was planning on getting as drunk as humanly possible, and besides, didn't alcohol kill germs? Whatever. He had his best friend -- okay, yeah, best friend -- with him, and they were going to celebrate their birthdays in the way they wanted to. If they stepped on a few toes -- or, you know, punched out a few people, hurled on a few sidewalks, woke up with huge-ass hangovers -- along the way, well, too fucking bad.
That he was more than ready to kill about twenty four hours -- maybe more, with his most recent talk with Mats--Rangiku -- worth of brain cells tonight wasn't much of a factor. Really.
Glancing over at his partner-in-crime for the night, he raised his glass in a sort of half-hearted toast. Nothing like a little vodka to start off the night.
"Happy birthday to us."