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tampered2007-12-21 03:23 am
venivici.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-12-21 03:23 am
[ONGOING LOOOGGY]
When; Just after midnight from the Great Marley's Ghost curse, honestly.
Rating; PG-PG-13...ish
Characters; Fran (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
e_meritus) and Balthier (venivici)
Summary; After having to deal with his father during this last curse, Balthier has decided to go independent binge drinking (IBD), only to be caught skulking by hisbunny girl cohort, Fran.
Log;
After about the fifth round, the bite had gone away. After the seventh, so had the foolish lad of a challenger that caused Balthier to take the bet. He'd won two yellows and an orange (whatever that meant as currency) as a result, and they were quickly put away in one of his pouches on his sides before he charmed himself another round out of the cute little bartender. Even as he was, he still managed to get what he needed (or wanted) with the opposite gender. For the most part. She seemed to be catching on slowly but surely.
Which was fine. Balthier bristled, but it was hardly at the young woman cleaning glasses and taking orders from casual attendees and drunkards alike. It was at the recollection of the earlier curse, where he found himself in the presence of that ridiculous monster of a man. Not even a week in, and he was confronted by one of those 'curses'. Followed, stalked even, by the empiric doctor, who spent his time mocking the younger man and spouting his almost religiously maniacal insanity regardless of where Balthier went. He'd even stopped him from an attempt to head to the lavatory. Balthier was surprised that he hadn't bruised the bridge of his nose from all the pinching and annoyed tapping.
But at the stroke of midnight, as Fran said, the image dissipated to nothingness and left Balthier alone once more. After that, he'd decided a drink would do to loosen him from the stress. And an hour and a half later, there he found himself, not admitting that the only thing keeping him in that stool happened to be his elbows hooked around the metal bar on the drinking counter to keep glasses from rolling to the floor. In his loosely clenched right hand, a beer bottle swung. It was so out of character for the elaborately dressed sky pirate, but he made it look a bit better by having clumsily pulled the label off and balling it together to flick at one of the drunken patrons. They were far too gone to realize.
"God, I do so love family," he snarked to his reflection in the bottle bitterly, before taking another swig.
Rating; PG-PG-13...ish
Characters; Fran (
e_meritus) and Balthier (venivici)Summary; After having to deal with his father during this last curse, Balthier has decided to go independent binge drinking (IBD), only to be caught skulking by his
Log;
After about the fifth round, the bite had gone away. After the seventh, so had the foolish lad of a challenger that caused Balthier to take the bet. He'd won two yellows and an orange (whatever that meant as currency) as a result, and they were quickly put away in one of his pouches on his sides before he charmed himself another round out of the cute little bartender. Even as he was, he still managed to get what he needed (or wanted) with the opposite gender. For the most part. She seemed to be catching on slowly but surely.
Which was fine. Balthier bristled, but it was hardly at the young woman cleaning glasses and taking orders from casual attendees and drunkards alike. It was at the recollection of the earlier curse, where he found himself in the presence of that ridiculous monster of a man. Not even a week in, and he was confronted by one of those 'curses'. Followed, stalked even, by the empiric doctor, who spent his time mocking the younger man and spouting his almost religiously maniacal insanity regardless of where Balthier went. He'd even stopped him from an attempt to head to the lavatory. Balthier was surprised that he hadn't bruised the bridge of his nose from all the pinching and annoyed tapping.
But at the stroke of midnight, as Fran said, the image dissipated to nothingness and left Balthier alone once more. After that, he'd decided a drink would do to loosen him from the stress. And an hour and a half later, there he found himself, not admitting that the only thing keeping him in that stool happened to be his elbows hooked around the metal bar on the drinking counter to keep glasses from rolling to the floor. In his loosely clenched right hand, a beer bottle swung. It was so out of character for the elaborately dressed sky pirate, but he made it look a bit better by having clumsily pulled the label off and balling it together to flick at one of the drunken patrons. They were far too gone to realize.
"God, I do so love family," he snarked to his reflection in the bottle bitterly, before taking another swig.