tampered | Log: Static

When; No Self-Control Day
Rating; R for drug use
Characters; Frederick Abberline (

bloodyuseless) and Jack Sparrow (

13_year_captain) to start, open to more later.
Summary; No impulse control means liquor, drugs, and sex. Also violence, but Frank's not the sort to punch out anyone he doesn't hate personally.
Log;

Frederick stumbled away from the 'computer' thing, draining the last of his drink. The bottle was only barely touched, and still so very full - gloriously strong. His vision was already doing incredibly strange things. He'd wait like a good boy, though. He was raised right, damnit, and you always shared when you said you would. The only problem was, that the angrier he got the more his thoughts replayed things from his past, the more he saw Victoria - he needed to be very drunk, or very high, or both, or unconscious - he just needed to stop. The rage at first was so strong he screamed to himself until he felt a pull in his throat, and then turned to the bottle.

He heard a noise at the front, a sort of offbeat pawing, and somehow made his way to the door. His hair was disheveled and his tie undone (his jacket had vanished some time ago), and he swayed a bit as he opened the door. "Hello darling," he deadpanned. Fuck but the man looked exactly like him. How awkward. At least I'm not dressed like a bloody circus trick, he thought.

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"Oh.. Miss Rangiku.." Frank was half-melted against the back of the couch, clearly sailing somewhere off the physical realm. Every time he stopped paying close attention to the room and people around him, he began seeing a giant clock with laughing faces instead of numbers. "... Wait?"

"I couldn't... I never wait. Not well." He laughed and finished pulling his shirt off, because there was no sense leaving a thing half done.

He grinned at Frank and leaned over the man to be closer to Ran.
"Told you I could get a girl here, mate. Jus' took a bit."

Ran slid down the arm of the couch to settle on the cushion, putting her level with the men. It was easy to see how much she was liking the view, with the way her eyes roamed back and forth between the two men. The resemblance was uncanny, really, barring some minor differences.

"It's nice to meet you in person, Mr. Abberline, even if I usually make a point to meet someone for the first time when they're sober." She shoots Jack an amused smile. "Captain's corrupting new residents now, is he?"

"Unfortunately these are habits I'm rather well acquainted with," Abberline said, somehow not tripping over his words. The woman was coming into focus in his mind - oh yes, he'd communicated with her over the computer thing. "Likewise." He paused for a moment, trying to remember what they were all doing there. Oh. "Please, have a drink."

"See? He was like this when I found him. No fault of mine!" Jack laughed again and shifted a bit in his seat so he could lean over to the table. There, he poured a glass of absinthe for their new guest and strained water the water over the sugar.

He held the glass out for Ran, pulled it back and took a drink, then held it out again.
"You really should share with us, love! It's a good party. ... You're over dressed."

"Thank you kindly, Mr. Abberline. I believe I'd love a drink. "

Apparently, Jack didn't warn him about asking her to have a drink... She couldn't help but laugh again as she took the drink from him. It didn't take her long to down it and grin at the men.

"This isn't bad, for something I've never had before. Still, it's no match for a fine sake. Remind me next time we drink together and I'll bring some. And what's this aboutbeing overdressed? This is the usual uniform I wear as a shinigmai."

Frederick wondered at how fast she drank it - did she know what it was? Absinthe wasn't exactly some fancy alcohol, it had hallucinogens in it.. quite strong ones, judging from what he'd had so far. Some bottles were better than others, after all. Oh, well.

"I seem to have misplaced my shirt..." he said airily.

"As have I! It's an epi... epidemic! Something should be done!"
Being a man of action, Jack crawled over Frank to set to the task of trying to tug Ran's kimono down.

"Ran, love, we haven't need for any shini... any death dealing things. We're already dead... You're over dressed. ...Don't fear, though. I'll help."
And help he did..or tried.

She blinked a couple of times, noting the unusually early rush of alcohol in her system. It didn't often happen; her feeling the effect this easily, but she mentally dismissed any concern and allowed herself to enjoy the slow buildup of heat under her skin.

She wiggled under Jack's hands, a giggle tripping over her lips. "Alright, alright... here." Slim fingers untied the white obi and allowed the haori top to fall open, pausing for a moment before she pushed it off of her shoulders, leaving her bare from the waist up except for the silver chain necklace that dipped into her cleavage.

"Fair's fair. Now we're all topless."

Jack could do little more than smile, slow and dumb, at all the freshly exposed skin. The gears in his brain were sticky with the sap of poppies and the poison of thujone, but when they eventually clicked together, the curse did not allow for worry over consequence. The pirate dropped down against Rangiku, plunging his face into her cleavage and wiggling it merrily in that warm (and expansive) valley.

When he came up for air, he dropped down onto her lap and smiled up at her...giggling. Draped over two, attractive, half naked and inebriated people was a fine place to be.
"Ran? You are remarkably beautiful. If someone has to come for my soul one day, I hope she's as lovely."

Good Lord but that woman had huge tits. Abberline was trying not to think about it, as it was completely rude and ungentlemanly, but ... he didn't seem capable of putting a stop to the compulsion. Jack as also in his lap, which was... interesting. They'd been doing something before, hadn't they? They'd been on a carousel, and the inside was caving in, and Jack was bleeding.. wait, no.. it was.. Damnit. Frank did not join the conversation, but stared at them, confused.

Ran grinned down at Jack's new position, bending lower to brush warm lips over his forehead. "I'll make sure your reaper is lovely, my captain. I promise." Her head dropped back to rest among the cushions, gaze sliding over to their silent companion.

"They don't bite, dear. And neither do I. At least, not on the first date."

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