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tampered2013-11-11 11:47 pm
velveteenwolf) wrote in tampered2013-11-11 11:47 pm
Crack Open the Bourbon and Pass the Popcorn
When: Saturday Evening; November 9th
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe for drunk teenagers behaving badly
Characters: Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey, Julie Grigio and her kitten and maybe her zombie boyfriend?
Summary:Today sucked like woah so Peter is recruiting Julie and Roman into drinking and watching terrible movies about guys in suits that kill aliens. Following the threads here and here.
Peter said twenty minutes, and it's probably close to fifteen when he shows up, looking definitely worse for wear, and he's got two bottles of booze in one hand, and a bag that contains (among other things) a bag of butterscotch candies and a box of microwave popcorn. Julie has to movies and Roman is... Roman, so that should make for a good night. Probably not a particularly late night considering he is still fighting the urge to just curl up in bed and die, but movies, liquor, good company... it's enough for now, anyway.
He knocks on the door, leaning against the wall as he waits. Hopefully Roman will be here soon. They didn't come together; Peter had been off at Derek's, and then he'd been hiding in the woods, which wasn't cowardly in the least. So he's not quite sure where in the City he is, and he exhales, letting out a long sigh as he waits for the door to open or a ridiculously tall perfectly dressed jerk that Peter is unreasonably attached to.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe for drunk teenagers behaving badly
Characters: Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey, Julie Grigio and her kitten and maybe her zombie boyfriend?
Summary:Today sucked like woah so Peter is recruiting Julie and Roman into drinking and watching terrible movies about guys in suits that kill aliens. Following the threads here and here.
Peter said twenty minutes, and it's probably close to fifteen when he shows up, looking definitely worse for wear, and he's got two bottles of booze in one hand, and a bag that contains (among other things) a bag of butterscotch candies and a box of microwave popcorn. Julie has to movies and Roman is... Roman, so that should make for a good night. Probably not a particularly late night considering he is still fighting the urge to just curl up in bed and die, but movies, liquor, good company... it's enough for now, anyway.
He knocks on the door, leaning against the wall as he waits. Hopefully Roman will be here soon. They didn't come together; Peter had been off at Derek's, and then he'd been hiding in the woods, which wasn't cowardly in the least. So he's not quite sure where in the City he is, and he exhales, letting out a long sigh as he waits for the door to open or a ridiculously tall perfectly dressed jerk that Peter is unreasonably attached to.
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At Julie's welcome he does up nod a hello and even smile just a little. A get together of the friendly sort. Relax, he tells himself.
His kingdom for Xanax right now.]
Whichever is cool.
[Roman can't even look at the cat.]