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Post by freeziepop on Oct 1, 2010 17:05:23 GMT -5
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 1, 2010 17:18:06 GMT -5
Still a bit miffed about his entrance into Club Verona, Susumu decided to walk out for a bit to find a place that was a bit less crowded and bright. Seriously, his eyes felt like someone had forced him to stare at the sun, with a magnifying glass aimed right over his pupils. He stumbled into the pub, still feeling the effects from the bright lights and the pounding music.
Ok, so technically there was still music and lights in the pub, but it wasn't as crazy in here. He sighed in relief once he got a good look at it, actually knowing one of the songs they were playing in the back. Some generic pop tune, but he always liked those kinds of songs. But thank god it wasn't California Girls. Looking at the familiar pink haired man in the back, he inwardly cringed at the thought.
'It would be his theme song though.' He thought, recalling Syl's feminine nature from the Trainer's Lounge in Verona. Seeing him snort up some crack, he twitched in disgust, fleeing to the bar counter right next to the Tabunne. He eyed the pink critter with interest, realizing that it was something he had never seen before. "I'll have a Laziza. Peach, if you can." He asked the bar tender, who swiftly got out a bottle from the back and handed it to him. It was a non-alcoholic drink, but nobody else had to know that.
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 1, 2010 17:33:38 GMT -5
SYL _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [/font][/size][/b] In one swift motion, Syl was beside Susumu at the bar, one arm around the younger man's shoulders awkwardly. He squeezed tight, face twisted into a clownish smile.
"OH HI, I remember you. What did you say your name was? Something weird, wasn't it," Syl paused, speech slightly slurred from the beer mixed up with coke. He motioned for the bartender to bring him another beer, "S-something. Sally? Sal? Sohn? Sam? S...Sancis?" he laughed, tightening his grip on Susumu's shoulders.
Beer slid across the counter, Syl's ready hand caught it and he took a sip, which ended up being more like a large gulp. "You know kid, I like you," he grinned again, "I think you should like, have a girlfriend, or something," Syl paused to take another swig of the foul smelling brew, before adding, "or boyfriend, I dunno what you're into."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 1, 2010 20:51:16 GMT -5
Susumu hardly had time to react when he sensed the coke sniffing monster in the back glide right up to him. Hell, for all he knew, he did Michael Jackson's "Moonwalk" at the same time while doing it. Feeling an uncomfortable shudder flow through his body at the unwanted body contact, he glanced nervously at Syl. He remembered him alright, but couldn't quite remember the name. Thankfully, he didn't seem to remember his either.
"...something weird? Well, most things from Japan are weird." He replied, trying to shrug the man off of him in a way that wouldn't be all that offensive. Thankfully, it worked quite well with the possibility of beer from the bartender. "But yeah, it's hard to say. Call me Shamu. Like the whale." The male took a sip of his Laziza and made a sour face, finding its taste rather bitter. Still, once he got used to it, then it would be a lot easier to drink.
"A girlfriend, huh? I've been trying, but it hasn't been easy. They all look vicious." He laughed, feeling a bit more relaxed now that he had a drunken fool to talk to. Hey, who didn't like drunken buddies? "You've probably got one or two, eh?" He added, seeing that Syl definitely had that personality that could attract some crazy person out there.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 1, 2010 21:05:05 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie had given up. In the club he had seen so many people with alcohol but yet, no bar. He had, not literally, thrown his hands into the air in defeat and left to find a pub that he knew would provide him with rum, sweet and glorious rum.Dragging his feet down the dark street, he was silently glad that he didn't have a skimpy or skin tight outfit. Fall season was kicking in faster then he expected, it was cool. He was thankful that his costume had a hoodie with it or else he'd be running instead of the leisure pace he was fully content on upholding now. Hands dug themselves into the pocket of the jacket as his brown eyes searched for an open pub. It was then he saw one and mentally thanked whoever was running the world as a higher being that music wasn't blasting from it. Pushing open the door of the bar, Dougie walked straight to the counter, not paying any heed to the two males besides him, and waved over the bar tender. "Got any rum?" The question was out of his mouth before the man could finish the whole walk over. The large burly man stared at him for a moment, probably trying to place an age to his short size, before shrugging and grabbing a bottle, sliding it down to him.[/color] Popping the cork off with a cork screw that was slid down after, he took a quick gulp of the liquid, it burning on the way down. Oh thank cheezus, sweet, sweet rum. The two talking about their love lives next to him were ignored. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 1, 2010 23:48:01 GMT -5
SYL _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [/font][/size][/b] Syl took another swig, stifling a giggle. "Shamu? You've lost weight, does your trainer know you're out drinking?" he chuckled at his own lame joke. Gaze shifted to the drink in Susumu's hand, and Syl made a face. "What kind of sissy drink is that? Here, this'll put hair on your chest," he shoved the nearly-empty mug of beer in the man's face, urging him to take a drink. "Maybe if you're lucky I'll let you borrow one of my girlfriends for the night. Ehh? Whaddya say Shamu?"
And then he noticed the newcomer, greedily sucking down the bottle of rum. "Hey, hey, no love for a down on his luck professor and his friend, uh," Syl struggled to remember the name, head buzzing from alcohol and drugs. The room looked a bit distorted, the walls seemed to be closing in on him. "Uh... Shamu. Yeah. Like the whale," he repeated to Dougie. He made a motion for the bottle, swiping and missing completely. "Lemme have a swig daaaaarling."
Letting go of Susumu completely, Syl made a point of straightening his drooping clip-on ears and concentrated on not falling off the stool.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 2, 2010 12:49:27 GMT -5
Thanking god (he didn't believe in Arceus) that Syl had let go of him, he was left looking at the strange drink offered to him. Alcohol was normally a bad thing, right? Looking at the drunken man, he didn't really want to end up being just like him. But at the same time, he was probably the only one in here drinking something non-alcoholic. 'I guess I could have a sip...it's not like it's a full glass or anything.' He gulped, not wanting to be a pansy. With his eyes closed, he downed what was left of the alcoholic drink, nearly gagging at the taste as it slid uncomfortably down his throat.
It was a weak dose, so he really didn't feel all that different. Sure, he had to blink really hard for a couple of seconds, but he was still able to think and stuff. Glancing over to the guy that stole Syl's attention, he couldn't help but feel bad for the kid. He had to be like, 14 or something, right?
"...so, what are you dressed as?" Once Susumu did a double take of what Syl was wearing, he blushed and instantly turned the other way. That was definitely a lot more than he ever wanted to see, and he felt as if he did something that no man should ever do by accidentally looking at his back. Damn. He might've been naked, and he would've felt the same reaction.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 2, 2010 15:22:23 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie set the rum on the counter, hand still encircled around the bottle, as his brown eyes glanced over at the people, he guessed, were talking to him. He only got the last part of what the older, practically not dressed, male said. Something about Shamu? Obviously this guy was drunk beyond the need of anymore alcohol and yet decided that more was just the thing he needed. Whales, in a pub? Crazy.He was fully intent on taking his drink and leaving when a hand entered his vision reaching for HIS rum. Oh hell no. Brown eyes quickly glanced back up at the intoxicated male and glared at him. "Buy your own though I doubt you need anymore with the way your drunk self is. Can hardly stay on the stool."[/color] He scoffed in retort as he slid the bottle farther away from the duo. His attention was transferred to the younger of the two as he took the older's drink. 'Is the poor guy his bitch or something?' He mentally shuddered, seeing how he didn't look old enough to drink. Least Dougie had his id if any cops came by. Seeing how a lot of people got an invite and it said drinks were free he figured that the party would be broken up before dawn."I'm a Girafarig... And you are...?" He responded back before taking another drink from his bottle. At some point he'd have to go back to the party at the club but for now, he was alright we ignoring the red head and talking lightly with the kid who would likely get raped later in the night (by said red head). [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 3, 2010 12:23:43 GMT -5
SYL _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [/font][/size][/b] Syl raised a thick red eyebrow at Dougie's cocky retort, and then burst into laughter. "You got balls kid," he said, tapping on the counter to let the bartender know he needed another beer, "maybe if you're lucky later, I'll let you see mine."
Once his beer came, he started chugging, downing the entire mug in one go. He wiped away the foam from his mouth and glanced at Susumu. "I'm a Mesprit, can't you tell? See, look at my little tails," he made a grab at one of the limp, badly-designed tails dangling behind him and missed, which made him giggle even more.
He paused for a moment, forgetting about the tails and motioning for another beer. "So, are you two like, trainers or something?" he asked, speech more slurred than before. "You're lucky; I used to be a trainer but now all I do is work work work! They're running me ragged, those fucking...oh look, this coaster has a funny picture on the back!"
Syl's eyes lit up with glee as he struggled to read the words. "Join Team.. Deeth? Ahaha these fuckers can't spell for shit," he laughed, cheeks rosy from both laughter and alcohol. "Lemme tell you guys something about Team Death," he huddled in close, voice lowered to just below a shout, "they're not really gone, in fact they're planning something right now! Isn't that wonderful?!"
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 3, 2010 12:37:44 GMT -5
Never hearing of a Girafarig but not wanting to look like an uneducated idiot, Susumu merely nodded his head as if he knew exactly what that was. It did seem a bit too yellow and cheery for a guy that acted like this though. It was a loud outfit after all, why, from across the pub it stood out like a purple flower in a batch of red ones. Then with the other, drunken man, he vaguely resembled a Mesprit like he claimed. Did he have to be half naked though?
He glanced at his own costume, realizing that his Mothim wings were still wrapped around his body like a blanket. Stretching his arms out, he revealed the cheaply made costume so it was much easier to guess what he was. "Mothim. I didn't think anyone else would dress as one, and I was right." He glanced around the room once more to make sure, and once satisfied, returned to drinking his peach flavored beer. It had a taste that he was used though, so he couldn't help but drink it. "I'm a trainer, yeah. I'm Shamu." He repeated, for the new guy. He nodded towards him, using the 'guy nod' as a greeting.
"Team Death? Why does that ring a bell." Susumu asked, mostly to himself as he stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. It was all decorated with sports teams shit, teams that never won a game but had fans anyways. Really, who liked the Serene Valley Togekiss baseball team? No one he knew, and he preferred to keep it that way. "So, what? They go around killing things?" He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicious at the drunken man before him. He could've been kidding for all he knew, but for some reason, he wasn't sure.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 3, 2010 20:51:25 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie gave a creep-ed out glance to Syl before staring straight at his rum. Had he heard right or had he himself had too much already? He shuddered for a moment and scooted farther away on the stool. Farther away the better but to leave the other kid to be raped? He'd stay at least for the "whale" to find a get away plan, after that the twenty one year old was bailing.A Mesprit? That was a legendary wasn't it? Dougie didn't dare ask for fear that the drunk would go into a tirade over how "incompetent" he was at Pokémon species. He couldn't even get a Mudkip. How sad. And Whale Boy... He was a Mothim? Was that the Mothra wanna be Pokémon? Looks like it by his outfit. "I'm a trainer, the name's Dougie." He gave the "guy nod" back though he didn't recall having ever done one before. It was weird. Could they just do a handshake next time? Brown eyes shifted to Syl however before he could think more on the proper greeting techniques. Team Death? The name sounded quite demonic, least for his tastes. Seems Shamu thought so too hearing his input on the matter. "Team Death who?" To hide his puzzled expression, he took another swig from his rum bottle. Maybe if he drank anymore Syl would end up getting some of it, though most would probably be back wash since everyone knows drunks are slobs. Ew.[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 3, 2010 20:57:26 GMT -5
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 3, 2010 21:09:16 GMT -5
There was a strange air about the way Syl talked about his super cool club, and it seemed to suck the fun out of the drunk. It was a bit of a downer, actually. Playing around with the remaining, bitter liquid in his drink, he couldn't help but stare into it to try can distract him from the brief awkwardness of the moment. He tried to catch Dougie's gaze, not sure if he thought that something was weird about this, or if he was the only one taking this a bit too seriously. Whichever the case, it wasn't something he wanted to think about right now. He came here to party and rest up, not think about depressing things and be suspicious of other people. "Well, it's probably a nickname. I had to shorten mine, because it's a bit hard to pronounce. Susumu. Heh. I'm so friggin asian." He tried to direct it a bit back to the name topic, and perhaps they could move on to something else later. "So you're a trainer too, eh?" He motioned to Syl, a bit surprised that someone as old as him was stuck with a job like that. If you could call Pokémon Training a job. "Probably never saw a Mesprit if your costume looks like that." He commented, taking another sip of his drink. He sent the pinky a small glance, trying to see his reaction. [/font]
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 4, 2010 19:53:07 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] At Syl's comment of his name he scrunched up his forehead. Dougie was a perfectly acceptable name and who was he to comment on his name when he was sitting by Shamu the fucking whale himself. He was half tempted to comment back but held it in. He wasn't worth the breath or his time. The rum before him was waiting to be consumed and who was he to reject the exceptional offer?His hand lifted to when it stopped. The bottle went straight back to the table and his brown eyes glanced back at the older drunk. Red hair? What did he say his name was? Could it be Syl? The person some chick told him to say hi to for her? Did luck hate him that much that he actually ran into the guy? Might as well try though right? "Is your name Syl?" Now what was that girl's name? Kelly? Callie? Kay? Kia? No... Well shit. Dougie ignored the younger boy's attempt to deter the conversation. He wasn't interested in the candy but the fact they made people's (or well as far as he knows just Syl's) life miserable made it interesting. "What exactly does this club of yours do? Besides make you stressed out and hit your midlife crisis faster then normal." Might as well figure everything out.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 7, 2010 14:34:15 GMT -5
SYL _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [/font][/size][/b] Syl shook his head. "I'm not a trainer-- not really, anyway. I'm a Professor," he blinked twice, the urge to consume more beer rising rapidly. At the boy's second comment, his hand flew to where his bag would have been, if he had been carrying it. "Looks like you're in luck Shamu! If I showed you any of my pokemon, your brain would be so full of fuck it would be a full-on orgy," he said, tapping on the bar for another beer. The bartender looked stern, and shook his head. He had enough drunks to deal with without the famously rowdy redhead getting any more, well, rowdy.
Face turned dark at Dougie's prying. "My name is whatever you want it to be," he snapped, feeling more sober than he'd been in days. He toyed with the idea of spilling everything to the two boys, but thought better of it as a certain surly face emblazoned itself in his mind. "There's pressure from within," he said cryptically, tipping his beer mug over his mouth to get every last drop, "New faces are rising in the ranks, new faces that I don't particularly like but could squash if I have to."
A droplet of beer slid down the side of the mug and into his eye. Syl swore violently, then laughed. "You guys sure know how to cheer a guy up! How about a round for the whole pub, barkeep!"
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 7, 2010 20:37:42 GMT -5
Eh? Now Susumu was just plain curious as to what Pokémon the guy had, especially with that natural body motion he just made. It was really as if the guy was about to show him some super cool Pokémon to prove him wrong. He was a drunk though, so perhaps he was just thinking funny. Never knew with people that couldn't think and lived in la la land. "Syl?" Susumu thought the name over, knowing that it sounded familiar. Was that what the guy introduced himself as at the Trainer's Lounge? Guessing from that snippy comment the drunkard gave Dougie, it probably wasn't. No need to get so defensive over a freaking name though. "Whatever we want it to be? Sounds like fun. How about...Brittney?" He chuckled, thinking of Brittney Spears when he said that. Why, for pete's sake, could he easily imagine Syl singing 'Gimmie Gimme, MOAR' so easily on stage? WHY? And oh fuck, a Brittney Spears song just came on in the background. Not that one, it was Toxic, but still. He laughed at how it seemed to suit his thoughts perfectly. "A whole round? Shoot, he didn't even give you a drink before. You think he'll actually-" His words were cut short when the barkeep started giving everyone drinks. Well dang. Now he felt bad for actually talking to people now, stupid moment of shame. [/font]
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 7, 2010 20:59:56 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie couldn't help but chuckle at Syl's come back to Shamu's comment. Apparently the man had pretty good pokemon, or maybe really lame pokemon that he thought were awesome. It was hard to tell comparing the man was drunk and all. Speaking of drinking, he lifted up his mostly empty bottle and downed the last of it, smiling in satisfaction. This smile however turned sour when the red head snapped at him.Brown eyes stared at the male, and before he knew it the "Sonders Smile" was plastered on his face. "I like the name Brittney, I agree with Wha- I mean Shamu"[/color] Yes, Brittney was a much better name then Syl. Kai would never get her little hello message passed now. Oh well. Good thing he didn't promise anything. Dougie listened to the comment of how life in TD was going with more interest then he thought he'd have. Despite not knowing really what they did but he knew that they had people who could make the red head before him angry, and that seemed to be a subconscious goal of his tonight. Common interest much?Glancing over to Susumu he laughed at his expression, seemed he thought of something funny. Rude not to share. It was then that the Brittney song reached his ears and he inwardly cringed. What pub played Brittney Spears? The thought was dropped rather quickly as more alcohol floated his was from the bar tender. Oh yum! Dougie wasted no time in popping it open and taking a good gulp of the burning liquid. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 7, 2010 21:06:50 GMT -5
Syl let out a booming laugh that shook his whole body. He laughed until he was red in the face. "So I'm Brittney now huh? That bitch wishes she had anything on me," he giggled, parting his long hair into two ponytails and climbing onto the counter.
"HEY NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-" The bartender stopped short as Syl started to dance - if you could even call it that. His dancing was more a series of thrusts and strange gyrations that weren't usually seen outside a strip club, or HBO.
He pointed at Susumu, licking his lips seductively, and mouthed the words in time with both the song and his thrusting.
With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slipping under.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 9, 2010 17:54:53 GMT -5
"You mean Whale? Eh, fine. I can live with another nickname." Susumu shrugged his shoulders, not really caring what people called him, as long as it wasn't offensive. He wasn't self conscious about his weight at the moment, even though the weather was getting much colder, and it was a lot easier to be lazy at this time of year. Shamu. Whale. His nicknames didn't make sense unless you explained them to someone, and even then it was a weird story to tell. The bartender had just gotten to his round of Laziza, this time a mango flavored one, when Syl had gotten onto the bar counter. Just about to finish swallowing the sweet, carbonated drink, he was forced to cough it out when the man started dancing. Hip thrusts and everything! It was hilarious! Covering his face with his arms as he rested his head on the bar counter, he couldn't help but laugh like an idiot. Thank god he wasn't actually singing, but that would've been a perfect YouTube moment...holy shit, he had his cell phone on him, didn't he? With a mischievous chuckle, he nabbed his phone from his costume's small pocket and started recording the dance and lip sync, still giggling like a schoolboy. The alcohol from before had his face flushed with a rosy hint, making the young boy relax and take it much easier than he would have sober. He looked over to Dougie, who was downing another free drink of alcohol. "You aren't that drunk yet, I suppose?" He asked somewhat innocently, wondering if he would get twice the surprise on camera. [/font]
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 10, 2010 20:01:05 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie had no idea what just happened. One moment he was downing some delicious alcohol and the next moment there was a complete drunk dancing on the bar counter. As the events settled in however he cracked a smile which immediately changed to a large grin. Then when Syl pointed at Susumu he couldn't help but laugh, and laugh he did.Sipping on the alcohol in front of him he giggled a bit as he saw Shamu pulled out his cellphone. He could only assume he was videoing this whole event. When the boy questioned him however he waved it off. "Oh no no no. I'm much more of the random comment drunk then the "lets grind on nothing and point to underage boys as I dance" drunk. I'm also the watcher. I soooo enjoy watching other drunks humiliate themselves."[/color] He hiccuped after which followed itself with another fit of giggles and chuckles. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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