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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 13, 2011 21:49:37 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra was having a lot of trouble so early in the party. Firstly, tons of people were stepping on her huge yellow sleeves and some slapped her hat off with their flailing, dancing arms, causing her to duck down and get it and have your sleeves stepped on yet again. They were already looking as though they were about to tear. She began seriously considering changing her costume, but decided not to. That would be like surrendering, and she was not one to admit defeat in any situation.
So instead of complaining, she pressed through the dance floor and managed to reach the bar, where she sat, sighing with relief. It smelled like alcohol, but that was better than the smell of cheap, sweaty costumes. After clearing her head a little, she looked up at the bartender. "I'll take.. umm.." She thought for a moment before realizing she didn't know the names of any alcoholic drinks. Like, at all. "the thing that's most popular, please." She concluded. The bartender laughed and decided to mix her a drink that wasn't too alcoholic.
As he mixed up her drink, she wondered if she'd get to dance tonight. It was never fun dancing by herself, though. The drink came. Sierra pressed the requested amount of pokedollars onto the counter and took the beverage when it was made, sniffing it curiously. Then she lifted it to her lips and took the smallest of sips, coughing as the bitter taste poisoned her tastebuds. Grimacing, she set it back down and decided she'd finish it slowly but surely. That is, unless someone came over here and convinced her to get drunk. And because of the Asian genes running through her, it wouldn't take much effort.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, open~ TALK|| x: .. and then she breaks the legal drinking age
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Post by Cammie on Oct 14, 2011 16:15:29 GMT -5
Val was already sick of being a girl, drunk men wanted to grind on him. Sliding their body into his, a few came for the front and Val tried to make them notice his bulge as they moved the fabric of the dress. Yet, that seemed to fail. Instead he pushed then, shoving his hard in the grinder's face and pushing them away. Finally he was free from the dancers, pushing the fabric of his dress and flicking his tail. Why did he even try to make the dress look like nice? He hated it... right?
Finally he sat himself down at the bar, shifting awkwardly in the pink gown until he could sit with comfort. He let out a sigh. "Hey," He waved the bartender over, "Get me my usual." There was confusion in the workers face, they looked Val up and down and let out a small snort before giving an under the breath comment. At least someone could tell, most likely because someone spilled the beans earlier. That and the unremovable ears and tail.
Val let out a sigh as his drink arrived, glancing over at a much younger looking girl. He reached his hands up, making sure his wig was on right and that his glasses were still square on his face. "Well, you look like a youngling. Haha. Of course everyone looks half their age tonight. I think it mostly because..." He shifted his glass, "Im drunk." To be honest Val was as sober as could be, at least till the alcohol kicked in, yet he didnt want someone who had come to drink underage be kicked out right away. "Nice," He took a long sip from his glass, "outfit."
Then the frames returned to place and he looked back at his cup, which was full again. "Im Val-" His ears flattened and he grit his teeth. Part of the bet. Part of the bet. "-erie. He had been trying to sound as female as possible this whole time.
Outfit; Click!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 14, 2011 19:36:37 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra was sipping her bitter, alcoholic drink with a pained expression before she heard the sound of someone sitting in a seat near her. She looked up at the girl (guy), curiosity in her eyes, as she analyzed her (his) pretty outfit. A little bit of jealousy sprang up in her as she admired the folds and fluffy neckline of the dress.
And then he spoke, causing her to consider the possibility if she was already drunk. Why was such a deep voice coming out of a pretty girl?! It sounded like a guy trying in vain to sound like one. Surprised by this discovery, she almost didn't hear his remark that she looked quite young to be there. Pushing her previous suspicions away, she smiled meekly, shrank a little, then laughed a bit when he said he was drunk. "Yeah, that's it. Some tell me I look younger than I am." She said, covering up her real age a little bit. Lifting her glass again, she took another small sip.
Nice, came the half sentence, almost making Sierra lean out of her seat in anticipation for the next word, outfit. One could probably hear the clatter of her seat when she settled with relief. She hated broken sentences in conversation. "Thanks! Emolga is such a cute pokemon, don't you think?" She remarked, inwardly smacking herself. What kinda conversation starter was that?
Then she introduced herself. Val. Again, suspicious; it was definitely sort of a guyish name, but she could be a special case. Then, erie. .. "Erie? As in, Valerie? Or this place is so full of old men that it's eerie?" She looked around and saw a guy with long, red hair with his arm around one of the many giggling women at the bar. "But anywho, I'm Sierra. Nice to meetcha!" She responded, returning her gaze to Val. She then took a larger sip of her drink and nearly gagged, but tried to hide it as well as she could.
Outfit!
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Val, Halloween 2011 TALK|| Yay, I was so scared no one would join x'D <3 Whoever else wants to come is welcome too~ COME AT ME BROS <3
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Post by airceltrai on Oct 15, 2011 11:45:14 GMT -5
Azita stood outside the door, looking at what type of crowd was inside. She quickly walked to the bathrooms to put the blue-colored contacts in that came with the costume. Walking back out after getting them placed, she noticed others wearing costumes for halloween. She figured it would be nice to at least talk with others, so she walked over to see what they were up to. Walking as fast as she could inslowly the somewhat tight dress, she slowly made her way to the bar, and sat down. As the bartender came over, to take her drink order, she nodded. "Just anything without alcohol, thanks." she said to the bartender before turning towards the two other costumed people who she noticed before. One was wearing a yellow and white costume, possibly an Emolga, while the other seemed a bit harder to figure out. Azita turned to them, and smiled. "Nice costumes. At least it seems like some people have decent costumes..." she said, nudging her head to some of the drunken dancers. Taking a sip of the drink given to her by the bartender, she looked at the other two. "So what are you two supposed to be? I'm a Sigilyph." she added, shifting her weight to try to get comfortable in her dress. Why did I have to take the one costume that would be hard to fit in... she thought to herself, slightly frustrated. It wasn't like she could just go swap it with something else now. Outfit
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Post by Cammie on Oct 15, 2011 11:54:31 GMT -5
Val let out a slight sigh, and nodded. "Yep. Adorable." And then the girl questioned his name. He glanced slightly at his drink and then to the girl, "Its... Valerie." The name tasted bad in his mouth. He tried to give a small chuckle but it faded away quickly, "Feel free to call me Val." He finished off his drink, twisting the glass in his hands before offering it to the Bartender to refill. Val glanced down at his dress, then out at the dancers. He admired the twirling girls and for a second had to pause to arrange the fabric of his gown once more.
Clearing his throat he turned around, hoping that it wasnt clear what he was trying to hide. He sipped his glass again. "Not a fan of alcohol?" He finally said, he had noticed her near gag earlier and thought it might be good to ask. "Or maybe your drink is to bitter?" Val glanced at the bartender, then at Sierra. The bartender mixed up something sweeter, placing it infront of Val.
He slide the cup over to Sierra with a slight grin, "Trade? Maybe you'll like this better." If the trade was accepted then Val would happily take the girls drink, maybe even finish it off. Bitter was something he was fond of. He hardly heard the voice behind him asking the bartender for something without alcohol.
"Nice costumes. At least it seems like some people have decent costumes... So what are you two supposed to be? I'm a Sigilyph."
Val turned in his chair, it seemed like he was a chick magnent when dressed as a chick. He gave a mental chuckle and let out a sight, "Im a Frillish," He sipped his drink adding under his breath, "A female one."
Outfit; Click!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 15, 2011 14:52:05 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n She nodded her head in response to his welcome to call him Val. It was a pretty nickname, she thought. But Sierra couldn't really have a nickname, other than si, like 'yes' in Spanish. Nope, anyone who called out to her was doomed to three syllables.
Sierra smacked her lips at the nasty taste of her drink, regretting spending the money for it. Not to mention she was beginning to feel a bit buzzed, the sounds around her slightly amplified. Due to this, she didn't notice when Val adjusted his dress. His utterance almost suggested that he'd read her mind. Turning to face him with wonder in her eyes, she replied, "Yeah. I like sweet things more." She looked at the too full glass in front of her, transferring it between fingers before she heard another glass slide up to her. One look told her it was more vibrant and colorful - a sugary drink, perhaps? She smiled up at Val. "It's like you already know me." She exclaimed, pushing her glass towards him and sipping the new one eagerly. It was hardly bitter at all, and without restraint she began drinking more than before.
It was then that another partygoer approached them, and Sierra couldn't help but feel awe towards her dress. It was formfitting, with all the pretty colors she could name. Even her eyes were a striking blue. Azita complimented their costumes, causing the girl to blink and look down at hers. It was only, like, three colors. She was beginning to feel like changing her costume to match the brilliance of Val's and Azi's. "Thanks," She laughed a bit, conscious of her petty thoughts. Her goal was to have fun, not compare herself to everyone else.
"I know, right? I saw one girl that came in rags." She took a gulp of sweetened alcohol, feeling her mind slowly becoming blank and primitive. It was intoxicating. She looked at Val as she introduced herself as a Frillish. Pointing a thumb at her own costume, she said confidently, "Emolga. It's one of my favorite Pokémon." She grinned.
"So, have you girls seen any," She paused for a moment, smiling shyly, to emphasize her own shame in mentioning it, ".. hot guys yet?" The grin increased, but then she cleared her throat and allowed the question to hang in the air. Uneasily, she continued sipping her drink.
Outfit!
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Owl City - How I Became The Sea TAGS|| Sierra, Val, Azita TALK|| <333
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Post by airceltrai on Oct 16, 2011 1:34:37 GMT -5
Azita looked over her shoulder and scanned the room, with hair accessories following her head turning. As far as she saw, there wasn't anyone who seemed interesting to her. She just got there, so she wouldn't have known if there WAS anyone she considered hot. Turning back to the other two, she just shrugged. "To be honest, I can't tell. I only got here not too long ago." Azita said with a smirk on her face. It had been a while since she last talked like this with someone else, so it felt really good. "Have you seen any you are interested in?" she asked back, curiously. The girl in the Emolga outfit just seemed to be getting loose due to the alcohol, so Azita felt like she had to watch out a bit for her. After all, alcohol does some weird things to people. As for herself, she ordered another non-alcoholic drink. She had gotten drunk before, and it lead herself to be in awkward positions by the time she recovered. Like the one time she found herself contorted in a garbage can...Azita shuddered at the memory, but smiled. She found herself just enjoying the company, not the possible buzz. Outfit!
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Post by Cammie on Oct 17, 2011 12:35:26 GMT -5
Val was happy to take Sierra's drink, pouring what was left of his, into what was her glass. He sipped it, glancing at the girl. It was clear she wasnt one to hold her alcohol, she seemed to be fading into beng tipsy already. Yet, Val could never be sure. He was cursed with being able to hold it, and so most of his drinks were strong.
"Rags, hm?" He glanced between the two. He wished he could of come in rags, would of been so much better then this frilly pink gown. Yet, he seemed to care less about it as he sipped from his glass. Val was sure to check now and then, to adjust the fabric so it sat right.
Then their was the question of if they had seen anyone attractive. His mind told him to say that both Sierra and Azita were, that and every young lady at this party. Yet - he was dressed as a girl and Sierra had just adressed him as a girl. He wasnt about to blow his cover. "Not that I could see, though the first place I came was here." He chuckled to himself, taking a long swig.
Get drunk. Get drunk. He told himself.
Outfit; Click!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 17, 2011 23:52:19 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra took a drink and nodded at Val's acknowledgement. She definitely looked like she was in rags; or, at least, a costume that had been ripped to shreds somehow on the dance floor. Perhaps she was involved in a drunken revelry, or something even more inappropriate than that.
Excitement welled up in her when she saw that the two girls acknowledged her question. She listened to Azita, who spoke first, nodding towards her with a slight grin of amusement. Val spoke next, essentially confirming that this place lacked handsome suitors. She happened to miss that there was one sitting right in front of her, just in a dress... and yeah. She sighed melodramatically, then swirled her drink around as if it were swill. "Nooope, haven't seen anyone I'm interested in. I saw one guy with really long hair over there though, looks like he's hustling. GROSS." She pointed at a guy commonly known as Syl; he was over sitting at a table, his arms around two amused looking women. "Aaaaand everyone else is an old creeper in here." She hiccuped, then looked at her glass before drinking it again.
"I wonder where Susumu is." She looked around, then giggled. "Woops, I said that out loud." She blushed from slight tipsiness and embarrassment. It wasn't like she was outright interested in Susumu, but she wondered why she didn't see him anywhere at this party yet. He seemed like the type to her.
"Oh wait wait wait. Hey bartender, can I have another of theeeese uhhh." She lifted her empty glass and the bartender took it with an amused look, recognizing the drink from the droplets that remained in the cup. After a bit of mixing, she had another one in her hands. More money slapped onto the table. Yay.
She let out a cough, then stood up, nearly bumping her knees against the supports of the table. "You guys wanna dance? You know, stag," She proposed merrily, laughing to herself as if this was all one big joke.
Outfit!
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Val, Azita TALK|| XDDD sorry for super huge big post
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Post by Amanda on Oct 21, 2011 15:12:43 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Krys regretted about the Halloween party, it was her costume. She kept getting weird looks from guys all around--and not like the ones she got when she was naked. Those were the looks that seemed to say "Eww, gross, you animal, back off," but these looks were hungry, ready to devour her. Oh dear. Stupid old men. Maybe when they realized she was a Pokemorph and not simply dressed as one they'd back off. Yeah, maybe she'd spark up some electricity. If only she could. Jolteon could do it, but for some reason, the art eluded her.
A sudden touch on her shoulder startled Krys, but when she realized it was just her Woobat Larisa, she eased and stroked its fur once before nearly being knocked to the ground by some wayward dancer who, from his scent, was very much drunk. Larisa went catapulting off her shoulder and Cherish the Togepi out of her arms.
"That's it," Krys grumbled, brushing her Pokemon off. "Into the Pokeballs you go, just to avoid further injury." Cherish made a face and Larisa began to protest, but before either one of them could say anything, their respective Pokeball's red beam of light caught them and trapped them inside.
"That should do it" Krys murmured before putting her Pokeballs away. Once again, she was nearly knocked off her feet by some strange dancing fool. "Sorry, toots," he said. "Wanna dance to make up for it?"
"Get lost," Krys snapped before storming off to the bar, where there would surely be just as many drunkards, but not as many of them bumping into her and knocking her over. She spotted a girl in a cute Emolga costume, plus another girl in something far more exotic--a desert Pokemon, Krys knew, but she couldn't place its name--and another girl in something, well, girly. She had ears and a tail too. Odd. The dress and the accessories didn't seem to match. The Emolga girl, however looked familiar, so Krys approached the group.
"Crazy party tonight, huh?" she asked, all the while marveling at how, on a night when no one was themselves, she could really be herself and no one would notice unless she told them otherwise. [/size] [outift]
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Post by airceltrai on Oct 23, 2011 0:37:46 GMT -5
Azita saw more another person move in, and felt like it was extremely crowded. Finishing her drink, she paid the bartender before standing up in front of the others and smiling. "Yes, why not. I'll go dance." she said, walking out towards the dance floor. Awkwardly moving towards the dance floor, she started to dance to the best she could without destroying the dress. As she started to be engulfed by the crowd, she let out a sigh. It was a bit too busy for her at that time, and wanted to walk around elsewhere instead. Trying to contort her body just enough to move through the pulsating crowd was going to be tricky, but it was her only shot of getting to the door. Bending her body here and there in almost a dance, she slowly made her way towards the door. With a couple of bumps here and there, she reached the door and quickly rushed out. Outfit!
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 23, 2011 1:00:53 GMT -5
The bar. It was the one place in the noisy, crowded club that Syl felt truly at home. Already damp with sweat from dancing and copping quite a bit more than a feel on the local club sluts, Syl needed to rehydrate. He was drunk already, but a few more shots couldn't hurt. Mumbling a few orders to the bartender (who flashed him quite the dirty look when he mentioned it was all for him), he turned around to scope out the view.
...and came face to face with the most realistic dog costume he'd ever seen. Syl was not a subtle man. Pale hand darted forward, taking a tuft of the fur between his fingers and rubbing. How soft, how luxurious, how well-kept. "You've really gone all out," he shouted to the stranger, voice straining above the harsh beat of the club music. "Where'd you find someone to make such a good costume?"
The more he touched, the more the rusty gears inside his head began to turn. He pulled on the fur, trying to figure out it's nature, and realized it was stuck to the girl's arm. "The fuck? Did you fucking glue this or something?" he pulled harder, and it clicked when a few strands came out. It was just like pulling the hair off his Pokémon.
"....wait what the fuck are you? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY A FUCKING DOG? ARE YOU FOR FUCKING SERIOUS? OH MY GOD I AM TRIPPING BALLS. OH MY GOD WHO LET LASSIE IN?" Syl was in hysterics, nearly losing the pimp hat off of his head in a fit of laughter. He clutched his stomach as he stared, mouth twisted in a kind of clownish horror at the beast standing in front of him. "OH MY GOD AND IT'S WEARING A BIKINI! DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S FUCKING OCTOBER!? THE BEACH IS CLOSED BITCH. HAH HAH BITCH, HAHA OH MY GOD!"
Wiping the tears from his eyes, he finally managed to calm his fit of laughter just in time for his next round of shots to arrive. He quickly threw back three and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh god no seriously, come back to my place later lady. I'd love to take a run at you. Doggy style of course."
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Post by Cammie on Oct 23, 2011 17:11:21 GMT -5
Val wasnt in the mood to dance, he was dressed as a girl for one, and even though both the girls beside him hadn't seemed to notice... He wasnt drunk enough to say fuck it. Yet when he went to reply... "Sure, why not." Yet he turned in his chair after finishing his second drink. Quickly he ordered for the strongest thing the bartender could make. If Val wanted to survive the night, this was the way to go.
Val swallowed the liquid in large gulps, setting down the cup with about half of it remaining. His ears flattened, that was real strong. "Goob job." He gave a thumbs up to the Bartender and hopped off his seat. At least he didnt have to wear heels under this dress, it was long enough to cover the - sadly pink - converse he had on. Before heading out he turned again, stalling and sipping the beverage.
"Crazy party tonight, huh?"
Val heard the voice of yet another female. When he turned around and sat back on the chair he was rather shocked. Another 'morph. Yet, this girl was pushing it to the extreme. "Yep.." He ears flatted, he reached up and adjusted the two-tone pink wig and then the fabric of his dress. He let out a small sigh, "You have no.. idea."
Then another person joined, this time a red haired pimp. The one who seemed to be a chick magnet of the party. At least from what he had seem. The pimp seemed to erupt with laughter when he realized the girl in a bikini wasnt dressed up as a Jolteon but was one. Val found himself trying to cough out laughter as well, it seemed he was finally getting drunk.
Outfit; Click!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 23, 2011 17:36:02 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra drank her sweetened beverage with gusto, attempting to do a little dance move where they were standing as she waited for them to go with her to the dance floor. A laugh left her throat when she almost tripped on a stool, managing to straighten herself out. It seemed like Azita and Val wanted to go, but before she could blink, Azita was outta there. Aww. Well, her loss.
"Let's gooooo-" She started to say, but suddenly a girl in a flamboyantly furry outfit approached them. Wait, she'd seen her before, even talked to her. She remembered who she was after a bit of thought. "Hey youu! Yeah, super crazyyy." She laughed in an effervescent manner before gulping down more of her laced nectar. She really just wasn't going to take it in moderation tonight, was she.
Okay so they weren't dancing yet, she supposed. Pouting, she dismissed the idea and sat back onto her stool. Horror suddenly showed in her face when the red haired pimp-like guy approached them, making fun of Krys without a second thought. Sierra initially laughed at just how daring his jokes were, but knew deep down that he was probably hurting her feelings. "WAIT, WAIIT. Dogs have rights too! You should apologize!" Sierra pointed her glass accusingly at Syl, her tipsy-red face turned in a half amused, half pouting expression. She really wasn't sure what she was thinking. At all. Nope. "I thinkk yer bikini's reaaal nice." She raised her glass to that, then sipped again.
Outfit!
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Passion Pit - Let Your Love Grow Tall TAGS|| Sierra, Val, Krys, Syl, Halloween 2011 TALK|| XDDD WTF'S GOING ON
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Post by Amanda on Oct 23, 2011 19:04:09 GMT -5
Krys bristled immediately at Syl's attempts at humor, which, admittedly, seemed to be pretty funny to everyone but her. "Jolteon," she corrected him proudly, though she was not generally one for pride, "not a dog. I'm afraid, sir, that you have mistaken me for your own kind." All the while, her face was turning crimson with embarrassment. Never before had she truly been ashamed of what she was, and it was only made worse when Sierra stated dogs had rights too. This girl was supposed to be her friend, and surely was trying to stick up for her, but she only emphasized Syl's point by calling her a dog as well.
"I will not," she growled pointedly at Syl, "be meeting up with you at your place or anywhere to do anything. Quite frankly, you disgust me and I wouldn't care if you dropped dead" Immediately, Krys remembered the question on the ballot about wishing harm on others. This was undoubtedly a first for her, wanting someone to die. If it wasn't Syl, she decided, she herself would surely die of embarrassment. Public humiliation was a new feeling for Krys, but not one she wanted back again.
At least Sierra had made her feel better by supporting her costume. Really, since she didn't wear clothes, she didn't want to feel uncomfortable wearing something that would mess with her fur and create an uncomfortable feeling. Just the straps of the bikini were enough to deal with; she couldn't imagine what a whole outfit would feel like. [/size]
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Post by freeziepop on Oct 24, 2011 0:42:06 GMT -5
As Syl poured alcohol into his head, he became vaguely aware of the other people staring at him. One of them - a disgusting looking girl in an emolga outfit - screeched something about dogs having rights. He nearly spit out his drink in a newfound fit of laughter. "Oh I'm sorry darling, I'll apologize right away. BARK BARK ARF ARF FUCKING BARK. Is that better, or do we need to get you another drink to cool you off?" he purred, smooth as motherfucking silk.
Then he heard something else. The abomination was actually speaking to him in english. At first he thought it was the alcohol talking, his hazy brain not making the connection between what was so obviously a giant dog wearing a sparkling pink bikini and the fact that it was yelling at him. He cut Krys off with a fit of uproarious laughter. "OH MY GOD IT CAN TALK. THAT'S PRECIOUS! OH MY GOD I NEED ANOTHER DRINK!" he sputtered, throwing back another shot of vodka. Face was rosy and full, not his usual hollow pale stare that scared people. "Tell me something honey, did you go to school too? SCHOOL FOR DOGS? DO THEY EVEN HAVE SUCH A THING? HAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU A POKEMON TRAINER? ISN'T THAT LIKE, WEIRD? DOGS TRAINING POKEMON, WHAT NEXT. WHAT FUCKING NEXT!"
He couldn't help himself anymore. Syl doubled over in laughter, hat falling off his head as he clutched his knees for support.
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Post by Cammie on Oct 28, 2011 19:32:22 GMT -5
Val watched with a growing amusement at what was going on, it was clear that Sierra drunk. Val was half tempted to take the glass from the kid and when she took a sip, Val reached awkwardly for her cup. He drew his hand back for a second, why not let the kid enjoy this for a night? Val bit his leap, finally trying to take it. If he was able to get his hands on it, he would turn in his chair and face the bartender. "Ill refill you love." He would choke out those words over his shoulder. Then Val would face the bartender, handing him the cup. "Fill it with like.. flavored water, something so she wont tell the difference."
And if Sierra held onto the cup, well, then Val hoped she woke up with a hang over like no other. At least, one the kid could deal with. He sipped his drink again, letting his cares flow away as the words of the conversation flowed past his ears. Finally he stood up, patting out the pink fabric of his dress, pushing down the dress collar which was now starting to choke him slowly - and walked between the Pokemorph and the man. "Alright." His mind was clearly playing up the girl act. "Well, yes, it may be funny." It was most amusing, "Why dont you find something else to poke fun about." Wow. So helpful. "And Ill buy you both a drink!" His ears gave an awkward twitch. His attempts to help were poor and he was secretly hopping the drunk pimp before him would take his own ears and tail as part of his dress and wig.
Val rocked on his heels, before turning about and returning to his bar stool. Sipping from his cup with a long sigh.
Outfit; Click!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 28, 2011 23:40:55 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra swished the glass around in her hands, watching the colorful drink form into a temporary whirlpool. In her partially intoxicated state, it fascinated her like no other. But suddenly the cup was whisked out of her hand by none other than Val; "Noo," She moaned, reaching towards the cup that he'd stolen. Then she heard him say he'd refill it and perked up. "Ohh okaay. Thanks bro, yer the bestest." She wagged her finger at him in a knowing way, then accepted the new alcohol-less drink as it was handed to her. She didn't notice the slight change in its flavor.
She saw Krys' sad, embarrassed face and felt just a bit bad. Did she do something wrong? Well, if she did, she forgot already. Must've been the booze working on her. But any guilt she felt evaporated when Syl began hollering like a maniac again. "You're a MEANIEFACE. Why'reyoubeeingsuch a jerrrrll? Jus cause yer a pimp doesn't mean you c'n slap Krys arounnnd. Go play somme bingo where you beelong, you old fart." She growled, feeling obligated to protect her furry friend. Some people that had gathered around them went 'ooooh' at her dis, looking at Syl and Krys to see how they'd react.
Although she felt brave to stand up to the taller man, it was a reckless decision on her part. In her drunk state she wasn't going to make rational decisions, and her thin, feminine frame was not suited to take part in bar fights - if it led to that.
Outfit!
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| The Smashing Pumpkins - 1979 TAGS|| Sierra, Val, Krys, Syl, Halloween 2011 TALK|| <33
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Post by Amanda on Nov 2, 2011 15:09:50 GMT -5
Krys felt infinitely better, having people on her side that were helping her out--namely Sierra. Her drunken state was so amusing, she forgot about Syl and couldn't help but chuckle. Krys got flashbacks of being in a bar before this, somewhere that wasn't Cheyenne, but the land she came from, where she watched some of her older friends get drunk and do stupid shit. Krys couldn't name the people in the recollection, but it felt nostalgic all the same. Her hackles drooped back to where they usually lie, instead of upward in her embarrassed state, and she decided to herself that she would simply ignore Syl. There was nothing she could do to stop his raving, but why give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset?
Turning away from Syl, she faced her friend and smiled. "Sierra," she chuckled, trying to sound serious despite the hilarity of the girl's drunken state, "how have you been? I like your costume." Making herself at home among the group, Krys sat down and asked the bartender for something non-alcoholic, which turned out to be just water. Krys sipped it anyway, enjoying the simple taste.
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Post by freeziepop on Nov 12, 2011 15:14:08 GMT -5
Syl let out a yawn. This was all getting to be boring. Whirling around, he snatched someone's drink off the counter and poured it down his throat. "Well chucklefucks, it's been fun, but this kitty has some prowling to do. See, you're not the only freak around," he flashed Krys an award-winning grin before gathering his hat and cane and departing.
How anticlimactic.
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