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Post by CHEYENNE on Mar 13, 2012 19:45:08 GMT -5
( POT O' GOLD HUNT ) SET THE SCENE;; [/font] “Hear ye, hear ye, let it be known to the citizens of Cheyenne that on St. Patrick’s day we shall be holding a glorious event! Ever wonder what it’s like to find yourself your own pot o’ leprechaun gold? Well this year, you will be given the chance! As we’ve hired our very own leprechaun here at the Verona Pub to hide a pot o’ gold for all of you to try and find. The one who will find this pot o’ gold will win a glorious prize! What is the prize you ask? Well, you’ll have to win in order to find out! So come on in, drink some free beer, get drunk, and let’s begin this glorious pot o’ gold hunt. May the luck of the Irish be with you all!” And with that the short stout man dressed up in a green clad suit with a top hat and a four leaf clover stepped off of the barrel that he was standing on so that he could open the doors to the pub, letting the people enter in the pub where they can enjoy free beer, get drunk and try every so hard to be the winner of the pot o’ gold.
Inside of the Pub there were many decorations from four leaf clovers, to green garland and beads covering the place. There were loads of wooden kegs and boxes throughout the place, all of the tables had been moved out just for this event, so that it seemed more like a maze of a place. And of course, right at the bar itself there were bartenders lined up, ready to hand out beer to anyone and everyone, they were checking ID’s this time. NOTES;;[/font] Anyone and everyone can participate, but please only one character per person, so make sure you choose wisely! And we want every character to be drunk, makes it much more fun and interesting this way! Make sure to interact with others, if you don’t well don’t expect to be picked as the winner. Also, underage drinking is allowed at this event. The Mods and Admins will choose the must hilarious posts (you got to post more than one time folks) and from them we’ll choose our winner! This will be open until the end of March.
[/blockquote] thank you mods, for setting this up!
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 17, 2012 21:13:10 GMT -5
renae had decided many things today. the first thing was that st. patrick - whoever the hell he was - was a super awesome guy. the second thing was this bloke sitting next to him drinking pina coladas was also a super awesome guy. and the third thing, but likely not the last , that he had decided, was that he didn't like the taste of guinness. it was like drinking cold, congealed coffee that someone found at the bottom of a coffee tin left in the sink with all the dishwater for a week. not that he was complaining. "bleargh," he said, sticking out his tongue all the way and waggling it a bit, giggling at it as he could just see it appear beneath his nose. it looked funny. "i'lf hab anoffer one," he said, tongue still out, then laughed hysterically at himself. "i said, i'll have another one," he mentioned to the bartender in a stage whisper, just in case she hadn't been able to infer it in the first place. really he was looking out for her interests: it wouldn't do if people thought she couldn't understand her customers? if anything, this next beer should be free. after all he did for her.
he slid back from the bar with guinness in hand, half of the black liquid slopping onto the floor as he did so. it was a combination of this and renae's insatiable appetite for liquids in his endless stomach that littered the table with empty glasses. not just of guinness, though he came back to those regularly, in the spirit of the day: shot glasses, tumblers with ice still floating in the bottom, tall glasses with umbrellas and curly straws. he liked those the best, and the drinks were always more colourful! but the more colourful, the less alcoholic, so down went what was left of the slopped-out guinness. "bleargh," he replied, to nobody in particular. picking up an umbrella from a glass, he slid it behind his ear and twirled another one in his fingers like a lady on the promenade. "i do like to be beside the seeeeasiiiiide," he sang, actually reasonably in tune, which boded well for the night's karaoke contest. if anything, he could win on the mere fact that he was more in tune when ridiculously drunk than when sober. with another sip, he toasted the ceiling and slid the other umbrella to sit sideways in his ear. "tiddly-om-pom-pom."
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Post by Taz on Mar 17, 2012 21:15:33 GMT -5
Huh? What had happened? Seconds ago she had decided to come into the pub to cool off because it was so hot outside and how she didn't remember what she had done once she got in. Wait. Had it even been seconds? She was so confused. And wait where was Sammy? She looked down. Oops. She was sitting on him. She stood up from the bar stool and looked down at the poor squished grass type Pokemon. "Shhhoooo shorry bud." She laughed. She sounded funny.
She got up and started stumbling around. Seriously what had happened to her? She barely remembered coming in here. She lost balance and put a hand on a table to steady herself. Her hand fell upon a crumpled piece of paper. Curiously, she picked it up and read it. Oh! A pot of gold! It was her lucky day. She shoved the piece of paper in Sammy's face. "LOOK SHAMMY. WE CAHN WIN GOHLD." Sammy frowned and looked away. He knew he would end up cleaning up her drunken mess today.
Curiously, Wynn started searching around the pub. She lifted the tables and looked underneath, sometimes stealing the old, pastel colored gum that live there and popping it into her mouth. She was running across the pub when she stumbled and fell right into the lap of some guy. She sat there and grinned up at him. "Heyyyyy. Are you a leprechaun? Do yoush have a pot of gold fohr me?" She grinned at the guy whoever it was and put a playful arm around him.
((HINT HINT MAGNUS OR RENAE IS THE GUY.))
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Post by lion on Mar 17, 2012 21:28:41 GMT -5
Blake slumped over the bar, a beer in one hand. He was on his... third beer? He was pretty sure it was the third. But then again, what would he know?! He was drunk!
He suddenly started laughing hysterically at his own thoughts, banging his fist on the table. "I'm drunk! Gahahaha! I'm drunk, right!" he shouted to no one in particular. It seemed this was how Blake reacted to alcohol.
He leaned back in his chair, grinning broadly. For some reason he felt great! Somewhere in the pub, he heard someone say something about a leprechaun. He immediately swung around and bounced toward the sound. A girl with reddish-brown hair(or that's how it looked) had put her arm around some guy and was asking if he was a leprechaun. "Ah, didjou say leprechaun?" he asked, his voice slurred. Hehe, he sounded weird.
"Leprechauns have gold, right? Yeah, dey do!" he bobbed his head proiudly as though he had made an amazing discovery. "I say we look for deh gold!" He pumped a fist in the air, grinning stupidly at the man and woman.
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Post by ASKR ! on Mar 17, 2012 21:34:51 GMT -5
This was, Magnus realized as he sipped on his delicious, delicious cranberry-infused vodka, the first time he'd ever been out drinking. Sure, he'd had a few sips of wine with his parents over dinner, and even stolen a beer once when he was alone for the weekend... but he'd never had enough to elicit any sort of effect. He supposed, however, that if there was ever a day to lose one's alcohol virginity, St. Patrick's day was the perfect day.
The first thing he noticed, about two drinks in, was that he felt very very warm. A light flush bloomed on his cheeks and crept slowly but surely across his face and down his neck; his tolerance for the substance was quite low. The second thing he noticed was that he was exceptionally eager to talk to everyone. Finally overcome by this urge, he stood and walked (mostly balanced) to the nearest person -- a young man seated at the bar, singing and playing with one of those cute paper-umbrella-things. Magnus toppled into the seat next to him, blindingly stupid grin plastered across his face.
"My ears are so hot. I think they're sweating," he "whispered" to the man, voice still far too loud for the gesture of secrecy he was attempting. "Is that normal? Do you think I'm allerg- OH HI-"
A red-haired girl had quite randomly spilled into his lap, slinging an arm around his shoulders and grinning up at him. He hoped he didn't get a boner. That would be awkward. "I'm sorry- ... Wynn? Hi! WYNN, I HAVE NEVER BEEN DRUNK BEFORE," he boasted, then leaned to put an arm around his new friend as Wynn had him. "And this is my best friend. ..,"
He paused and scowled, thoroughly confused, then turned and blinked at Renae. "Um. What's your name?"
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 17, 2012 21:52:42 GMT -5
things were happening too quickly for a thoroughly confused renae. there was a redhead over there - and his beer was suddenly on the floor, how sad - and there was music too loud - and this guy's ears were sweating. "are they okay? my beer is on the floor," he said, matter-of-factly. his natural helpful side came into full swing: bringing up a hand with a cube of ice from one of his many tumblers to hold it against the kid's ear, hopefully cooling off his hot, sweaty ears. because there wasn't a thing that excited renae more than sweaty ears. and now there was another person, and another! and they were talking about gold! this could get exciting, renae liked gold. it was so shiny and beautiful. "wynn! wynn!" renae said too, hoping to not feel left out. "wynn!" were they winning a prize? winning the gold hunt! ah, that had to be it. putting out both hands and crossing them over each other so he could shake the girl and the boy's hand equally, he said, "i'm renae. it's not a girl's name it's a perfectly fine boy's name, my mother said so," he began, then grabbed their hands and shook them both violently. "and this is my best friend super cute guy, and his friend redhead, who are going to win the pot of gold hunt with me." he added, for good measure, "wynn!" and slid out of his chair to stand at his impressive six foot two inches. he waved them on, egging them to follow him. there was gold here, and they were going to find it. they were like treasure hunters, raiders of the lost ark, cute crusaders, dread pirate lords and stuff. he stuck one arm through the boy's elbow and the other out into the air with a fistpump. onward, to victory!
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Post by Taz on Mar 17, 2012 22:18:15 GMT -5
Huh? What was going on again? Oh yeah! Pot of gold. Leprechauns. All that fun stuff. Hey! She knew the guy she was sitting on. It was Magnus! She waved at him with her free hand. "MANGUSH. I'm having sho much funz!" She leaned against him and laughed. Oh hey! What was that fine looking drink that a waiter was walking by with? It may have belonged to someone else but Wynn didn't care. She licked her lips and reached up to grab the tasty beer off of the tray. As she popped it open and started drinking, she felt something warm and firm beneath her bottom. She pondered what this could mean for a moment before remembering anatomy class. Her cheeks flushed and she giggled. "Um...Magnush....it seems you...hee hee...have a boner." She thought she whispered it to him but it was actually very loud. Her attention immediately turned to Renae and she gave him her new drink after taking a sip. "Here letsh share!" She also gave him a kiss on the cheek and blushed. "Happy leperachon day!" She blinked and looked around after hearing her name several times. This was so confusing. "Alsho that's my name you keep shoutin. And let's go find dah gold!" she said while still firmly on Magnus's lap. This could get awkward for him if he didn't control himself. Sammy couldn't handle this. He grabbed his Pokeball from Wynn's belt and pressed the button, letting himself inside. He didn't want to see any more of this.
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Post by ASKR ! on Mar 17, 2012 22:59:04 GMT -5
Smiling appreciatively as his newly-met best friend shoved a piece of ice into his ear, Magnus peered blearily at the people around him clamoring for gold. Gold? He was just here for a drink, he knew nothing about this gold hunt. "Oh um, I suppose that could be fun. And Renae is a pretty name. My name is M- ... Magnus." He giggled in a decidedly unmanly manner and took another sip of his drink, shaking Renae's hand with his free hand.
"Um...Magnush....it seems you...hee hee...have a boner." With a blush that was caused be things entirely unrelated to alcohol, Magnus shifted awkwardly and thought intently of his grandmother. All that saggy skin -- He scowled up at Wynn and shook his head in protest. "I do n- ... Well - Some would say that makes me sensitive. Which is a plus-" Blushing yet harder, ears now tinged scarlet, he half-stood in an attempt to tip Wynn off his lap. "The, um, the gold-"
He stared at his glass for a long moment, then choked on the laughter from a joke that he had yet to tell. Grinning at his two friends like the moron he was, he half-shouted over the din of the pub: "Here, I'll look for the gold in the bottom of my glass." He tipped the drink back into his mouth and drained the glass, slamming it down on the table with yet more laughter. That was very clever, if he did say. "Nope, not there. Let's go- Woah, you're really tall."
Magnus took a wobbly step backwards and peered up at Renae and his moose-like build, turning to whisper to Wynn that "He looks like a baby moose". Reaching out a hand to press against Renae's chest as though making sure he was real, Magnus once more broke into a fit of squeaking giggles as he wandered out on to the open floor of the pub.
"Okay, where should we- hic- where should we look?"
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 17, 2012 23:22:07 GMT -5
oh, so it was her name they were yelling. well, whatever, they were going to win the prize with wynn or without wynn. preferably with wynn, she was funny. he accepted the drink without hesitation, but the kiss drew a visible blush to his cheeks. to hide it, he downed whatever was left of wynn's drink, not minding what it tasted like. "it's not a pretty name, it's a manly name!" he said, probably too loudly, but he didn't mind at all. "magnus is a manly name too. we're both super manly men." to prove it, renae flexed his biceps, then frowned as nothing happened. using his fingers to push up the skin there, he invented biceps for himself, feeling mighty pleased with this occurrence. he was super manly. then he looked at wynn and frowned again, understanding that she might feel left out. "and you're super manly too, wynn!" there, that was better, and he smiled, knowing that now everybody was in a cool group together and nobody was alone.
as magnus poked his stomach, renae giggled girlishly and pouted. "hey, stop that, that tickles! i'm not a baby moooooose!" he whined. but it was true, he was really tall. he got that from his dad, apparently: though he had never met the guy, his mum always told him that his dad was this superbly tall basketballer from kanto. he nodded in agreement to wynn, hooking arms with her on the left and magnus on the right, making a kind of six-legged three-headed stumbling creature on a quest for the gold. "well," said renae, anointing himself as captain of the crusading trio, "you look that way," he said to wynn, nodding to the left, "and you look that way," he told magnus, nodding to the right, "and i'll look this way," he said, blinking forwards. and if anything was on the ceiling, he could reach it, because he was a baby moose, and baby moose could do anything.
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Post by Taz on Mar 18, 2012 0:09:59 GMT -5
Wynn was confused. What was going on again? RIGHT. The pot of gold. She kept forgetting about that. There were so many interesting things to do like flirt with boys. Suddenly the boys around here were all so attractive to her. If she had any sanity or logic left in her mind she would be saying that it was because she was wasted also known as shit faced. But she had no idea she was drunk so she just went with it.
The redhead pressed herself against Magnus's chest and just hugged him. "You're so nice and warm di-" And then just like that the warm went away and she fell on the ground, her head landing against the back of Magnus's leg. "OWWW." she said and just sat there with her head on his leg. It was actually very comfortable and all this excitement was making her sleepy. She yawned and was feeling kind of out of it until Renae grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. "Woah okay I can be manly but I am totally a girl." She shoved her breasts into Renae's face. "SEE? Girl."
Then she promptly tried to do a little ballet twirl but since she was still holding onto Renae's hand, all that managed to happen is that she spun herself right into him. Her free arm was pinned to her side. "Okay maybe that wasn't right. Help me. You said you're a baby moose and you can do anything. Even though you don't look like a moose I need your superpowers cause I'm STUCK." She started off at a normal volume but then got increasingly louder and more hysterical until she was almost shouting at him. Wynn seemed to be a very tempermental drunk.
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Post by ASKR ! on Mar 18, 2012 1:22:58 GMT -5
"I'm a mannnnly man," Magnus exclaimed to the bar as he was wrangled into a half-embrace by the baby moose. "And Wynn is manly, but also has boobs." He pointed at her chest as though to illustrate his point, then broke into another fit of laughter, burying his face into Renae's shoulder. Wynn spun around and got herself tangled up against the moose, and Magnus worked to free himself from Renae's arm as well. "Oh oh I can help, and I need to get another drink for our search I think -- here, just-"
He ducked free and turned to grasp Wynn's shoulders, but tripped over one of Renae's moose-sized feet and toppled sideways past the redhead. He reached out too late to try and catch himself and faceplanted on the bar floor, reaching out feebly with one hand to clutch at Wynn's ankle. "Guys. Guys. Help, I've fallen and I can't get up."
More laughter, muffled by the floor that he was so intimately getting to know.
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 18, 2012 3:27:52 GMT -5
breasts. breasts everywhere. not that renae was complaining, but he was practically suffocating in cleavage over here. he wasn't the type to swing his extremities in people's faces and he was pretty sure other people shouldn't do that kind of thing either. it was assault, definitely. sexy, sexy assault. "okay, okay, i believe you!" he said emphatically, reaching up and pushing the offending objects away with both hands, not even caring that he was practically groping the girl. well, she put them there in the first place, she knew the risks. laughing along with magnus as the other buried his face in his shoulder, renae tried to extricate wynn from being tangled in his arms. laughing all the way and quite losing his breath as he talked and chuckled and twisted around, as if the pair were doing some weird dance, renae finally got her free just as magnus also pulled free, meaning that clearly both did not want to skip arm in arm around the bar. it meant things were getting serious, clearly. they all wanted to win this prize. maybe the prize was real gold, in which case they could all spend it on more drinks or more pokemon or more food, all of which were acceptable to renae. noticing magnus just as he started falling, renae flailed his arms like a windmill but failed to catch his newfound friend, instead seeing him land with a thud onto the floor. "call the ambulance!" renae cried with vigour. "wee-oo, wee-oo." making brrm brrrm vrroom noises like a car, he mimed excellently as he swerved towards magnus and wound down the window, yelling out, "hop in!" and offering his back for a piggyback ride. if his best friend couldn't get up, that didn't mean that the adventure was over. oh, no, it was only just beginning!
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Post by Taz on Mar 18, 2012 14:10:41 GMT -5
In hindsight it was probably a bad idea to start shoving her boobs in people's faces. They might get the wrong idea about her. She was not a slut or anything she just wanted them to know she was a girllll. And girls had boobs. Not boys. That would be hilarious. Still when Renae grabbed her boobs to shove them back out of his face she couldn't help but flush. That had never happened before. Someone touching her there. "Um....ummmmmm...hi!"
She giggled. And then the giggling wouldn't stop. It turned into booming laughter. She just couldn't stop laughing. When Magnus grabbed onto her ankle like that she promptly fell over onto the ground. She seemed to be spending a lot of time on the ground today. It was not very comfortable. There was sticky stuff in her hair now. She rolled over and grinned at Magnus. "He'sh the amboolanshe so I guessh that mahkes me the nurse." she said and winked at him.
Then realizing that she was still on the floor, she started giggling again and went to push herself up. It took a few tries of standing and falling until she was finally right on her feet. "Standing is hard."
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Post by ASKR ! on Mar 18, 2012 16:24:22 GMT -5
Ambulance!Renae wailed like a siren and bent to help him -- and somehow Wynn had fallen over, too, this was not conducive to finding gold at all, they probably just looked like a bunch of drunken idiots -- and Magnus staggered to his feet and draped himself across the moose's back. He wrapped his arms (loosely) around Renae's neck, shaking his head as he did so to rid his gaze of his pesky, unkempt hair. "Tally ho! Giddyup, good sir-- Aha, ReNEIGH. Wait. What sound do mooses make?"
Deep in contemplation, Magnus was staring intently at the back of Renae's head as he worked out his puzzle when the pokeball at his hip twitched and burst open, spilling a very excited Tetro onto the pub floor. The Lickitung stood and promptly licked everyone present in greeting, waving his stubby arms and wagging his stubby tail. Upon seeing his trainer get a piggyback, he became extremely jealous and stared up at Wynn with wide, pleading eyes. "Lickilicki?" He paired the question with a broad smile and held out his arms like a child, waiting to be picked up and carried despite his massive weight.
Magnus, meanwhile, didn't seem to notice Tetro's escape at all, and instead was (still) rather intently examining the back of Renae's head. "What kind of- What kind of shampoo do you use," he asked, the question having bubbled to the top of his mind and straight out his mouth before he had the chance to realize it was sort of a weird thing to ask.
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 18, 2012 16:41:02 GMT -5
he was still making silly car noises and vrooming around when wynn fell over too. it seemed that renae - usually the one to get his feet all tangled together and trip over them - was the last one to remain standing. it was up to him to rescue his new friends! "wee-oo, wee-oo," he cried, his entire face screaming, 'i'll save you!' he was heroic, he was dashing, he was daring, he was tripping. tripping, oh no! it took his brain a little time to realise that seeing the earth from a strange angle was not the way things should be. righting himself quickly, he managed to stay upright. wow, alcohol was doing wonders for his balance, maybe he should do this more often, he might fall over less. his mother always said he was going to have scratches along his body for the rest of his life if he didn't stop falling over, and girls didn't go for that; but clearly, he'd already gotten further with a girl tonight than he had by age sixteen, so alcohol was the best. "standing is hard," he agreed solemnly, using one arm to pull wynn up off the floor and out of a puddle of something beer-coloured, which was sticking her hair to her face. meanwhile, arms snaked around to grab a loose hold of his neck and collarbones, and renae giggled. "moose don't go like that," he said, pushing his hands around his back to give magnus a leg - or rather, a butt - up onto his back. he did a weird body shift to pull the guy - who probably weighed as much as him, even though he was shorter, considering renae was a sack of hollow bones and underworked muscles - up onto his back, where he rested comfortably enough. "one, two, three, up! they go like this," he said, seriously, trying to educate them all on what a moose sounded like. a mixture between a groan, a grunt and a moan later, and renae was galloping around the pub, pointing out things with all his different moose noises. if there were any lady moose in the area, they would sure be impressed. not bad, for a baby moose.
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Post by Taz on Mar 18, 2012 20:12:27 GMT -5
Well at least she was reassured that she wasn't the only one who thought standing was hard. Come on. It was hard even when she wasn't drunk. Wait. She was drunk? That must have been what happened. In celebration of remembering what happened for her to be in this state, she got another drink from the waitress lady and started guzzling it.
Halfway through she realized she had lost the boys to some sort of moose gallivanting thing across the pub. "If I wash a female moosh I'd tap dat." she said nodding and looked down. Poor sad Tetro had been left behind by Magnus. With all the enthusiasm in the world she could possibly muster, she licked the little guy up and put him on her back. "Piggy back ridesh for everyone!!!!" she said and ran around in circles until she managed to find Renae and Magnus again. The pink blob on her head settled in and started eating nuts out of a bowl near Wynn's elbow.
Wynn threw her arms up and gave a large woop. "I jusht remembered that I'm drunk! I'm drunk I'm drunk!" she said in a sing song voice and laughed. "Now let'sh go look for that pot of gold!"
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Post by ASKR ! on Mar 18, 2012 20:30:35 GMT -5
Sprawled across Renae's back as a dead-weight, Magnus soon found himself being carried around the bar in a gallop -- which, to no one's surprise, set him off laughing again. "That's - That's a very good moose call," he complimented between breaths of laughter, "Let me try let me try." Screwing up his face into a determined expression of concentration, Magnus scowled off into the distance for a second before bellowing out his own "moose call". "Nnnnnarrhghhhhhhhmmnnnn!"
More laughter, and he began to slip from his perch on Renae's back. "Oh no! Renae, grab my butt again. ... No homo." He peered back over at Wynn with bleary eyes, grinning. "Don't let him eat too much he's fattttttt. Nyeh. And will you bring me a drink, I think I need another drink. I think we all need another drink." He plastered his face against the back of Renae's neck in a lame attempt to contain his laughter, then quite suddenly scowled and turned a grave eye to the pub. (And Tetro continued eating. And drinking. Someone should probably remove the alcohol from his general vicinity. A drunk lickitung is never a good thing.)
"Okay. The gold. If I was- ... A leprechaun, I would put it somewhere safe. We should look um. How about behind the bar?" And he wasn't just suggesting that so he could get another drink, no. That would be ridiculous and selfish of him. Attempting to crawl back up Renae's back, he tapped at the taller boy's legs with his feet. "Giddyup!"
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 19, 2012 3:21:55 GMT -5
oh, well, now it was a competition. wynn had pulled the lickitung onto her back and now they were all galloping through the place making all kinds of strange noises. on any kind of other day, they would have been out on their butts on the street long ago. but it was st. patrick's day - or at least it was last time he checked; it could have changed, he really had not been paying attention to the time - so that meant everyone got a little leeway when being a ridiculous drunkard. renae upped his game, galloping faster and jogging magnus up and down on his back, copying his moose noises. "hhhnnnnneeeeerggghh," he honked, laughing afterwards and almost tripping over. had it been just him, he would have let gravity have its wicked way with him, but with his new best friend on his back, he had interests to protect, and dodged puddles and skipped through dizzy spells to come out at the bar still standing. quite a feat. wynn joined them seconds later, and the four of them stood - well, two - and panted. exercise was definitely not one of renae's favourite things.
"we can't look behind the bar!" renae whispered frantically, in response to magnus' idea. "that's..." he looked around, making sure nobody could hear his stage whisper, "illegal!" he was pretty sure it was, anyway. he pushed magnus' butt back up onto his shoulders, grinning. "wynn, wynn, wynn, wynn, wynn," he said, before shaking his head to rid it of the apparent infinite loop he had fallen into. "wynn, bring that lickitung, we haven't looked over there." his hands were busy holding magnus' not-so-dainty form up, so he tried to point with his eyes, his nose, and then his lips. his lips seemed to work well, looking like a ducklett under stress. trotting away from the bar, after bowing down his head to nibble some peanuts from a bowl on the bar, he let out one more moose bellow before moving towards a further corner of the bar. he wasn't about to get arrested for going behind the bar. that was just ... a thing you didn't do. ever. instead, they were going to look in the dark, sticky corner over there, frequented by what looked like a bunch of koffing and weezing and a grimer half-squished under a chair. great. just great.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 19, 2012 9:58:58 GMT -5
"Ayyyyyyyeee...I don't...no, I don't want to sing." Susumu had the letter to the karaoke event in his hand as he continued to drown himself down in the merry liquor the bar provided. He couldn't remember who was even paying for his crap anymore, finding himself too absorbed in the moment as the liquid settled inside of his body. How many times had he gotten drunk this year? It felt like it was a couple of times a month, really hitting him hard like a G-6 as tolerance refused to build up in his body. He hardly practiced the delicate art of drinking, but today he decided that he was going to need a few drinks to motivate himself to actually sing in front of a crowd. A drunken crowd, that is. Everyone was going to be out of it today, and he wanted to feel involved and play along.
He was relaxing on the pub stool with a drink in his hand, listening in on the short stout man as he made his speech. It was an interesting one...something about midgets and wealth? Those god damn midgets always stole the bitches and gold, shit was so cash. The bar was so green that it was blinding him with the variety of colors, and he wasn't even Irish. It was probably why his body was weak to alcohol, hardly having the genetics to carry him through this intense drinking session. The bar tender gave him a few nervous glances his way, as if she was concerned that he was going to become rowdy like the rest of them. He didn't know how to take it and awkwardly smiled back at her, thinking maybe Anna wanted to start a conversation. Nope, she ditched him to tend to someone else. "Forever alooooone." He groaned, downing another drink in mock self-pity for himself. It was then that he saw a couple of guys riding around the place like they were playing chicken with someone. "AY!" He shouted at them, waving his glass as if it made what he was saying more dramatic.
"You only....only..." He lost his train of thought, starting to slur as the thoughts slowly came back to him. "Only play chicken when in the pool." Susumu snorted at them for being foolish, shaking his head at them as if they should know better. "Poo's closssed." He added, quickly trying to cover up his smirk as he raised his glass to his mouth. Mmm, alcohol. Actually wait, this tasted terrible. He coughed and nearly spit it out as he started laughing at everything going on in the room, finding it funny as hell.
ooc: CRAZY TRAIN. CHUGA CHUGA.
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Post by Steve on Mar 22, 2012 21:55:52 GMT -5
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Seizel heard there was an event going on near the pub, and he had to read over the rules again for a minute or two. Wearing a normal uniform today, but he was missing his normal overcoat, so he had on a regular white shirt. Still wearing his dress shoes, and his impressive blue jeans that seemed to look like they were original. Obviously he had gone shopping to appear normal for a change, and soon he had a leather jacket covering his upper half. It was leather in nature, and looked rather cheap considering he was at a bar where drinks could easily be spilt on it. Well, now he had no other reason to just let his inhibitions go, because he needed to at least make an effort to find the pot o' gold at the end of the rainbow. That was what he was told when he entered the pub, and found himself floundering up towards the bar again. What was this? He had found the bottom of a bottle on the floor to be rather intriguing as he stared at it.
Finally, Seizel had a plan as he tried to reach his finger into the bottle's tiny hole, when suddenly another bottle was smashed over his head in light of trying to stop him from fingering the hole. What a sexual connotation and it was so dirty, Seizel laughed hard at that as he thought it, merely unaffected by the bottle. Normally, a human would have passed out from that, but he was SEIZELIO, MASTER OF INVINCIBILITY, yes, that was it. In his mind, he was god, and these were his denizens to rain over. Needless to say, the bottles on the floor around him were the many he had taken from random strangers after convincing him he was new in town. Soon after they realized he was just scamming them for more free drinks, but it was even funnier cause he already got free drinks as is. The floor was spinning, but he was loving the waves, "DUUUUUDE, MAN YOU SHSSSSSHOULD SEE THHEEESE WWAAAVES...IT'SH LIKE WE'RE ON A BEEEASH..WHERE ARSH ALL THE BISHES ASH?" he said, trying to get up as he stumbled forwards into the bar again.
Tearing his eyes away from the fumbling idiots nearby, but he wasn't doing any better until his eyes fell on a lone figure for a moment. Blinking a few times, and then he instantly sauntered over as if he was trying to act all cool. Burly arms hulked up and then he did a cool little walk trying to make his shoulders thrust forwards each time he moved. Suddenly he tripped over his own feet as his own feet started to cave inwards, and Shamu was his intended target. "HEEEEEEEEYYY-WHOOOAAAAAAA, LOOK OUT!" he said, and Seizel then did the worst thing ever...using his hand to try holding himself up as he fell, making his face fall flat into the ground. Welp, that was embarassing, "HEY, I FOUND THE POT OF GOLD.." he said rather loudly and suddenly stood up with a shiny penny in his eye. As it fell out he let out an audible sigh. Turning his attention back to Shamu, he quickly just pounced on him with his arm around him suddenly. "Hey! I'm Sheizel, what'ssssh your name?" he asked, and hiccupping so much it was ridiculous that he was even able to talk even coherently.
A person beside him had ordered a rum and coke, soon as it came, Seizel grabbed it quickly, then literally dumped it down his throat. "WHEWIE!" he said, hoping his new buddy wasn't offended by this sudden contact.
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