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interstellar55552016-02-18 08:01 pm
losingherhead) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-18 08:01 pm
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In Which Drinking Ensues
Who: Celty and Kido/Celty and YOU
What: Stress, drinking, stressed drinking
When: February 18, evening and night
Where: A local bar, Virgo HQ, and the ViP Suite
Warnings: Drinking, alcoholism, possible mention of death and car accidents
A | Local Bar
The neverending cycle of despair that was Celty’s life really seemed to be amping up in speed. What a fucking idiot she was. She told herself she wasn’t gonna get attached to people, keep things strictly business to move her way through the ranks and enjoy the splendors of fame and financial stability. And now here she was worrying about her band mates and friends and everyone else caught in this mess.
Today’s worrying of course leads to the bar. Not a place she would want someone as young as Kido being, even if she’s technically drinking legal. But she has to make sure she’s doing okay. Safe and as relatively sane. As sane as they can be in this mess.
B | Virgo HQ
There are no fucks to be given as Celty stumbles into the Virgo building. Some sense of sobriety keeps her from making an ass of herself in public. But once she’s back in Virgo all she can think about is that Blanche can eat a dick.
Which brings her to the exasperated security guard who can’t let her in until she gives him her pass.
“Liiisten, fuckface… You- you listen. You tell Blank. That he’s a loser, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“He doesn’t know shit, okay? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. And there’s alllll kinds of dicks that he can choke on.”
“Yes ma’am. Could you jus-”
“Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicks.”
C | Vandalism in Progress Suite
With that delightful display finished, she finally manages to collapse onto the couch, thinking about ways she could trash talk Nyla’s cats. Those cats are garbage. Who gives a shit about those fuckers? Probably a bunch of mutated singing cats. Maybe even aliens.
Shit she hopes they aren’t aliens. She couldn’t deal with that shit.
What: Stress, drinking, stressed drinking
When: February 18, evening and night
Where: A local bar, Virgo HQ, and the ViP Suite
Warnings: Drinking, alcoholism, possible mention of death and car accidents
A | Local Bar
The neverending cycle of despair that was Celty’s life really seemed to be amping up in speed. What a fucking idiot she was. She told herself she wasn’t gonna get attached to people, keep things strictly business to move her way through the ranks and enjoy the splendors of fame and financial stability. And now here she was worrying about her band mates and friends and everyone else caught in this mess.
Today’s worrying of course leads to the bar. Not a place she would want someone as young as Kido being, even if she’s technically drinking legal. But she has to make sure she’s doing okay. Safe and as relatively sane. As sane as they can be in this mess.
B | Virgo HQ
There are no fucks to be given as Celty stumbles into the Virgo building. Some sense of sobriety keeps her from making an ass of herself in public. But once she’s back in Virgo all she can think about is that Blanche can eat a dick.
Which brings her to the exasperated security guard who can’t let her in until she gives him her pass.
“Liiisten, fuckface… You- you listen. You tell Blank. That he’s a loser, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“He doesn’t know shit, okay? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. And there’s alllll kinds of dicks that he can choke on.”
“Yes ma’am. Could you jus-”
“Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicks.”
C | Vandalism in Progress Suite
With that delightful display finished, she finally manages to collapse onto the couch, thinking about ways she could trash talk Nyla’s cats. Those cats are garbage. Who gives a shit about those fuckers? Probably a bunch of mutated singing cats. Maybe even aliens.
Shit she hopes they aren’t aliens. She couldn’t deal with that shit.
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"More like a distant aunt." The kind with lots of cats.
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"Grandpa Blanche? And are the other bands our cousins?"
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"L-like the kind of grandpa who pits everyone against each other at reunions."
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"A-at least we don't have a crazy grandma to go with him!"
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To be fair, he thinks they both need it. They all need it. Where's Haru so he can share...?