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Post by Bumlets Russo on Sept 11, 2009 15:06:34 GMT -5
Bumlets didn't know WHAT happened with Brook but he was probably the only person that caught the death glare that Snoddy sent Blink and his brow lifted. "That's just wonderful," he muttered, deducing one of two things. A) Snoddy was turned down or B) Brook was turned down by their resident captain morgan and it had spiraled. But watching Blink he realized it had to be the former.
"Sorry," he said in Snoddy's direction. Because he did know Blink didn't mind if it was someone he didn't know but if things had finally come to a header with their cajun borough mate Blink wouldn't be so chipper. He took a drink from his wine glass and stared at it. He didn't like drinking, to much got said when you were drunk. Huh, he cast a glance at Blink and a thought crossed his mind, he glanced at Snoddy too. Well-- maybe this might be a good thing.
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Post by Skittery James on Sept 11, 2009 15:32:14 GMT -5
Skittery was a boozer and happily oblivious to any and all tension in the room, especially since Mush had brought in those cookies. He reached over and snatched a few from him shoving them into his mouth before just taking a drink out of one of the bottles.
"Best before meeting battle thing party ever."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Sept 11, 2009 15:54:15 GMT -5
Racetrack gave Specs a withering look and squinted to see the words written on the bottle. It wasn't all that far away from him, but he couldn't see them all too well. "Vino Nobile Montpulciano," he said sternly. "An' if ya can't pronounce it, ya can't drink it." He seized the bottle from Specs, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, and bit into the cork to try and get it out of the bottle.
Skittery nudged him. "What, what, whaddya want?" he said irritably. The cork wasn't coming out. And one thing Race needed right now was liquor.
Mush barged in suddenly. Race gave him a look before turning to the others. "Mush brought cookies..." he said in a deadpan tone. Now he really needed that wine...
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Post by Specs on Sept 11, 2009 16:20:05 GMT -5
"Nice spread, Drew..."
"God damn it, you and Bumlets!" Specs exclaimed. His name was Andrew and he had no idea why people kept insisting on calling him Drew. He uncorked a bottle of wine and chugged the contents. He was planning on keeping up with Skittery tonight. Last time that hadn't gone so well, but Specs was fairly sure he could do it. How hard could it be?
"Hey! Maybe 'roo-boy isn't gonna hound for the details, but I will! Does she still do that thing with her tongue?"
Specs was surprised that Blink...wait. No. No, he wasn't. Specs laughed and nodded. "Don't compare to what she can do with her hands, though..." He winked suggestively.
Mush came bearing cookies, and Specs greeted him loudly. "Hey, Mush! Ready to get wasted?" He pushed an empty glass across the tabletop in Mush's general direction. "Whassat? Choclolate chip? C'mere with those..."
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Post by David Jacobs on Sept 11, 2009 20:13:30 GMT -5
All David really needed to do to find his friends, was follow the noise. And the noise from Tibby's was flowing out the door and down the street which gave him as good a lead as ever where to find them. Pulling open the door to Tibby's he was greeted with a sight, his friends scattered all over the place, wine drunk straight from the bottle and glasses and sets of bleary eyes and robust laughter nearly everywhere he turned. It probably should worry him that he almost wouldn't have it any other way.
"You started without me then?"
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Post by dutchy on Sept 11, 2009 21:52:44 GMT -5
Dutchy spotted David from down the street, not having seen him in ages, followed him, deciding to say hello. He'd been out with Don't Ask in Yonkers the whole day and hadn't heard a thing about the party. Therefore he was met with rather a surprise wandering into Tibbys, seeing everyone there. He saw the wine out, mostly gone, and knew things were going to get interesting to say the least. He found a seat near Snoddy, ordered a Coke and decided to keep a clear head. Or try his best to anyhow.
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Post by mush on Sept 12, 2009 1:40:26 GMT -5
Mush picked up a few cookies and made his way over to Specs to trade items. "Here ya are good sir, a few cookies for the glass," he chuckled a little and waved. "Thanks for the party throwin' yeah? It was a brilliant idea!"
He headed over to the bottles of wine and just found one that was open quickly and poured himself a full glass of wine before following other boys over to a waitress. He'd need some real food too after all! Though the cookies may be free, they by far didn't count as real food, which is what he really wanted.
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Post by Skittery James on Sept 12, 2009 2:46:36 GMT -5
Skittery looked up and smirked, "Hey Davey.." He was going threw the bottles like it was happy hour, and to him it was. There was a happy place with Skittery drunkness. Between blisteringly happy and homicidal was the happy place where Skitts was about the nicest guy in the universe. Generally if you wanted something from him that was the time to ask.
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Post by Snoddy King on Sept 13, 2009 0:43:01 GMT -5
Returning to the table with a roast beef sandwich, Snoddy plopped into his chair again, letting the plate clatter on the table loudly. Taking a large, sloppy bite of his sandwich, he looked up, intending (subconsciously, of course) to fix Blink with another glare, but he caught Bumlets's eye instead.
"Sorry."
"For what?" Snoddy said with an indifferent shrug, brushing off Bumlets's condolences. Didn't matter. It didn't. It didn't, dammit. Fortunately, David's entrance provided a handy change of subject.
"Davy!" Snoddy greeted, lifting his glass in acknowledgment. "Where you been, boy? Seems like you been gone damn near forever!" He took a deep sip of his wine before reaching across the table to snag a couple of the cookies Mush had provided. Mm, chocolate...
Handily, right after David's arrival came Dutchy's, who sneaked in without announcing himself and took a seat next to Snoddy.
"Heya, Dutchy!" Snoddy said, setting down his glass and reaching for the pocket inside his vest. "Here, I finished that book." Slapping the book down on the table between Dutchy and himself, he announced, just a little too loudly, "You were so right, it was great! Especially that scene with the three African ladies with the whips!" Reaching across the table again, he grabbed another couple of cookies and handed them to Dutchy. "Here, man, you gotta try these cookies. They're amazing! Mush brought 'em!"
He took another bite of his sandwich before reaching for his wine glass again. Funny, he thought it had been a lot more full than that a second ago...
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Post by David Jacobs on Sept 13, 2009 9:01:35 GMT -5
David was trying hard to keep up with all the action, something of a feat when everyone around you was halfway to drunk and you hadn't even started yet. He shot a smile at Dutchy as he snuck in behind him and grabbed a few cookies from Mush because he hadn't eaten in awhile and cookies were better than most things anyway.
"Hey Skittery!" He called out when the other man greeted him and plopped down in a chair beside Snoddy, well actually he had to turn over a chair that got knocked down and set that next to Snoddy before turning to answer his question. "I've been here and there, trying to keep things under control, you know how it is." He shrugged and reached for a bottle of wine, pouring a glass and taking a tiny sip. He made a face, not exactly what he expected but somehow he'd manage, he had a feeling they all needed a little fun before the events of the next day.
"Anyone seen Jack?"
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Post by Kid Blink on Sept 13, 2009 23:12:55 GMT -5
"Best before meeting battle thing party ever."
"Here, here!" Blink cheered, raising his glass before downing it in a quick gulp. He reached for the bottle to fill it again, planning to carry on the discussion of the vintner's daughter, when David and Dutchy came rolling in.
"OPA!" he shouted by way of greeting--but he wasn't drunk enough to throw the traditional plate to the floor. Yet.
"Anyone seen Jack?"
"Nah, Jack been busy," he said with a laugh. "Never around anymore, think he's been spendin' most his time in Brooks. Ooh, cookies!" He lunged for the plate Mush had brought in, snatching a handful of cookies and scarfing them down just as quickly.
Across the table, Snoddy slammed a book on the tabletop, sliding it in Dutchy's direction. "Hey, whatcha been reading?" Blink asked, grabbing it before Dutchy could. "Venus in Furs?" he read from the spine, flipping it open. "Is this more of that Dutch sh--WHOA! Hey, guys, Dutchy's been hiding porn under his pillow! Check this out!" He reached past Racetrack (who would probably vomit in revulsion at the thought of sex) to hand the book to Specs.
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Post by mush on Sept 14, 2009 3:02:06 GMT -5
Mush's ears perked up as he heard his name. "They're good!" he called before placing his order, and telling the waitress she was the cutest little food server he'd ever laid eyes on. She blushed. Mush smiled.
He walked over in the middle of the porn conversation and hovered behind Specs. "What's this Dutch's got now?" he said eye brows wide, and a strange smile on his face, as though he was wondering... why this hadn't been shared before! "Lemme see!" he protested as he tried to get a good look at the Book.
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Post by dutchy on Sept 14, 2009 13:34:40 GMT -5
Cookies shoved into his hands, possibly for the entire purpose of stopping him of grabbing for the book, but that didn't stop him. That damn book he'd picked up entirely by accident, but did enjoy it, and foolishly thought anyone else might keep their mouth shut about it. Dutchy held the handful of cookies to his chest and reached a chocolate smeared hand for the book when Blink grabbed it right out of reach.
Dutchy's hand hung over the empty spot on the table, glasses near the tip of his nose, his ears burning a blistering red in embarrassment as Blink and Snoddy both decided to announce-- no, acting as a damn ye olde town crier --about what the book was about.
He wanted to correct him, it wasn't porn, it was erotic fiction and about more than just smut. But defending it would just cause even more embarrassment. Maybe the best solution was to keep his trap shut and let them fight for the book all they wanted. Dutchy tried no to appear as embarrassed as he felt. He dumped the cookie in front of him on the table, picking up just one and his Coke, shoving a cookie in his mouth to stop himself from saying anything and digging a deeper hole for himself. He took a swig of Coke and felt the cookie stick in his throat for a split second before he painfully swallowed the chunk down.
Death might be preferable...
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Sept 14, 2009 16:36:31 GMT -5
Bumlets just chuckled and leaned back watching them all scramble before he shook his head and handed Dutchy his cup of wine without a word. Reaching over he snagged some of Skittery's chips while he was distracted trying to get a look at the porn novel. All Bumlets could do was shake his head and pretend he had no idea what was doing on. It was just a book after all and hey-- "At least he's reading something other than the papers," was all he said before he ordered some water for himself.
With all the drinking around someone had to at least be mostly sober to make sure everyone managed to get home.
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Post by Skittery James on Sept 14, 2009 16:48:41 GMT -5
Skittery moved and grabbed at the book, he'd read it too. They were all perverts really, but that was boys for you. He was trying to get over Dutchy's shoulder. "Hey read some exerpts for Mush he didn't get to read it yet..." In public, Skitts was already a little bit drunk by that time and just ready to cut loose and have some fun before the end of days in his opinion. He didn't think he was coming back.
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