Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on May 24, 2010 10:51:47 GMT 1
Sephora pouted slightly when Silas made it clear none of her guesses had been right. Not that she couldn’t have guessed that for herself, but it was (more) frustrating all the same. Suspiciously following the shot glass’s approach, wondering if no matter how many times she saw something floating towards her through the air she would always be slightly unnerved.
Perking up at the idea of a competition – Seph liked competitions – she grinned confidently. “Fine, so long as you tell me when I’m getting closer.” Working under pressure was her forte so long as it didn’t involve life threatening situations. Besides, this was the best kind of contest – either she was going to win or wouldn’t remember losing.
Thinking more carefully on her answers now that it actually counted – sort of – she had to admit the list of mutually beneficial options was rather short. Well, the list that immediately came to mind.
…Still nothing. Well fuck this.
“I could buy some puppies for us to squish with cars,” she said sarcastically, already reaching for the glass. If her logical brain couldn’t think of the right answer, maybe her slightly-tipsy, or completely-wasted-drunk brain might be able to help out.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 26, 2010 9:02:45 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Silas gave a little smile at her request. Warn her when she was getting close, huh? “Sorry Seph, not that lucky. Defeats the purpose if you guess too quickly,” he replied cheerily, swilling the bottle.
The glass got his attention again. “Although, hey, I’m feeling charitable,” he added offhandedly, raising the vodka to his mouth and downing a few shots worth, uncaring that Seph was expected to share bottle. “That’s for your last few guesses, putting you three ahead.”
Yeah, charity, right. As if he really needed an excuse to attempt death by alcohol poisoning.
“Right. We good to start?”
He assumed the answer was a yes. Seph went quiet, mulling over her options and pulling a broody sort of expression. It was safe to guess from her silence that she wasn’t having any epiphanies. Silas was content to wait, leaning back comfortably and eyeing her glass of wine. Would she begrudge him if he decided to help himself? It wasn’t like she was going to finish it if she was doing shots too; letting it sit there was just unfair.
“I could buy some puppies for us to squish with cars,” Seph finally grumbled sardonically, shaking Silas out of pondering if he was able to steal her drink.
“Well that sounds unnecessarily cruel,” he protested, watching her reach for the liquor. “What did the car ever do to you? It last thing it needs is gore in the grill. That’s murder to get out.” He cut himself off before he had a chance to say anything else incriminating, wordlessly taking another mouthful from the bottle instead to stifle himself. “You didn’t hear that. Next guess!”
Her following attempts didn’t fare much better, but Silas was too entertained to care. The drunker Seph got the bolder and more ridiculous she seemed to become with her replies until the one customer near them got so fed up with the loud talking and intermittent laughter that he packed up and moved to another table.
Time was ticking and the vodka was draining fast (mostly Silas’s fault). It wasn’t until Sephora suggested something about luring aliens with crop circles to steal their spaceship that Silas glanced at the bar to notice that aside from them, the place was empty. The bartender was starting to go through the motions of closing up shop and gave them a pointed look.
“Damnit,” Silas muttered (okay, possibly slurred a bit) and frowned at the vodka as though it was its fault they were being kicked out. “Looks like we’re about to get evicted.” What time was it anyw—Okay, really fucking late o’clock. Since when did that happen? “Fuckin’ assholes need to stay open longer.”
He managed to get to his feet alright, baring a telltale sign of unsteadiness. “You okay to floo home, or do you need to be dropped off?” he asked, glancing around for a fireplace.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on May 28, 2010 10:13:30 GMT 1
Scoffing at the mention of cruelness coming from the man who was currently cruelly withholding his tasty blood, she downed the shot feeling the fiery liquid burn the back of her throat. “Cruel? Lets not get started on cruel.”
She threw a curious look at him for that last comment, but laughed it off. The alcohol might have been the cause for all this jolliness, but it also stopped her from demanding the full story behind it. Sounded delightfully gory.
Unfortunately, she was no further towards solving this little riddle several shots later, and Silas was giving nothing away. Guesses had become more wild and ridiculous, accompanied with somewhat uncontrollable giggles. Hey, it wasn’t her fault that this was so crazy it was funny. Everything about this was amusing, as well as frustrating at the same time. Wait that didn’t make any sense. Oh fuck it, no body cared anyway.
She barely noticed the gradual evacuation of the pub; it was probably from the late hour. What was the time anyway? Time to get a new watch, that’s what. Another fit of giggles that had her clutching at her sides. The world spun around her, and she shook her head to clear the dizziness. That didn’t help, only served to make her feel slightly nauseous. Well, even more nauseous. This laughter wasn’t helping either! No, it wasn’t funny.
The barman had the funniest look on his face; looked just like he’d been sucking on a lemon. Licking her lips and suppressing further giggles as best she could, something fluffy caught her attention. What she’d first thought was some piece of stray fabric was actually Silas’s hair. Haha, it was all shiny and fluffy. Sephora wondered what sort of conditioner he used – maybe she should ask. Damnit, she had the strongest temptation to shuffle around the table and bat at it to see if it would deflate. Focus Seph, focus.
“Hmm?” Silas’s voice had brought her now incredibly short attention span back to the situation at hand, not that she had much left to say that was half intelligent. She nodded animatedly, throwing a particularly venomous glare at the tired looking man standing at the counter. This sudden action brought on that feeling of nausea again along with the beginnings of what felt like a killer of a headache. Fuck.
“Dropped off?” That sounded unpleasant, and her stomach gave another uncomfortable lurch. “I don’t think so.”
She tried to stand, but her first attempt was unsuccessful – only resulting in her nearly falling over and having to grab the chair for support. Fuck, how drunk was she? Nah, it was probably just these heels – they were awfully high, balance was difficult. She’d like to see Si try and walk around in them – her efforts were practically superhuman. Ha, the idea of Silas in heels had her in another slightly more giddy fit of laughter.
Curtseying elaborately and blowing a slightly unbalanced kiss on one leg, she made to sashay off towards the fireplace, failing rather spectacularly by careering into a stray chair. What idiot had left that there? She could have broken her neck – so inconsiderate. It was a good thing she wasn’t too tall either, as she narrowly avoided cracking her head against the fireplace while ducking into it, mumbling something that sounded like the Three Broomsticks. Would she pay for this little venture tomorrow? Most definitely.
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