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Post by nikki on Nov 23, 2006 3:26:26 GMT -5
Slowly, Zanna set out across the concrete, back in the general direction of the club she'd just come from. Letting out a long yawn, she pulled on the Underoath hoodie she'd previously held clutched under her arm, and she put her hands in the pockets. "What the--Antony, 'zat you?" she asked, sure her eyes were betraying her.
Closer approaching the figure leant against the post, she gasped. It was him. He'd said he wasn't having any more drinks. "Antony?" she asked, and sort of sang. "Are you dead?" she asked, hoping he'd answer. Or at least grunt or something. As was probably obvious, dealing with non-sober people wasn't her high point. [/size] |
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Post by Ant & Ash Conan on Nov 23, 2006 3:29:34 GMT -5
Antony flicked his hand in a wave and made a thumbs up. No he didn't trust himself to do anything at the moment, and the last thing he wanted was to be near another person. No no not good. He couldn't believe how stupid he was for drinking five in a half beers. He grunted once then squeezed his eyes shut. If you asked him, it was way to quiet out here. But then, no one was asking him were they?
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Post by nikki on Nov 23, 2006 3:38:23 GMT -5
"Aw. You had more beer, didn't you?" Zanna asked, a slight tone of disappointment in her voice. Damn it. SHe was going to make him feel bad now. That wasn't good. "Don't worry, you're not going to do anything, so just trust yourself. Leaning on a lightpost isn't going to help you. At least sit down or something."
So much for the Sierra Mist. [/size] |
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Post by Ant & Ash Conan on Nov 23, 2006 3:41:12 GMT -5
Antony sighed. "Don't waste your evening on me. Go do whatever it was you were doing I'll get myself home." He said standing up to his 5'8 posture and stuffing his hands in his pocket.
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Post by nikki on Nov 23, 2006 3:48:15 GMT -5
"I was going to get Sierra Mist, go back home, and drown myself in cheesy old James Bond movies. Not much of an exciting night. I'd rather spend it making sure you don't end up in a ditch," Zanna replied. What a dainty way to put it. But it was true. She didn't want to wake up and see a report on a dead, drunk kid found in an arroyo. [/size] |
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Post by Ant & Ash Conan on Nov 23, 2006 3:55:33 GMT -5
Antony did his best to smirk. "Well, go get your Sierra Mist, and then come back. I'll still be here."He said sliding down on the poll so he had to look up at her a bit. His words were getting slurred together. No he wasn't proud of himself, and this only proved, or he felt proved he was irresponsable and couldn't be trusted.
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Post by nikki on Nov 23, 2006 3:59:22 GMT -5
"Antony. Nn. I don't care that you're hungover, okay? I've been in the same position. Why do you think I don't drink anymore? Because I know if I do, I'll just have six more and end up passed out on the sidewalk outside. Sure, you should work on it, but don't be so ashamed," Zanna said, before departing to get her Sierra Mist. [/size] |
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Post by Ant & Ash Conan on Nov 23, 2006 4:05:27 GMT -5
Antony looked up at her feeling helpless now that he was getting a lecture from a what? Eighteen year old, nineteen year old? He sighed, she was right though. He stood up again and stumbled a bit as he grabbed onto the light post watching her walk away for her drink.
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Wild elephant children. Elegance at its best... "