Bam Prescot
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"I was really drunk, yeah... and I think I still am. A little bit."
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Post by Bam Prescot on Mar 11, 2005 2:13:00 GMT -5
The dark haired Med student took another drink. Though he smirked with the interactions between Carly and Ty. “Oh yeah. I’m sure she’d love to hear me singing my little chant.” A chuckle escaped his lips while hand swirled the bottle before finishing it off. But he knew better. More to the point he knew Ty. Knew the drugs, the sex, the cockyness that came when he was drunk. It was the same cockyness that came to him now. Running a hand into his mess of dark hair he stretched.
Eyes only rolled when his roommate jibbed back about his own, male belongings. He knew himself of course so commented back. “Not about the size, only how you use it.” Reaching into the center of the table to pull up a shot. Before Gillian and Perin started chatting back and forth between each other. Slipping into slang and phrases that weren’t local to California. But his Prescot grin grew. “Ok, that’s just hot. Now we just need Lex and her Cajun. A southern belle, and a Brit. I’d be in accent heaven.”<br> There was a short period of time when Ty had gone to relive himself of all he’d had to drink. Only to come back and have more. As well as start his little game. Games, Bam didn’t mind. But sometimes his friend going after any girl that flashes him a smile, got to him. It was like systematically lowering his chances with women. But, Barthalamew Morgan Prescot, had become a comfortable liar. Especially to himself…<br>
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Perin O'Trehy
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A pill to make her numb, one to make her dumb, one to be anyone else, but none will save her today.
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Post by Perin O'Trehy on Mar 12, 2005 23:44:46 GMT -5
For some reason, Perin had no want to stay inside, for some time she had been getting hotter and hotter. Perhaps it was the Jack Daniels she had been swollowing hard. However, no matter how hard she tried, her eyes continued to divert themselves right back to Bam Prescot.
Sometimes she sighed, wondering where Lexi went, although it didn't bother her any, seeing as she was able to take random moments to stare at Bam.
Desperate eejit I have over me shoulder, who's stocious an' sleeveen... while theres a male ov' there tha I'd kill to be 'is mot an' get 'im in da scratcher... Why won' this eejit go hump off? her last part of that thought, her eyes zoomed towards Ty with narrowed orbs. Standing slowly she narrowed her eyes, "well t's a gorgeous craic... but... It seems fer me I need a stroll in a park..." her eyes glanced around a bit.
Smirking slightly she turned from Ty, who seemed to be expecting her to ask him to go, and smiled to Bam. "Would ye care ta join me?" Her hand was offered out to him, a small smile in her eyes as she looked from behind her blonde locks. "T'would be me pleasure if ye would join, Bam."
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Bam Prescot
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"I was really drunk, yeah... and I think I still am. A little bit."
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Post by Bam Prescot on Apr 1, 2005 2:54:09 GMT -5
Bam was more than likely a drink or so to being his own sloshed. It was something he didn’t go to much. Didn’t care for the massive hang over he had the morning after. But in current mood, he could have used it. So as another beer was brought he didn’t hesitate in drinking it. He didn’t mind the game. It usually turned out pretty interesting. Then of course tonight he wasn’t mister obvious either. In a clearer state he might have noticed more that Perin kept glancing his way. Ah, what could he say. He was male.
Shifting his weight on the barstool he dropped his elbows onto the table, watching the interactions. Before a glance at Gillian, which turned away to Carly. In study habits he and the New Yorker were close. They more than likely worked harder than their share. Most of the times he noticed though, she was a bit more tame. Taking another swig he glanced to the other accented member of the group as she asked about a walk outside. Reaction could have gone over better, as he did one of his snort-scoffs, with the hints of his smirk. It was more to the fact that words weren’t formulating in his mind at the moment of initiation.
Index finger came to his lips, in a shushing motion as he moved. “We’ve got to be stealth…” Stealth was a term he used when he needed to sneak in somewhere. The first time he got really, really drunk over a girl and Ty and driven him home he’d said he’d needed to be quited. Because he had a loud drunken drawl. In response Bam said he'd be stealth. As he exited he crashed into the three rolling garbage bins his family had in the drive way. Popping back up his drunken voice was raised in a hiss of a shush at Ty, telling him to be stealth as well. He’d even told his own father who was standing in the doorway that he was being stealth before puking his moms flowers.
Now wasn’t too much different as he moved to get away from the table he knocked it, some of the empty bottles falling down with a clink of glass. “Shh.”<br>Picking up the rest of his beer he made it outside without causing too much more of a ruckus. The late night air actually helped clear him up as head shook. That motion stopped quickly, as it caused his head to ache a bit. Turning around he staggered backwards looking at Perin who was behind him. As he nearly tripped he laughed and held up the bottle. “I think I’m about…a quarter of a beer to being really drunk. How ‘bout you?”<br>
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Gillian Porter
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"For a vegetarian Gil, you're an evil shot."
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Post by Gillian Porter on Apr 3, 2005 13:23:39 GMT -5
“Haven’t any love, tying to quit.” Gillian pursed her lips and then allowed her teeth to drag gently over the pink flesh. A part of her liked this slow decent into uselessness. Being drunk or high made her feel free of the demons that haunted her. If she allowed herself to self-analyze perhaps she’d realize that she was self medicating a larger problem; putting flimsy excuses and chemicals into her body so she could better cope. Recently she was facing the problem that she might be deported. Her name was up for the lottery, and she had a good chance at staying in the United States given her student status, but it was still a huge stress to think that she might have to return to Scotland.
Her eyes felt heavy, and as she clenched and un-clenched her jaw her teeth felt loose and numb in her gums. A slow smirk worked over her lips as she turned to the insufferable Ty Martin. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said with a glib tenor. Then her eyes alit and at the prospect of a bit of home she burst into song, hammering her fist on the table with the beat.
“Ohhhh… I'll tell you a story that happened to me One day as I went down to Cork by the sea The sun it was hot and the day it was warm, Says I a quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm
I went in and I called for a bottle of stout Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood Says I, I'll try cider, I've heard it was good.
Oh never, Oh never, Oh never again If I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up!”
Laughing brightly Gillian felt lighter and giddy; her sparkling eyes turning to Ty and his inquiry. “You’re insufferable bloke, like a cat who’s gotten the cream and cannot stop licking itself…” Her brow lifted skyward and her voice gained the warmth of cinnamon, “If I must I must…” she said with a devilish expression. Gilly pushed off the barstool and narrowed her sights on him, the salt in her hand. She got a half a foot away, before stopping and grabbing the unsuspecting Perin. She licked salt from the blonde’s neck, laughing along with her as the pair stumbled back toward the bar. Gillian kept one hand at Perin’s neck, fishing a lime from the bin, with the other; and before the moment was past, she took her shot and then leaned up to share the citrus fruit, tossing the rind away and going in for a second taste from the Irish woman’s lips.
She turned and winked. #nosmileys
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