The emo freaking roof, super duper late Tuesday

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

After being at Caritas and talking to Dick , Annette took herself and her two bottles of tequila straight to the roof. It didn't take her long to work her way through her first bottle and she slung it away carelessly as she planted her butt on the ground, center of the roof.

The second bottle was half gone before she realized it and she was still busily sipping from it, trying to focus on anything in front of her. She sat with her legs crossed and swayed back and forth. Sadly to no music. The next step was to just lay the crap down and deal with her spinning head while still trying to drink her tequila. She didn't notice when it spilled down her chin and neck.

She freaking didn't care about anything.

(it's a roof, so it's open.)

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Sure, I'll take a drink," he said, taking the proffered bottle and a swig. And coughed. "What's in this?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Tequila!" She started laughing. She laughed so hard she fell back over onto the ground, holding her stomach with her arms.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"This is strong stuff!" he exclaimed. "How come you're drinking it?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

The laughing died, just like that. "Cause. It's strong." Duhhhhhh! "Mre an you'll feel reallllly gud."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He takes another swig. "Wow. THis'll put hair on your chest," he managed. And took another swig. "So why are you up on the roof?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She snickered and narrowed her eyes at Jack, really just trying to focus clearly. "That's somekindahair Jark Barton." Snicker. Snicker. "It's emo ruff."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"What's this Emo Rough? New student here or somethin'?" he asked, taking another swig. And staring at his chest. It's a good chest.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Emu Riff? Haven't met hhim er her or whatcrapevahhh!" she giggled. "Ooohhh spinnnny!"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"No one told me there's an emu named Riff!" he said. "I woulda remembered that. It's an ostrich, right?" He starts blinking a lot.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"But not wif his head in dirt. B'inkin would hurt the sucker! Them stinkin' riffraff's!" She waved her hand for the bottle. "Mouth dryyy, Jark."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He handed the bottle over. "You sure you're gonna be okay? You seem a bit..." he didn't want to say drunk because good girls didn't get drunk. "...tipsy?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She waved her hand with the bottle and snickered, bringing it to her cheek to take a drink. "S'me. I'm toally good to go. You?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I'm.... fine. I think. Why am I so hot?" He was starting to get a bar tan.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette went to thrust the bottle against his chest. "More o'this and you won't be feelin' it. Uh-huhhhhhh."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He takes the bottle and takes a swig. And another. "Am I supposed to be dizzy like this? Feels like I'm unbalanced." He's concentrating.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She giggled. "Wheeeeee! Need ta hold my hand?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He put his hand out. "If you can find it. This is wild!" He's swaying, trying to hold his head still.
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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She narrowed her eyes and swung for his hand, grabbing it but she kept going, falling again. "You've never.... heeheehee... drank drunk before?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"It's been a while," he blatantly lied. "Usually it's a couple-a beers."