Amory Felix (
fatespoken) wrote2010-08-09 12:41 am
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[ The sun's just finished cresting on the horizon, a morning arrival for the few who are actually insane enough to be up at this hour. Sharp, bright rays illuminate this picturesque view of a tree-lined street bordering the entrance-side of Xanadu, while all the while clashing with this smaller-scale display of resplendent, luminous... men.
Two men, both obviously drunk, shakily maneuvering down the street in a snaking path. It's really gives a psychedelic effect. The blond,
never_very_good, is a veritable human rainbow, sparkling softly in warm, rainbow tones. The brunette, Amory Felix, is that pot of gold (silver, rather) at the end of Frankie's rainbow, glittering a dim, white sparkle that would make a cubic zirconium stone jealous. It's not as sharp or bright a sparkle as other specimens will surely display later today. ]
I swear- I fucking swear I won. You passed out after.... after your tenth, while I outdrank you by at least three. So you, you better pay the prince, Dalton. I'm talking about white face make-up and a cheap Halloween store cape. You're dressing up as Dracula for the week. I won, your punishment.
Bullshit. You were facedown on the table by the time I had eight, if you managed any more'n that you'd've been too wasted to remember, anyway. I'm not paying any... any anything... and I never agreed to that shit anyway.
Fuck you, vampire. You just... pro- proved your fucking manhood, and now it all goes to waste because you won' man-up and face your punishment.
[ And here is where Dalton intercepts with a lovely middle finger. ]
Shit, Frankie. Either I'm drunk or you... you look like a fucking gay manrainbow. Look at you. Look at you.
You are drunk and-- I. You. Fuck. [Pause.] You look... [LONG, LONG PAUSE.] sparkly.
What?
[ ooc: Frankie, being a once-pire sparkles rainbows instead of diamonds. While Amory, though not really a vampire, is enough of one for a dim sparkle. ]
Two men, both obviously drunk, shakily maneuvering down the street in a snaking path. It's really gives a psychedelic effect. The blond,
I swear- I fucking swear I won. You passed out after.... after your tenth, while I outdrank you by at least three. So you, you better pay the prince, Dalton. I'm talking about white face make-up and a cheap Halloween store cape. You're dressing up as Dracula for the week. I won, your punishment.
Bullshit. You were facedown on the table by the time I had eight, if you managed any more'n that you'd've been too wasted to remember, anyway. I'm not paying any... any anything... and I never agreed to that shit anyway.
Fuck you, vampire. You just... pro- proved your fucking manhood, and now it all goes to waste because you won' man-up and face your punishment.
[ And here is where Dalton intercepts with a lovely middle finger. ]
Shit, Frankie. Either I'm drunk or you... you look like a fucking gay manrainbow. Look at you. Look at you.
You are drunk and-- I. You. Fuck. [Pause.] You look... [LONG, LONG PAUSE.] sparkly.
What?
[ ooc: Frankie, being a once-pire sparkles rainbows instead of diamonds. While Amory, though not really a vampire, is enough of one for a dim sparkle. ]

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Nothing's happening. This? not happening. Nope.
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Do all the people from your world... sparkle like that?
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We didn't... just.. drunk.
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It's not that funny.
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I don' even want to know.
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My reward for savin' his ass.
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[glitter on the front porch, glitter on the highway]
[There is a not-remotely-sober logic to this. In some dim way Frankie knows that's not true, is even faintly aware that it's probably a curse, but since it's embarrassing and since Amory had the poor taste to point it out-- clearly Amory is to blame. Or something. He squints a bit as the sun hits the other man, the glimmer making his eyes ache.]
[glitter on the front porch, glitter on the highway]
[ Frankie's rainbow aura is making Amory's already discombobulated mind spin circles. There's no logic at this drunk an hour for Amory Felix either, and he's still wondering if this is really all a hallucination. ]
[glitter on the front porch, glitter on the highway]
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