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[fatespoken]

[ private | unhackable ]

You're fucking pathetic, Amory.

You keep reminding yourself of what you could have done, how you could have helped her - but what what's the point? Isn't this what you wanted? To live your life by Dissociation and Indifference. That model of life in which you don't have to bother with all the frivolities and requirements of friendship. If you didn't care, if you had been more careful not to get in this far-

But what are you even trying say, anyway? It's all just fucking empty rhetoric. Do you just like hearing yourself talk, Amory? You can't string together sense if you tried.

The truth is you're guilty because you care about her. Because she's your friend. Just like all the others. And you just can't avoid it, no matter how you try to pretend you don't have a heart.

...But even if you admit you wanted to help, what could you have done? You could have had the ability to help - the ability to do so fucking much, except that you're selfish. Not only to help Eden, to save the lives of all those people back home.

But my life forfeit for theirs? I can't do it. For faces I don't even know? Even if it's what I'm supposed to do- But they're the cause of their own fates anyways, every negative action reflects back on the cycle-

...its too early in the morning for this shit. this same old fucking garbage. just leave it alone

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Too bad all the fairies from that curse disappeared. I collected a few in a shoebox after a round of batting practice. Planned to pin them on my door like some fashion of lawn gnome (or door fairy in this case), and I even had the layout all planned in my head.

Too bad.

By the way, playstheblues? I don't think I can make it to work today. I've got headache like a jackhammer's fucking with my brain and I'd rather not go to work, where I'll most likely be 90% useless. But I'm not going to let you down, Blue. I'm not that type of employee, you know? So I'm going to spend my day home, researching drinks for that party at the Blue Light. I'll even test each of them out, just to make sure they're not some sort of noxious concoction. And I won't use moonshine, as I promised. Even though I suspect I can make some damn good bathtub gin.

Here's one, for example:

Mary Pickford
◈ 1 1/2 oz white rum
◈ 1 oz unsweetened pineapple juice
◈ 1/2 teaspoon grenadine
Strain into chilled cocktail glass and drop in a maraschino cherry.

It's like a feminine version of the Piña Colada minus the coconut, especially with that half teaspoon of grenadine. Though the Piña Colada is already fruity shit, so this is definitely a woman's drink. It's named after Mary Pickford— America's sweetheart and starlet of the silent film age. Ever watch Little Lord Fauntleroy? She was the girl you'd stick on your walls back then, all curls and saccharine smiles, and not a tit in sight. Ironically enough, she was actually Canadian.

So I'm just going to stay put with my bottle of aspirin and my liquor. I'll test as many as I can and do a write-up when I'm done. Sound good?

[ ooc; he's already intoxicated, since he's been drinking half of the night. which is why his post is all over the place. ;;

bedtime nao, will pick up tags when i'm up! ]

Comments

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

So you're going to drink while having a headache which will only lead to a bigger headache.

When are you not 90% useless?

[fatespoken]

Yeah, I am. Broken logic, I know, - but it's not like this headache now is due to any amount of liquor.

Shut up.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

I told you about trying to think. You did it anyway and now you got a headache.

No. Now open your door.

[fatespoken]

Fuck off, Kate.

[audio]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

You wish I would. I said open the door.

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[fatespoken]

[ ignores you ]

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[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[You hear that jiggling of the doorknob, Amory? Take that as a warning.]

Don't make me kick this door down. I already did that once. I'll do it again.

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[fatespoken]

Leave me alone before I call the cops on you for trespassing.

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[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

No, you won't. Now come on. It's late and I'm too tired for your crap.

[And now begins the banging.]

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[fatespoken]

Or early, depending on the perspective.

[ignoooresss]

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[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Fine. Be that way.

[Oh, the poor door. So abused. So kicked in.]

I didn't want to do that.

[fatespoken]

[ If she looks into the kitchen, she'll see Amory - hair mussed-up and naked, except for a pair for navy blue boxers. Liquors, Mixers, Juice, and glasses are littered on the kitchen table. ]

Enjoy the view?

[ He smirks. ]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[Not the first time Kate's seen a guy in only his boxers, but it's the first time she's seen him without any clothes on. And no, she's not blushing nor is she hesitant for a quick second to stare. She's just probably sunburnt and her brain is half-asleep. Yes, that's exactly it.]

Not really. You need a sandwich.

[She doesn't return his smirk. All she does is faceplant into his couch to hide the red creeping along her cheeks and to get at least a hour's nap.]

[fatespoken]

[ He doesn't bother putting on a shirt, now that she's here. It was her that convenience him anyway, and being shirtless was comfortable considering how fucking hot the City is. ]

Why don't you make me one, since you're so insistent. I'll make you a drink in exchange - virgin, of course. Just for the little lady.

[Drunk? Soon. Buzzed? Definitely. Maybe that's why he's watching her lie there instead of attempting to ignore her, as he usually would. He also wonders how she can go from kicking down the door to dying on his couch in a matter of minutes.]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

I'm not your slave. Besides, you're in the kitchen already. And you better put alcohol in it or so help me.

[It took a lot to kick the door open, okay? And let's see him try and work two jobs on four hours of sleep a day and not want to die on a couch.]

[fatespoken]

You're underage, Kate. I just can't do that, but you understand, right? I'm just trying to be a responsible adult.

[ True, true. But he also feels like dying too. This headache? Like God (if he existed) stepped on his school. ]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that line right there? It makes her pick her head out of the cushions.]

You? Responsible?

[She definitely has to laugh at that.]

And it's not like my dad's here to say anything. Who am I going to tell?

SKULL*ffff, not school

[fatespoken]

I can be. Especially when it comes to underage girls - I mean, you've seen me as a gentleman, haven't you?

[he snorts at her laugh, downing a shot of vanilla stoli as if just to taunt her ]

What if you get drunk here? Am I going to have to carry you home - one lush carrying another drunkard? I'll probably drop you on the way and leave you there.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

No. No, I haven't.

[She remembers that dinner. She just doesn't want to entertain him in that way.]

I'll just sleep it off here. That's what I'm here to do anyway.

[fatespoken]

What a little liar.

[ And he says that with a half-smile on his face - no venom intended ]

And I was about to start a series of 80's and 90's song renditions. Mind if I do it while you're asleep?

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Mind if I kick your head off your shoulders?

[Unlike him, her venom is intended.]

[fatespoken]

Mind if I kick you out of my apartment?

[ He should have just gone to work. Headache be damned, this woman was making it worse. ]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[If he would just shut up and let her sleep, they both wouldn't be annoyed to hell and back.]

Actually, yes. Yes, I do.

[fatespoken]

Fine, sleep there. Don't snore or I'll smack you with a pillow. My headache's bad enough already.

[ He hands her a drink he made - this one with a shot and half of rum. Amory would put more, but he's going to assume she's a lightweight. Because she's pipsqueak. ]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[His assumption is right. This is the girl who gets tipsy after one drink; this clearly stops her from drinking as much as her age does.]

Well, maybe if you took aspirin instead of vodka...

[Kate lets the rest of her comment fade into her glass.]