http://guilt-and-honey.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] guilt-and-honey.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2008-04-30 06:44 pm

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Who: Schuldig and whoever stops by.
What: BOOZE.
When: Most of April 30th
Where: Aerie.
Summary: Schuldig is 'celebrating' his birthday by getting blind stinking drunk.
Rating: Probably PG-13. It's Schuldig.


The Malnosso clearly had a sense of humor, since Schuldig's personality returned to normal just in time for him to celebrate his birthday the same way he has for years.

In a bar, with massive amounts of alcohol and generalized unhappiness.

So for most of the day, the German telepath could be found in Aerie, blitzed out of his mind, not to mention anyone else's, and buried in a funk of monumental proportions.

Whether or not he would welcome company probably depended on the time of day, the nature of the company, exactly what he was drinking at the time, the prevailing wind, and myriad other random or not-so-random factors.

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-02 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
When shit goes down, you get drunk. Birthdays, holidays, family gatherings, evil cookies... the answer is almost always drink. And if you happens to find that bastard who chased you off your well-earned fight the other day, hanging out all mopey-like in the bar? Well. That's just an added bonus.

"That's not very responsible pet ownership, leavin' your dog locked up home alone like this." Gojyo leaned back against the bar, fishing one of his precious remaining cigarettes out of his pocket. "Better be careful, or someone'll report you."


Edited for log layout. Hi, I'm awake, really.
Edited 2008-05-02 05:38 (UTC)

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-02 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Gojyo has a grand total of six cigarettes left. Stare all you want, Red. All you're getting is second-hand.

"I'd ask who broke your heart, sweet cheeks," Gojyo chuckled, reaching behind the bar and nabbing himself a bottle from the well. "But th'thing is, I don't like you, so I really don't give a shit."

Lemony-limey vodka? Interesting. Sure, he'll drink that! Cheers, Schuldig.

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-02 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Gojyo paused, bottle halfway to his mouth. "If you start singin', I will punch you in th'head. Fair warnin'."

He took a long swig, hissing at the burn. "Town full of people who ate th'angry motherfucker cookies, an' I end up in th'bar with th'one guy who ate th'sad bastard ones instead. Th'hell's wrong with this place today?"

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-03 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's so special about today?"

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-04 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You get changed here?" This vodka is good and all, but it's still fucking vodka. There another bottle of whiskey back there?

"Th'mind readin', and all that, that somethin' th'Malnossi did to ya?"

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-04 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, and Gojyo's really not into sharing a bottle with you, Red. Nothing personal. Mmm, whiskey.

"That doesn't sound too bad, actually. Readin' minds, hearin' what people're thinkin'? Not too bad at all."

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-04 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
What? Like he could be bothered to remember your name, Shuddig. Shoe-dig. Shuftik. ...Red.

"So it's fuckin' noisy. So fuckin' what?" This is good enough whiskey that he wants a glass. Ah, much better. "You get t'hear what people think. I know people who'd pay good money t'be able t'do somethin' like that, so what th'hell are you complainin' for?"

[identity profile] gojyo-saaama.livejournal.com 2008-05-04 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You whiny fuckin' bitch." Gojyo slams his glass down on the counter and turns to glare at Schuldig. "You got tortured an' fucked with because of somethin' you've got no control over? Cry me a goddamn river."

Fuck this. He needs another cigarette. "You can do somethin' nobody else can, an' you're complainin' about it. You want t'be like th'rest of 'em?" He gestures at the window. "Runnin' around, laughin' an' huggin' an' too fuckin' stupid t'know any better? Be my fuckin' guest." Shit. No ashtrays. Fuck it, the floor's good enough for ashing on. "Get yourself killed enough times, an' you'll lose it. They'll take it away from ya, but stop fuckin' whining."