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Aug. 23rd, 2006 | 05:44 pm
mood: drunkdrunk
posted by: upallnight_x in themusicrpg

Johnny swaggered into a bar, casting a disdainful eye around the place. His gaze took in the cheesy-looking interior, the even cheesier-looking women, and a few men who looked like they had steroid cereal for breakfast. Rolling his eyes, he sat down and tried to ignore the nastiness of the place, ordering several shots of whiskey.

A good half hour later, he was steadily on the road to fall-down drunkenness. Watching out of the corner of his eye, he saw a big-muscled man take the seat next to him, regarding him with a sneer. The man muttered something about "fags" and Johnny whirled around, jamming his fist into his head. After about 15 minutes of yelling, confusion, broken glass and a lot of rolling about on the floor, he emerged with a bloody nose and a bruised fist. He'd thought he was triumphant till he'd been grabbed by the bouncers and forcefully tossed into the sidewalk.

Breathing in the chilly air slowly, he tried to force himself to stay calm, muttering slurred profanities to himself and getting up off his knees with shaky legs.

That was when he thought he spotted someone he knew...

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 01:29 am (UTC)
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Frowning at her chilly reception, he wobbled a bit on the spot then reached out for a drunken hug. Though not really receiving it back, he gave her a firm squeeze, enjoying her against him for a moment. Knowing not to push his luck too far, he pulled away.

"So, what're you doing in this shitehole?"

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from: in_superstition
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 01:39 am (UTC)
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Alison uttered a squeak in surprise when he hugged her and made as if to push him, but he had already pulled away. She glowered at him silently for a moment, contemplating whether to slap him in the face or throw her cigarette at him. However, the urge to harm him was fleeting, and she took a long drag on her cigarette.

"In front of here?" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the bar. "Nothing. Getting a drink." She then spread one arm out to indicate a greater vista. "I'm in LA for... you know, art project."

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 01:44 am (UTC)
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Johnny nodded as if he totally cared what she was talking about, wiping his bloody nose with his sleeve as she spoke.

"All alone? This is LA. You could.." he trailed off as a hiccup came out. "get hurt."

He attempted to look concerned, though his stomach was squirming a bit too much and he was probably just grimacing.

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from: in_superstition
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 01:52 am (UTC)
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"Me? Get hurt? No... Well, I am alone right now." Alison lifted her shoulders as a sign of indifference, flicking the butt of her cigarette to the ground and crushing it under her heel. "But I'm in LA with Jamie. Dunno where he is, though." She glanced up into his face and frowned slightly when she noticed his bloody nose.

"How'd that happen?"

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 02:00 am (UTC)
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He nodded a bit, making a face when she noticed.

"Uh...some fucking big bloke called me a fag." He blanched, feeling a little stupid. "We got in a fight." he added, unnecessarily.

Here he raised a brow, staggering a bit when he made to shift.

"But...I won!" he muttered, looking unsure anyway.

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from: in_superstition
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 04:06 am (UTC)
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She raised a brow as she reached into her backpocket for her pack. "It doesn't look that way," she remarked coolly, her other brow rising as she continued to stare at his bloody nose. She inwardly shrugged, figuring it was his business anyway, and lit up another cigarette. Moving as if to slip the pack away, she thought better of it, and instead held it up. "Want one?"

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 02:34 pm (UTC)
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Johnny looked annoyed at that, and sort of snatched the cigarette out of her hands with a gruff "thanks". Without looking at her, he reached out for the lighter and lit up. Taking a drag with his fingers shaking, he finally mustered up a response.

"Just 'cos the prat got me on the nose..." he trailed off, his mind a little too hazy to finish the thought. He struggled for clarity, reaching out a hand to steady himself on the building.

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from: in_superstition
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 09:03 pm (UTC)
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Alison's face softened as she watched him, and, immediately afterward, scolded herself. He was a stupid drunk and it was his own fault, what did she care? However, despite herself, her expression appeared a bit kinder and she took a step closer, gently grasping his elbow in case he lost his balance. "I have a bit of optimism for you: your sense of smell isn't too hot right now, hm?" She went on, smirking. "'Cause then you won't have to smell yourself. You stink like whiskey."

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 10:00 pm (UTC)
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He regarded her touch with something akin to surprize, wobbling a bit.

Laughing at her comment, he met her eyes, feeling remarkably aware of how ridiculous his bloody nose must look, even through his drunkeness.

"Well, if I could manage a shower I'd try it, but I'd likely fall on my face and die."

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from: in_superstition
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 10:29 pm (UTC)
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Alison suddenly sucked in her breath when he looked at her, unconsciously gripping his elbow tighter, and then laughed quietly. "No, can't have that. Are you staying somewhere, or have you just been passing out in the streets lately?" she inquired with mild concern, but mostly regarded him with an impertinent glitter in her eyes.

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 10:58 pm (UTC)
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Johnny muttered something, but it was too slurred to be coherent, so he tried it again.

"Well, there was this nice 'otel but I got kicked out..." He made a face at the memory. "Cos apparently it was non-smoking...and I told some bloke to fuck off but..." Here he realized he was babbling.
"Anyway, that was yesterday, so I've yet to figure out where I'm sleeping."

Johnny sighed, putting out his barely-smoked cigarette and then sort of missing stomping on it 'cause he couldn't get his foot over it.

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from: in_superstition
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 11:23 pm (UTC)
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Alison nodded along absently as she listened to him, still smoking her cigarette with her free hand and blowing smoke away from his face. "Well, I would let you stay with me but-" She paused abruptly as she realised what she had just said, and then frowned a bit. No, why on Earth would she let him stay with her? Again, acting without thinking, she muttered, "You can stay with Jamie and me."

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 11:28 pm (UTC)
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Johnny found himself grinning wolfishly at her, though quickly frowning at the fact that Jamie was involved. Trying to maintain a more passive expression, he nodded.

"Thank you, lovee...I promise I won't cause a spot of trouble for ya." He winked and then totally ruined his act by wobbling again.

Muttering something about being sick, he blanched and leaned heavily on the building for safety.

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from: in_superstition
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 11:41 pm (UTC)
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Alison rolled her eyes at his words. "If you fuck up our hotel room, I will be the one throwing you out," she replied, giving him a hard look to show him that she was being incredibly serious. However, she wrinkled her nose at the word "sick" and let go of his elbow, not wanting to be standing so close if he started vomiting.

"Lord, how much you had to drink?" she muttered, mostly to herself, averting her eyes.

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 24th, 2006 11:48 pm (UTC)
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He snorted at her impertinently, but then made a scared noise, staggering back and hurrying a few steps into the alleyway to be violently ill into a trash can.

Groaning, he wiped at his mouth, thinking it might be over. Sadly incorrect, he bent over again, wiping his hand on his tight jeans and hoping he didn't get his hair in the mess.

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