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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: in_superstition
date: Aug. 28th, 2006 12:39 am (UTC)

"Ha," she replied tiredly, and then failed to stifle a yawn. Her eyes still shut, she pulled herself up on the bed, tugging the blanket after her, and then lay on her stomach. Murmuring wordlessly, she finally opened one eye to watch him in silence, chuckled, and then shifted under the cover as she settled down on the mattress. After a moment of moving about, trying to find a comfortable spot, she fell asleep.

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from: upallnight_x
date: Aug. 28th, 2006 03:24 am (UTC)

Although tired, he stared at the ceiling for quite a while before turning on his side, his eyelids drooping shut.

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