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Post by Dazzler on Sept 3, 2004 22:16:21 GMT -4
Yeah, you're gonna jog. Master walking again first, Pete. Thank god he can't drive, he could try to correct us...
Ali made no mention of the amused, sarcastic thought as they crossed out the doorway. His voice called her attention up to him from the path into the parking lot when he spoke. She raised her brows. She'd gotten distracted from the task, forgot to wrap it up before she made her hasty departure. Shoot... She could ditch him and take care of it now, or give him a hand and come back at some later time to wrap it up. After a quick mental debate, feeling him sway under the influence, she made her choice.
"Well, it would appear that's what I'm doing now..." She replied with a slight grin still playing on her features. She'd deal with her own business later.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 3, 2004 23:35:46 GMT -4
"Well, that's right kind of ya, Blaire. But it's not in me consience to place such a burden on a young, attractive bird like yerself. Turn us left here, luv."
His vision was quite blurry, and he could hardly see two yards infront of him. Back in Essex, he could make it home from the pub blindfolded, and with one arm tied behind his back. But this wasn't Essex. He couldn't even remember the name of this city. He was pretty much doing guess work, trusting his photographic memory to guide him.
When they turned into an alleyway, Pete snorted to himself. This was the spot he woke up in with that cat on his head. Wrong hotel! They had to keep going. "Maybe it's the street next down."
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Post by Dazzler on Sept 4, 2004 10:31:32 GMT -4
As he spoke, Ali grinned. Such flattery... Shame he was completely drunk. It was always a turn off. She was about to comment on his being no burden, but he didn't seem to mind as he offered a direction.
"It's no prob," She assured anyway with a cool laugh.
Following his directions, they soon ended up in a place she really doubted was his motel. They paused, and she found herself peering down an alley, housing only a dumpster and what appeared to be some empty boxes until a cat jumped from inside one, turning from the two mutants. Watching it retreat hastily, she looked back up as he offered scrambled words. Guesswork...
"One could hope." She replied as they moved on.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 5, 2004 22:41:07 GMT -4
"Y'know? I'm glad I ran inta ya, Blaire." Pete supressed a hiccup. "You're a good person."
His body swayed, as he was tipped off balance while trying to avoid running into a telephone pole. "You can take me home ANYtime." he slurred.
The double meaning of his words were lost on him, but he sincerely meant it in the non-sleaziest way possible. Up ahead was the hotel he was staying in. The broken neon sign read "La-t -ha-ce M-te-. N- Vaca-ce-"
"Well, luv. This is me stop." he smirked, feeling proud that they had found it. "Me room's on the... second level. Yeah, that was it." he began digging around in his pocket for his room key. He wound up spilling the contents of his pocket over the sidewalk. "Bullocks..." he grumbled, releasing Ali's arm and immediately falling to his knees.
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Post by Dazzler on Sept 10, 2004 15:57:39 GMT -4
"Thanks," Ali replied, somewhat surprised by his words. It wasn't everyday that she heard that, felt nice to be complimented for her actions. She grinned slightly until she became well aware of Pete's weight again as she tried to help him recover from dodging the crafty telephone pole. He went on after, a comment that made made her only shake her head. His phrasing meant something he better not be expecting now or to make a habit of. Nice guy, hot enough, but far too drunk for her taste.
After more walking, they came to some seedy motel, sight half smashed but still kinda legible. Pete announced with pride that this was the right one. She waited on him for more info, wondering if he had the faintest clue which room was his anymore. He soon had a response: Second floor. How helpful. That didn't narrow it down much, as there was more than one room on the second level.
"Which one on the second... floor...?" As she spoke, Ali trailed off, watching him spill out his pockets until he let go and went pavement bound. It wasn't till after gravity had won that she even got the last word of her question out. As he swore, she wasn't sure if she should laugh or feel bad. She settled on giving him a slightly strange look. This was the danger of alcohol.
"You okay?" She asked.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 11, 2004 19:41:08 GMT -4
"Yeah, I'm fine, luv." he grumbled, stuffing the old match-books and cigarette foil back in his pocket. "Just a tiny trip-up, no big problem."
He finally found what he was looking for. He lifted his room-key triumphantly over his head. "Found the li'l buggah!" he laughed, pulling the little metal device to his face. He squinted his bloodshot eyes to read the tiny numbers engraved on the key. "Now, I'll be able to tell ya which room it is, as soon as the little scratchy lines stop their bloody salsa dancin'!" he shouted accusingly at the key. "I can't see a damn thing in this light!"
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Post by Dazzler on Sept 13, 2004 16:13:10 GMT -4
Ali nodded vaguely, regarding him with a look. He was fine, just too drunk to stand. He was still fine enouch to scramble through the pocket debris, finally yanking from it a small metal key, proclaiming his search over with all pride. He made quick work of squinting at it blankly.
Pete actually had a point as he blamed everything but his state of inebriation on his inability to read it. Salsa dancing was all him, but she found herself squinting over his shoulder to try and figure it out more quickly. Fine messy print in the sole lighting of a red neon sign didn't add up to legible.
"Hm." Ali leaned in closer, a slight distraction as she raised on hand just out of his peripheral, almost behind him. With some noise, she could fix one aspect of things. As if on cue, the long, somewhat distant blaring of a horn rang out, accompanied by a squeal of brakes. No crunch, at least. It was enough. Her raised hand took on a white glow, put into use like a flashlight until the numbers could be made out.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 19, 2004 19:11:10 GMT -4
Pete looked at Ali's hand, then back at her face. "That's bloody brilliant, luv! My hands light up too."
Pete held up his index finger. It glowed red and elongated until it was doubled in length, pointed at the end, and white with heat. "But I gotta be careful with this thing, else I accidently-" He swished his hand around and accidently jabbed the hot knife into the metal lamppost beside him. The light went out in a brilliant display of sparks. "That happens..."
He went back to his key. "Right, room 14 on the second floor... Euh... Mind helpin' me up, luv?"
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