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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 17, 2007 18:49:05 GMT
I stare somewhat blearily at the glass of firewhiskey in front of me, wondering if I’m drunk. I have no experience whatsoever with being drunk, so it’s hard to say… but I’m leaning toward a yes.
Some role model you are… not that it matters anymore.
Now I can’t get that image out of my head… Andra’s solemn face, at the age of eight, when she promised me we’d never, ever drink, even if we were forced on pain of death.
Yeah, death. Little late for her to be forced on pain of death now, isn’t it?
I close my eyes tightly, hiding my face in my hands as my heart gets stabbed again.
You are such a fuck up, just a stupid fucking fuck up…. I think bitterly to myself. It was your decision and you just… just tossed it aside like she was asking to sleep over at a friend’s house. Have you no regard for the gravity of your family’s situation? Can you really, truly be that fucking stupid?
I nod slowly, face still in my hands and eyes still closed. Now I do. Now I do and yes I can.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 19, 2007 23:49:24 GMT
Perry watches the guy by the counter, by the looks of it the guy was drunk. No doubt about it. He wanders over to the counter, singaling the barkeep, then turning to the drunk guy."I'd take it easy if I was you." He replies.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 0:42:02 GMT
I look up when I hear a voice and see some kid there.
"Thanks for the advice, but I'll be fine," I say, with a mix of sarcasm and over-graciousness, feeling unnaturally resentful toward him.
I'm not drunk.... Feel slightly... odd... but I'm not drunk.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 1:00:14 GMT
"Alright," Perry mutters, taking his firewhiskey,"Don't blame me though when the alcohal poising get you." He says, taking a swig of firewhiskey.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 1:05:13 GMT
"Don't see why I'd do that when I don't even know you," I shrug, picking up the glass again. "No one to blame but myself, right? Just like every fucking other thing."
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 1:12:35 GMT
"It's call sarcasm," He mutters, setting down his half empty bottle of firewhiskey.
This guy was beyond drunk, no doubt about that."Got any idea how much you've had to drink?"
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 1:16:52 GMT
"Well, let's see," I say to the ceiling. "More than I've ever had before in my life... though that's not saying much," I add to him, taking refuge in amusing myself to cover the fact that I have no idea.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 1:23:00 GMT
"First time drinker?" Perry guesses,"And your how old?"
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 1:26:25 GMT
I frown slightly. "Twenty-three..." I say slowly, pretty sure I've just had my birthday recently. Either that or it's pretty close. I shrug slightly. "I made a pact not to with my sister, can't remember why exactly."
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 2:08:41 GMT
Perry shakes his head slightly."Only 'pact' I made my sisters was that I wouldn't push anymore of my cousins out windows,"
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 15:20:02 GMT
"Oh? That's very generous of you," I say, tilting my head at him a bit, not half listening to myself.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 16:23:35 GMT
"Name's Perry." He says, taking another swig of firewhiskey.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 18:32:40 GMT
I frown slightly, thrown off by the unexpected introduction. "... Andrew," I say after a moment. "Andrew F- never mind," I say quickly, remembering that it's probably quite stupid to give out my last name to some stranger if not necessary. Not when I've just gotten even more evidence recently that somebody wants my family dead.
What the hell we did, I still don't know, but I think it's pretty clear they want us dead, I think, deliberately ignoring the small voice in the back of my head that asks if that would be such a bad thing in my case.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 21:59:16 GMT
"Good move," He notes on not giving out his last name,"Far too people make that mistake."
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 22:25:17 GMT
"Thanks for your approval," I say sardonically with a slight twitch of my head.
And Andra was one of them, I think, trying to wash down the lump in my throat with another gulp of firewhiskey.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 22:31:26 GMT
"Just a simple word of advice," Perry replies cooly,"Never know who you can trust anymore."
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 22:34:46 GMT
"Including you. Or me," I say musingly, semi-aware that I'm being unusually annoying/infuriating considering I'm talking to a stranger.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 22:38:02 GMT
"Right again," Perry replies evenly,"But taking in your pissed beyond belief doesn't help your chances, now does it?"
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 22:41:16 GMT
"Probably not," I shrug, even though I'm pretty sure I'm really not that drunk.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 22:43:26 GMT
Perry shakes his head, he hated to admit it, but this guy reminded him a lot of Jack.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 22:47:52 GMT
"Something on your mind?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
See? Not that drunk. I'm even being observant.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 20, 2007 22:51:14 GMT
"Yeah," He mutters, taking another swig of firewhiskey,"Jack..my cousin..him and a few others were murdered a couple days ago."
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 20, 2007 22:54:17 GMT
I snort softly, raising my glass in a sort of salute before putting it down without drinking any.
"We've got something in common then," I say almost casually. "So was... so was my little sister."
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 23, 2007 16:09:38 GMT
"We went from 17 to 14 to 11." Perry mutters under his breath,"Fucking sad." He mutters, raising his firewhiskey bottle to his lips and taking a drink.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 23, 2007 16:17:49 GMT
I wince a bit automatically even though it takes a few seconds to actually realize what he means.
Thirteen to... nine? in the last year? I think, counting the Maywoods in with our family. But then we increased by two....
I shake my head. "Tough," I mutter sympathetically.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 23, 2007 16:22:26 GMT
"Some people have it worse," He shrugs non-commitedly,"Least we didn't loose everyone."
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 23, 2007 16:24:19 GMT
I nod. "Like that's any help," I mutter.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 23, 2007 16:30:32 GMT
"I'm not an optimist," He shrugs. That was Noah.
"But its all I got to get me up in the morning."
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 23, 2007 16:35:07 GMT
I nod again. "Guess so," I shrug, deciding he does have a point. Why do you keep getting up? 'Cause Ariel would fall apart if she lost you too... because Laken needs a substitute big brother right now to help her through this... because you feel obligated to make sure Andra's friends et through the rest of this war if there's anything you can do about it. He really does have a point.
"How old are you anyway?" I ask, thinking he strikes me as a kid, but probably of age.
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Post by Perry Parker on Nov 23, 2007 16:39:51 GMT
"Everyone has something to look forward too," He mutters, flicking the bottle cap around the counter top. Something to take his mind off his family."18."
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