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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 18:28:07 GMT
"Hello Firewhiskey my old friend." I mumble to the bottle in front of me.
My head was slumped on the table and I was looking up at it, contemplating taking another swig but knowing I really was drunk enough by now.
I sit up, propping my head on my elbow and glaring at it.
I give up and take another swig, then sigh heavily and slump my head back down on the table.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 18:38:34 GMT
"Never knew you drank like a fish." I said leaning on the table.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 18:40:34 GMT
"Oh yes." I slur slightly, eyes snapping into focus on Rin's face. "Drink like a fish and talk to the bottles too."
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 18:42:54 GMT
"Don't you think you've had enough?" I ask not changing my cold tone in my voice.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 18:46:08 GMT
"Yes." I say honestly. "Yes, way more than enough." I take another swig of firewhiskey.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 18:55:03 GMT
I put my hand on the bottle and try to take it away. "Then you've had enough then."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 18:57:52 GMT
"Yes." I agree, taking the bottle back and taking another swig. "But I'm still not done."
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 18:59:50 GMT
"I think you are." I say taking the bottle and placing it by my side.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 19:04:57 GMT
I moan in frustration and bang my head on the table.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 19:06:17 GMT
"What's goin on?" I ask.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 19:11:57 GMT
"Well, I was drinking, but then you took away my firewhiskey." I explain, with a groan. "And I would very much like it back."
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 19:13:36 GMT
"I'm looking for an answer oh....no." I say sitting across from him. "Why drinking yourself into a mellow stuper?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 19:17:16 GMT
"Because being in a mellow stupor is the easiest state to be in." I say, pushing my hair back off my forehead and propping my head on my hand to look at her. "Just having another bad day, I guess."
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 19:19:35 GMT
"What happend?" I ask.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 25, 2007 19:20:37 GMT
I shrug.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 25, 2007 19:24:08 GMT
"Fine," I say grabbing the bottle "You tell me and I'll give you back your old friend." I say holding up the bottle.
OOC- I have to go to work.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 26, 2007 15:33:27 GMT
"I don't need it. I don't need friends either." I say, head slumped on the table.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 26, 2007 17:03:00 GMT
"Really Mika?" I say coldly. "So as I thought, you're even more broken than I thought. If you don't want to be my friend fine, I'll leave you. But I want to tell you this before I do. It is my perception that a true friend never relies on a vice. A person with the potential to be my true friend must be able to find his reason for life without my help. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his friends. He would never hesitate to fight for his friends, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal on those terms. " I leave the bottle on the table. "Bye Watkins."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 26, 2007 19:33:31 GMT
"I guess I'm not good enough for you then?" I snort, snaking my arm out and grabbing the bottle again. "Fucking brilliant."
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 26, 2007 19:40:11 GMT
"What does that mean Mika?" I turn to him.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 26, 2007 19:42:00 GMT
"It means, fucking brilliant. I'm not good enough to be your friend." I say, forcing my tone to be indifferent.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 26, 2007 19:44:45 GMT
"Then again you said you didn't want my friendship so what is it? I thought you were my friend and I was yours, but you say you don't need friends, so which one is it?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 26, 2007 19:46:20 GMT
"I don't know." I moan, banging my head on the table again. "I don't know anything. I'm just a pathetic freakish loser."
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 26, 2007 19:49:08 GMT
I sit back down. "You're not a loser, you're not a freak. You're Mika. Stop hurting the table it never did anything to you."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 26, 2007 19:52:23 GMT
"Sorry table." I mutter to the wood, still not looking up at her, head resting on the table.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 26, 2007 19:53:22 GMT
I give a small smile. "Still haven't answered my question."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 26, 2007 19:55:47 GMT
"What question? I already forgot it."
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 26, 2007 19:58:29 GMT
"Are we friends or not?" I ask. I grab the bottle and pour a cup for my self.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 26, 2007 19:59:40 GMT
"Only if you'll put up with me, my drinking, my smoking, my swearing, my thoughtless, rude behaviour..." I say ticking things off on my fingers.
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Post by Rin Lupin on Apr 26, 2007 20:07:12 GMT
"For now." I say taking a sip.
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