Post by uyersuyer on Dec 31, 2004 3:52:54 GMT -5
BSam sat in a grimy little pub, choking down bottle after bottle of Pale Ale. He was drowning his new-found pains.
"Hey, Sam," asked Kobolos from beside him, "What does the B stand for?"
"Boddy," said Sam, as if he meant for the conversation to end that very second. Kobolos muttered into his cup of coffee and turned away to chat with Soidanae.
Sam was usually a very agreeable chap. Why shouldn't he be? He was hot, tons of fangirls spread throughout the world, he had a beautiful wife... argh, his wife. He loved his wife, Trish, dearly, but lately his eyes had been...wandering.
J burst through the door of the pub. Great, just what I need...
J was quite a looker, even if she never admitted it. She always complained about her hair and her glasses, or other such trivial things. But these only made her sexier. Not everybody may have agreed, but that's certainly how Sam thought when he looked at her glide across the filthy little room toward Robert.
Robert had come to this filthy place with Ecrisen, hoping to kill his brain cells with wine, therefore making his problems insignificant. But when they got there, they found out they didn't sell wine. Robert was now drowning his pain in malt liquer.
Ecrisen had seen how badly Robert was doing after a few shots and tried to convince him to come back to the appartment they shared, but he wouldn't listen.
"Shut up, you little rat thing!" hissed Robert into Ecrisen's ear, slapping him accross the cheek. "Get out."
Ecrisen looked hurt and offended. He scurried out of the pub as fast as he could. "Good riddance."
Shot after shot Robert drank. How...? Robert had known J for a long time. He had never thought of her in that way. He had known M for a lot less time than J, but... they were both good friends. Right when he thought he could trust them, when he was getting more attached to them, rumours were spreading that they were--
J burst through the door of the pub and glided accross the floor to Robert.
"What the hell are you doing?" she spat, looking him square in the eye.
"Getting drunk," he said. "I thought that was rather obvious. What I want to know is, what the hell are you doing?"
"Well," she mumbled, less certain of herself. "Ecrisen told me what you were doing and I thought I ought to put a stop to it."
"And what, exactly, am I doing?"
"Well, you're--you're--"
"Exactly. It's not against the law in this state to get a little loaded if I want to."
"DAMN IT, ROBERT, GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! I'll--I'll drive you home. Just get up and get in my car."
"All right, all right," said Robert, getting up from his barstool. "You win. But how'd you get here so fast?
J breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I was walking by the pub. Ecrisen can't go more than three yards away from you, so he was sitting by the pub door."
Robert shut up and let J lead him to her car.
Sam choked back another Pale Ale.
"DAMN IT, ROBERT, GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!"
Lucky bastard, he thought, staring at J's ass. It always seemed to bounce when she was angry. Sam drown the rest of his drink in one large gulp.
"Another Pale Ale down here," he called to Fight Fire With Fire, the barkeep, while watching J and Robert leave together.
"...What were you thinking?"
This shook Robert out of a calm unconsciousness induced by alcohol. He looked over at J.
"What were you thinking?" she said again, more firmly.
"I don't know," said Robert plainly. "I just wanted...something." He just couldn't tell her. Not here, not now, and certainly not like this.
They sat in silence for the rest of the car ride there, until they pulled up in front of 667 Dark Avenue. It was the appartment building every single man stayed in. All the married couples would go to 669 Dark Avenue, all the single women would go to 668 Dark Avenue, and all the people with boyfriends or girlfriends would go to 21 Front Street.
"Well," said J, looking at Robert wistfully. "This is your stop."
Robert shot a glare at Ecrisen, who just glared right back at him.
"It'd be the least I could do if I invited you in for some coffee," Robert said, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Well..." said J. Captiosus bit her leg from inside her pocket. "Oh, all right."
They walked up several flights of stairs in silence. When they reached the right floor, Robert pulled out a keyring that only had one key and fit it into the door. He turned it, turned the knob, and went in.
The place was a mess. It was half kitchen, half living room, with a hallway obviously leading to the bedroom and bathroom. But there was stuff thrown everywhere. It was so bad that you could hardly walk.
"Nice place you got here," said J sarcastically, trying to find the table in the kitchen.
"Thanks," said Robert, starting some coffee.
Captiosus crawled out of J's pocket and onto the table.
"What's up, Captain?" said Robert, looking over his shoulder at him.
Captiosus just yawned and went to sleep. Ecrisen curled up next to him and did the same. Robert sighed and sat down at the table.
"You know," said J, "You're amazingly coherent for the amount of alcohol you've consumed."
"Eh," he said, brushing it off. "My liver's used to it."
They stared at each other. The coffee maker made a loud noise, signaling that their coffee was ready.
"I'll get that," Robert said, happy for an opportunity to break the silence. He got up, poured two cups of coffee, handed one to J, and sat down.
"Thank you," she said. Then they stared at each other.
"J..." said Robert. She put her finger to his lips.
"Don't speak."
They drank their coffee in silence. After fifteen minutes, Robert couldn't take it anymore. He gently uncuffed J's hands from her coffee mug and lead her to the bedroom.
Sam finished up his last beer and stumbled off into the night. He hopped on his motor-cycle and took off at top speed toward 669 Dark Avenue. He swerved in and out of traffic, on sidewalks, through red lights...he just didn't care anymore.
He pulled up, turned off the motor-cycle, and snuck up to bed. He pulled himself under the covers without even waking Trish.
Robert woke up in the morning to the sound of Ecrisen and Captiosus playing Gamecube in the front room. He had one blissful moment before the reality of what had happened last night dawned on him. He rolled over and looked at J.
"Good morning," she whispered to him. Robert was startled that she was awake, but even more startled at what had happened.
"Hey," he said, in a gruff morning voice. "Have you ever woke up after a night of heavy drinking, without any pants on, with your best friend next to you?"
J thought about this for a second. Then she lifted up the cover and took a peek.
"Yes," she said, finally. "Yes, I have."
"Hey, Sam," asked Kobolos from beside him, "What does the B stand for?"
"Boddy," said Sam, as if he meant for the conversation to end that very second. Kobolos muttered into his cup of coffee and turned away to chat with Soidanae.
Sam was usually a very agreeable chap. Why shouldn't he be? He was hot, tons of fangirls spread throughout the world, he had a beautiful wife... argh, his wife. He loved his wife, Trish, dearly, but lately his eyes had been...wandering.
J burst through the door of the pub. Great, just what I need...
J was quite a looker, even if she never admitted it. She always complained about her hair and her glasses, or other such trivial things. But these only made her sexier. Not everybody may have agreed, but that's certainly how Sam thought when he looked at her glide across the filthy little room toward Robert.
Robert had come to this filthy place with Ecrisen, hoping to kill his brain cells with wine, therefore making his problems insignificant. But when they got there, they found out they didn't sell wine. Robert was now drowning his pain in malt liquer.
Ecrisen had seen how badly Robert was doing after a few shots and tried to convince him to come back to the appartment they shared, but he wouldn't listen.
"Shut up, you little rat thing!" hissed Robert into Ecrisen's ear, slapping him accross the cheek. "Get out."
Ecrisen looked hurt and offended. He scurried out of the pub as fast as he could. "Good riddance."
Shot after shot Robert drank. How...? Robert had known J for a long time. He had never thought of her in that way. He had known M for a lot less time than J, but... they were both good friends. Right when he thought he could trust them, when he was getting more attached to them, rumours were spreading that they were--
J burst through the door of the pub and glided accross the floor to Robert.
"What the hell are you doing?" she spat, looking him square in the eye.
"Getting drunk," he said. "I thought that was rather obvious. What I want to know is, what the hell are you doing?"
"Well," she mumbled, less certain of herself. "Ecrisen told me what you were doing and I thought I ought to put a stop to it."
"And what, exactly, am I doing?"
"Well, you're--you're--"
"Exactly. It's not against the law in this state to get a little loaded if I want to."
"DAMN IT, ROBERT, GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! I'll--I'll drive you home. Just get up and get in my car."
"All right, all right," said Robert, getting up from his barstool. "You win. But how'd you get here so fast?
J breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I was walking by the pub. Ecrisen can't go more than three yards away from you, so he was sitting by the pub door."
Robert shut up and let J lead him to her car.
Sam choked back another Pale Ale.
"DAMN IT, ROBERT, GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!"
Lucky bastard, he thought, staring at J's ass. It always seemed to bounce when she was angry. Sam drown the rest of his drink in one large gulp.
"Another Pale Ale down here," he called to Fight Fire With Fire, the barkeep, while watching J and Robert leave together.
"...What were you thinking?"
This shook Robert out of a calm unconsciousness induced by alcohol. He looked over at J.
"What were you thinking?" she said again, more firmly.
"I don't know," said Robert plainly. "I just wanted...something." He just couldn't tell her. Not here, not now, and certainly not like this.
They sat in silence for the rest of the car ride there, until they pulled up in front of 667 Dark Avenue. It was the appartment building every single man stayed in. All the married couples would go to 669 Dark Avenue, all the single women would go to 668 Dark Avenue, and all the people with boyfriends or girlfriends would go to 21 Front Street.
"Well," said J, looking at Robert wistfully. "This is your stop."
Robert shot a glare at Ecrisen, who just glared right back at him.
"It'd be the least I could do if I invited you in for some coffee," Robert said, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Well..." said J. Captiosus bit her leg from inside her pocket. "Oh, all right."
They walked up several flights of stairs in silence. When they reached the right floor, Robert pulled out a keyring that only had one key and fit it into the door. He turned it, turned the knob, and went in.
The place was a mess. It was half kitchen, half living room, with a hallway obviously leading to the bedroom and bathroom. But there was stuff thrown everywhere. It was so bad that you could hardly walk.
"Nice place you got here," said J sarcastically, trying to find the table in the kitchen.
"Thanks," said Robert, starting some coffee.
Captiosus crawled out of J's pocket and onto the table.
"What's up, Captain?" said Robert, looking over his shoulder at him.
Captiosus just yawned and went to sleep. Ecrisen curled up next to him and did the same. Robert sighed and sat down at the table.
"You know," said J, "You're amazingly coherent for the amount of alcohol you've consumed."
"Eh," he said, brushing it off. "My liver's used to it."
They stared at each other. The coffee maker made a loud noise, signaling that their coffee was ready.
"I'll get that," Robert said, happy for an opportunity to break the silence. He got up, poured two cups of coffee, handed one to J, and sat down.
"Thank you," she said. Then they stared at each other.
"J..." said Robert. She put her finger to his lips.
"Don't speak."
They drank their coffee in silence. After fifteen minutes, Robert couldn't take it anymore. He gently uncuffed J's hands from her coffee mug and lead her to the bedroom.
Sam finished up his last beer and stumbled off into the night. He hopped on his motor-cycle and took off at top speed toward 669 Dark Avenue. He swerved in and out of traffic, on sidewalks, through red lights...he just didn't care anymore.
He pulled up, turned off the motor-cycle, and snuck up to bed. He pulled himself under the covers without even waking Trish.
Robert woke up in the morning to the sound of Ecrisen and Captiosus playing Gamecube in the front room. He had one blissful moment before the reality of what had happened last night dawned on him. He rolled over and looked at J.
"Good morning," she whispered to him. Robert was startled that she was awake, but even more startled at what had happened.
"Hey," he said, in a gruff morning voice. "Have you ever woke up after a night of heavy drinking, without any pants on, with your best friend next to you?"
J thought about this for a second. Then she lifted up the cover and took a peek.
"Yes," she said, finally. "Yes, I have."