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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 27, 2008 20:15:46 GMT -5
Scaramouche hummed to herself as she walked into the bar. It was crowded, as it usually is every night and the Bohemians all let out a drunken cheer when she walked through the door.
" Tis the Bad-Arsed Babe!" Bob the Builder slurred, raising a bottle in salute.
" Oh shut up!" she barked, rolling her eyes but she was grinning slightly.
She walked over behind the bar and grabbed a bottle, ignoring Pop's drunken protests about him being the barkeep and it was his job to serve everyone.
Seating herself at a small table, the bad-arsed babe cracked open the bottle and took a long swig from it, smirking as she watched Jackson Five dance around on another table with a bowl on her head.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 27, 2008 22:23:55 GMT -5
Mustapha drummed her fingers on the floor in her room. She was in there by herself as usual. It sucked not being old enough to drink.
She gave up trying to draw a picture with her two coloured pencils (pink and green, her favourite) and she decided to go to the bar, she may be the only sober one, but it sure as hell beat moping about in her tiny room.
She walked into the bar room and there were some cheers but she ignored them, she was sure it was just an effect of the booze and that the bohemians would cheer even if the killer queen walked through that doorway right now.
She saw Scaramouche looking relatively sober so she quickly hopped over her pigtails jumping.
"Scaramouche!" She said, her voice jumping slightly as she hopped over cliff richard's body.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 28, 2008 10:45:19 GMT -5
Scaramouche continued to watch in amusement as Jackson Five did a drunken attempt at a pirouette and fell right off the table, emitting howls of laughter from the Bohemians. The bowl rolled across the floor and stopped at the door. She looked up when she heard someone call her name and she spotted Mustapha coming towards her, having to jump over a passed out Cliff Richard.
"Hey Phapha. Come have a seat." she said, nodding towards her and patting the stool next to her with her gloved hand. She then narrowed her eyes. "You still can't have a drink though." she warned.
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Post by Sid Vicious on Dec 28, 2008 10:54:39 GMT -5
Sid rolled her eyes as she dropped into a seat near Scaramouche's table, swigging from her own bottle. "Don't be such a spoil sport, 'Mouche" she said, frowning slightly. "Never know, she might be able to drink even you under the table" she grinned, fighting back a snort.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 28, 2008 11:03:24 GMT -5
Scaramouche snorted and rolled her eyes, taking a gulp from her drink. Mustapha had indeed tried drinking once before and she had ended up getting completely hammered and very sick that night. She doubted that the younger girl would even dare to challange any of the older Bohemians to any sort of drinking challange.
"That would be the day." she scoffed, shaking her head and taking another swig from her bottle.
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Post by KT on Dec 28, 2008 13:54:56 GMT -5
Streets walked into the bar. It was already quite busy as usual. She walked over to the bar.
''Just a coke'' she said, ignoring Pop's comments about needing your daily alcohol fix, streets walked over to one of the smaller tables in the corner and sat down on a wobbly chair, overlooking the rest of the bohemians.
Most of them were already far gone due to the alcohol. Streets grinned as Jackson5 tried to dance on top of the table but fell off. Then Scaramouche's table caught her eye. Streets picked up her drumsticks and walked over to the other table. She pulled a chair to the table and sat down.
''Hey, Scara. Sorry 'bout this moring. I didn't mean to wake you up'' she tapped a little rythem on her armrest and gave a her a shy smile.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 28, 2008 13:58:40 GMT -5
" Mmmmn." Scaramouche mumbled, drinking some more. Placing the bottle down on the table, the bad-arsed babe glared at Streets. " Just don't do it ever again. "
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Post by KT on Dec 28, 2008 14:05:39 GMT -5
''I won't, trust me'' streets grinned. Her fingers crossed. ''I'm sorry but I can't promise anything, I mean it's like a must do for me in the morning.''
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Post by Sid Vicious on Dec 28, 2008 14:13:29 GMT -5
"Waking everyone up at stupid o'clock is a 'must do' for you?" Sid asked, eyebrows raised. She shook her head, laughing slightly. "Just watch it, not all of us are good in the mornings, and I'm sure someone's just started sleeping with a tennis racket under their pillow" She grinned, drinking from the bottle in front of her.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 28, 2008 14:17:51 GMT -5
Scaramouche laughed at that and took another swig from her drink.
" Woah! Woah! Watch out for Sidders in the morning, she'll bite your head off!" she snorted, holding her hands out in front of her and shaking her head. It felt like her drink was beginning to go to her head.
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Post by KT on Dec 28, 2008 14:28:59 GMT -5
''Well, as soon as it becomes a baseball bat I guess I have to start watching out'' Streets grinned at Sid. ''And you know, no insult intended here, but if you guys would drink a tiny tad less you wouldn't have any problems with it either.'' Streets said once again smiling a little bit. Taking a sip from her coke.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 28, 2008 14:35:07 GMT -5
Scaramouche paused from raising her bottle to her lips and glared at Streets.
" Hey, we're Bohemians! Drinking is a part of the job description!" she said gesturing around the bar with her free hand then took another gulp from her drink.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 28, 2008 23:10:05 GMT -5
Mustapha grinned watching the guys battle it out about alcohol and mornings. She smirked, and giggled, her eyes dsarting around the table.
Suddenly someone reached out and popped a beer bottle in her mouth.
The liquid poured down her throat before anyone could agrue, and she choked, coughing up as much as she could.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 29, 2008 8:58:25 GMT -5
Scaramouche paused from her rantings when she noticed Pop sneak over to their table and shoved a bottle into Mustapha's mouth, forcing her to chug it down. The small girl began to cough and choke.
" Oi!" she shouted angrily, jumping up out of her chair and marching over to the old librarian. " What do you think your doing!?" she spat, giving him a harsh shove. She then turned back to Mustapha and patted her on the back to help with her coughing.
" Phapha, are you okay?"
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 29, 2008 18:43:21 GMT -5
"phapha, are you okay?"
Mustapha watched as the room began to blur and spin slightly. She binked hard, and yet nothing would change. "Oh geez..." She mumbled as she tried to get up but fell back into her seat.
She burst into a fit of hysterics, giggling at blank space.
"Scaramouche...do me a f-f-favour...and tell the p-p-pink elephant to stop dancing on the -b-b-bar...."
She giggled even more at Scaramouche's quzzical expression.
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