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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 29, 2008 20:22:57 GMT -5
" Pink elephant?" Scaramouche questioned, raising an eyebrow at Mustapha, who was swaying slightly and giggling. She's completely wasted after just one beer, she thought, shaking her head.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 30, 2008 0:39:39 GMT -5
"Yeah... he's right there! What are ya? Blind?" She said pointing a floppy hand over at the bar.
Much to their amusement, the 'pink elephant' was actually Gaz.
She giggled and then fell backwards off the chair, rolling on the floor laughing some more.
"Loosen up Scaramouche, you look as stiff as a board!"
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Post by KT on Dec 30, 2008 4:03:14 GMT -5
''Holy crap, Pop you're such an idiot'' Streets exclaimed pushing Pop away from her to make sure he wasn't gonna force any alcohol own her throat. ''Have you gone insane?'' she hissed. Streets had taken it upon herself to take care of the younger bohemians and she hated it when stuff like this happened. She glared at Mustapha who was clearly not able to resist all the alcohol and then turned back to Pop, she pushed him backwards until he was standing against the bar.
She was furious how could anone do someting like that. Even though they were bohemians there were still some unwritten rules an one of tem stated that no-one should give alcohol to any of the younger bohemian.
Streets made a fist and turned slightly around so she could see Scaramouche. ''What do you want me to do'' she asked the purple haired bohemian. Her eyes still shooting flames.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 30, 2008 7:47:14 GMT -5
"Loosen up Scaramouche, you look as stiff as a board!"
Scaramouche rolled her eyes and grabbed Mustapha by her arm to prevent her from running off and doing some drunken stunt.
" Let me see you say that to my face again when you sober." she snorted.
She watched as Streets completely flipped out on Pop and shoved up against the bar, then turned o face her, her eyes filled with anger.
''What do you want me to do''
" Well, you could help me take Drunkie here back to her room." she said, pointing down at Mustapha, who was saying on the spot and giggling like a nutter.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 30, 2008 17:59:19 GMT -5
Mustapha glared at Scaramouche. "I will have you know my name is not Drunkie...it's...er...it's...." She thought for a moment, biting her lip.
"It's Mustapha! AHA! Beat you to it!!!" she yelled at no one in particular.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 30, 2008 19:13:26 GMT -5
Scaramouche rolled her eyes and grabbed Mustapha by her arm, beginning to drag her out of the bar.
" Of course it is Phapha." she said.
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Post by KT on Dec 31, 2008 8:41:35 GMT -5
Streets gave Pop a little push and then turned around. Following Scaramouche and Mustapha out of the room. Grabbing Mustapha's free arm and holding it thightly.
''Let's get you into bed''
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 31, 2008 17:30:01 GMT -5
Streets and Scaramouche began leading Mustapha out of the bar.
"What parties over?" She slurred, barely keeping her head up. She let her legs flop, so Streets and Scaramouche really had to drag her out.
"I don't want to go to my bed! I hate that place! I'm always alone! I hate it, I hate it I HATE IT!" She moaned, echoing through the halls.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 31, 2008 18:21:38 GMT -5
Scaramouche sighed and shook her head. It was best just to agree with Mustapha right now.
" I know Phapha." she said soothingly as they dragged her down the hall. " Why don't you stay in mine and Gaz's room tonight? Gazza can sleep on the floor!"
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 1, 2009 3:00:25 GMT -5
Mustapha thought hard, her head drooping a little.
Then she perked up, "Yay! No Loud Noises and Bed creaking!" She said a cheeky glint in her eye. Normally she would get in huge trouble for talking about THAT.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 1, 2009 10:38:59 GMT -5
Scaramouche felt her cheeks heat up and she glanced over at Streets then narrowed her eyes down at Mustapha.
" Well if it bugs you so much, why don't you get some earplugs!" she spat, forgetting for a moment that Mustapha was so drunk she would barely make any sense of what she was saying.
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Post by KT on Jan 1, 2009 13:47:15 GMT -5
"Yay! No Loud Noises and Bed creaking!"
Streets grinned at Scaramouche and caught her glare. ''No, worries Mouche I'll just keep my mouth shut.'' She turned her head down and looked at Mustapha. ''You sure you want her sleeping in your room tonight.'' Streets said with a smile.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 1, 2009 15:51:37 GMT -5
''No, worries Mouche I'll just keep my mouth shut.''
Scaramouche rolled her eyes. " Yeah you better!" she growled.
''You sure you want her sleeping in your room tonight.''
She nodded once. " At least I'll be able to keep an eye on her and make she she doesn't go sneaking back into the bar."
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 1, 2009 17:06:33 GMT -5
"naw, c'mon 'miss mouche' its a party! I'm a bass player...Pop says they have to stick around and wait for any guys to-"
She stopped there remembering what Pop said and how embarrassing it was, she may be drunk BUT she still knew that Pop was a nutter.
"Either way, I can handle my drink just fine mind you, I doooooooooooo not need to go to bed! The idea itself is ridiculous!!" She tried her best to sound sober but she couldn't stop slurring.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 1, 2009 17:15:23 GMT -5
Scaramouche raised an eyebrow at Mustapha.
" Oh really?" she asked " I seem to recall a certain pink haired girl named Mustapha who had once gotten drunk and ended up being sick as a dog later that night. And I also seem to recall that it was me who had to take care of her while she was throwing up all over the place!" she stated as they stopped in front of her's and Galileo's room and she kicked the door open, dragging Mustapha in and forcing her to lay down on the bed.
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