Welcome Guest
[Log In]
[Register]
| AHS Announcements |
| Staff Announcement
A Mysterious Message! A new skin has been added in honor of the season! Also, Brackenridge Manor has opened it's doors! The butler has some words of warning for you. Cordially, Icarus
|
Main Storyline Information
Current Storyline Thread | |
|
|
||
| Welcome, you are currently not logged in. Without being logged in you are limited to posting in Contact the Staff and the Advertising forum. You are welcome to read as much as you like, but when you are ready to join, go ahead and read the rules and create an account! Create an Account! If you're already a member please log in: |
| Drunkity Drunk; Kris | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 29 2008, 03:53 PM (271 Views) | |
| Cassus | Jun 29 2008, 03:53 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Yar, I be the dread Moderator CassBeard! Yar!
![]()
|
"So what'll be?" Sting scratched at his sparse chin fuzz and examined the menu. Woah, they sure had a lot of different drinks. Sting had never been to this particular bar before, probably because there were other, better bars around, night clubs and such. He'd just noticed this place and decided to pop in and see what they had. And boy, they had a lot. "I dunno..." Sting said to the bartender, who was waiting patiently for Sting to order something. Lots of drinks... But then again, Sting had lots of money. Sting nodded to himself, and smirked. "Alrighty, I'll have one of everything." The bartender gave him a blank look. Sting paused. "Well not all at once," Sting elaborated, "And it'll probably take a few trips I suppose..." -Several Minutes Later- Sting sat in a plush booth in the back of the bar, looking at his table which had a large number of glasses and bottles on it. Wow. Some of the other patrons were giving him strange looks. When you order one of everything off a menu, you don't really think of what it'll be like to actually have one of everything on the menu, especially when it's right in front of you. Hm... Where to start... Sting had every intention of drinking everything there. After all, he'd paid for all of it, and didn't want to waste it. And besides, he was pretty sure his liver could take it. Sting had always been a good drinker. And it wasn't like he had to be anywhere anytime soon, His first date with Alyss wasn't for a few days, plenty of time to let what was surely going to be the worst hang over in the history of man wear off. Sting shrugged his broad shoulders, and leaned back in his seat as he grabbed the nearest glass. He had on a pair of jeans, slightly ribbed at the bottoms, and a tight white T-shirt that clearly displayed the muscles he had worked so hard to achieve. His black jacket lay draped across the back of his seat. Sting eyed the drink, and drunk it down in one big gulp. "Mmm, thats good." He said to himself, and reached for another. This place had some pretty good booze. Might have to start coming here more often, eh? But drinking lots and lots of alcohol was rather boring unless you had somebody to talk to... Edited by Cassus, Jun 29 2008, 04:43 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 29 2008, 09:26 PM Post #2 |
|
Deleted User
|
Bah - a good bar shouldn't have three stories of dance floors with a DJ that insisted upon playing only the most recent over-processed garbage that the pop genre tried to call music! No, a real establishment was determined by the booze they sold, not the appearance of the building or the charge to get in the door. The beer selection at The Dirty Sanchez was what lured in this particular bundle of Irish trouble, namely the presence of the lone kind that she would willingly drink. Hey - no one in her one-on-one explanation of her special permit had ever said that she couldn't drink when she wasn't going to be exclusively focusing on her powers. Not that it would've stopped her, of course... It's not that crowded, something that she is thankful for as she makes her way into the establishment - if anyone tried to sneak a hand up that short little black schoolgirl's skirt of hers (the bottom seam undone and straps hung as always), she'd be able to figure out who it was before putting their lights out. The 'naughty schoolgirl' theme is carried on further by a polo-style shirt made of multi-colored netting that was small-holed enough to keep her decent, the collar made of solid black material that matched the knee-high tights she had pulled on. Mary Jane-style shoes with a three-inch heel complete the outfit - well, if one doesn't count the massive amount of jelly bracelets that adorned her arms, or the black dog-collar around her neck. It's in her approach to the bar that she spots Sting and his table-o-booze; someone with that many drinks in front of them must be a pretty big spender, so to speak - and it wasn't like she was dressed like she was going to the grocer's, meaning that he'd probably be more than happy to foot her tab as well. Over his way she goes, letting her hips roll a little bit more than usual while she chekced out his selection. The vast majority of what Sting had spread out on his table was utter and absolute shit; however, a lone green bottle that was untouched catches her eye. The empties of varying descriptions that were strewn in front of the big (well, compared to her) man were numerous enough that surely he wouldn't miss just one teensy-weensy bottle of Guinness. Pale fingers wrap themselves around the neck of the bottle, Nola picking it up before turning kohl-lined eyes to look at the blond... a grin that straddled the border between mischievous and seductive upon her lips. "How kind o'ye t'buy me a drink." Presumptuous little redhead, wasn't she? |
|
|
| Cassus | Jun 29 2008, 10:06 PM Post #3 |
![]()
Yar, I be the dread Moderator CassBeard! Yar!
![]()
|
Okay, so the first drink was good. Sting didn't know what it was called, but he'd try to find it again later. For now through, he still had a veritable smorgasbord of alcoholic beverages waiting for him, tempting him with their shimmering surfaces and memorable logos. But what should he try next? Sting leaned forward, and shut as his eyes as he dove into the booze feast with his hand, letting fate decide what helped destroy his liver next. The first drink was already kicking in, so he spent a bit more time fumbling around than he should have, but he at last grabbed hold of a thick bottle with moist green glass, and a friendly looking pirate on the front. "Oooh, pirates!" Sting said to himself, and snapped off the bottle cap. "I'm gonna have lots of captain in me!" Sting shut one eye, and tilted his head back to guzzle the frosty drink down. The clicking sound of footsteps alerted Sting after a few deep gulps from the bottle. He chugged down one last mouthful and opened his big blue eyes to see what was up. Maybe his wish for company had come true! Maybe wishing on a bottle of Captain Morgan would grant you wishes. And given the fact that since his arrival at AHS, nothing seemed to be completely impossible, it might be something to look intoooo... Woah, his wish had come true, in possibly the best way. Approaching his booth was the kind of girl Sting would often see in his dreams, and sometimes adult movies. Petite, curvy, with flaming hair and a sultry, teasing smile. She also had the whole "Naughty Schoolgirl" image going on big time. Loose blouse, torn skirt, collar, the works. Sting couldn't quite place it, but she looked foreign, maybe...? "How kind o'ye t'buy me a drink." Whoop, there it was. Irish, definitely. Shoulda known from the red hair, but the thick accent gave it away. Grisl with accents were hot, but not so much with guys, Sting thought. He himself was born in France, but had been trained from birth not to have an accent. Thanks for that one, dad. Really, the only thing it would be good for is picking up chicks who liked French guys, and he could do that just by speaking the language. But girls with accents... hot damn. It might have been the liquor in his bloodstream talking, but this girl was getting even more attractive. Alcohol could be cool like that. "Sure, help yourself to whatever you want," Sting replied cheerfully, motioning with his half-empty glass. "Have a sit, while you're at it, I could use some company." Edited by Cassus, Jun 29 2008, 10:06 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
![]() ZetaBoards gives you all the tools to create a successful discussion community. Learn More · Sign-up Now |
|
| « Previous Topic · Yearbook: 2008 · Next Topic » |
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
9:15 AM Jul 11
|
Hosted for free by ZetaBoards · Privacy Policy









9:15 AM Jul 11