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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Mar 28, 2013 14:35:08 GMT
 Weekday evenings were, like, the boring-est times for Alex. Hardly anyone wanted to do something. They had homework or exams or they wanted to catch up on sleep. Weaklings. The lot of them. And then the few that did actually want to get out and find some mayhem had a hard time actually finding somewhere to go. It was always the Gateway or some impromptu party at that run down farm or something. Sure, it had potential to be something entertaining but... nyeeeh. It wasn't really all that great until he got as drunk as a slut. Then things got better.
Last night had been one of those nights and the faerie was still feeling rather tender; his head throbbed and chided him for overdoing it as he waited for yet more painkillers to kick in and kill that whiny bitch in his head. Maybe he wouldn't go out tonight though... it was a lot of effort which with a hangover already annoying him worse than cat hairs on black clothes made it seem even more of an effort. But then, sometimes a hangover was cured with alcohol?
Ugh, whatever. Alex gave a quiet whine, pitying himself and his terrible situation, and scooped more guacamole from the small, glass pot he balanced on his chest. His legs were hanging off one of the tables, kicking idly, a small bag of nachos peering out of his rucksack and the tub of dip sat comfortably on his chest. Only thing that would make this better would be for his headache to go the fuck away already; it was making him short-tempered and angry at the world. Angry enough to kick it in the balls, if the world had balls. If the world was a person... would it be male or female? If it was female, the ball-kicking would be very awkward and... Aether. He was going off on a weird tangent.
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 28, 2013 14:48:36 GMT
Day four of unrelenting guilt: aversion to cigarettes has waned as the memory of smoking 'til I puked begins to fade. Alcohol has also moved from 'fun past time I don't deserve' to 'brilliant method for drowning sorrows'. I've been wearing the same shirt for three days. Too depressed to do laundry.
Milo had been running a sort of prisoner's log for guilt in his head. And really, he was sort of pissed that he felt so bad about the whole thing, too. Because what had he done wrong? He wasn't the one that cheated on his boyfriend and then was stupid enough to tell him about it! He just...y'know...seduced his drunk teacher so he could blackmail him for grades and money...
God, he was the worst.
He wandered into the picnic area, flipping his sunglasses down over his eyes to keep the setting sun out of them. He hated that part of being a vampire. Propping himself against a nice, shady tree, he pulled a flask from his jacket pocket and took a long swig from it. It was cheap stuff, whiskey, but it would do the job just fine. Looking up, he noticed that stupid flamboyant faerie lying on one of the tables. He glowered. "Careful, Alex," he called, a slight slur to his voice. "Vampire's around. Might eat you. Grr." He made a playful show of his human teeth just to make fun of him.
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Mar 28, 2013 15:15:59 GMT
Mmmmm. Nachos and guacamole. Still delicious even if it was some store bought crap. Nothing beat the homemade stuff but... too lazy and too hungover. This was a quick fix. He was guilty of being a nacho junkie. Guilty as charged. Alex stared blankly up at the sky, his jaw slowly working as he chewed on the chip and dip, his amber eyes flitting from cloud to puffy, cotton cloud. His gaze lingered on one that looked a bit like... a snake eating itself? Weeeeeird. But it enticed an amused snort out of him anyway.
Alex was about to reach into his backpack for another small handful of nachos when he heard a voice. A voice that didn't say something he exactly liked. He sat up in an instant with a fluttery thrum of mild panic in his chest, catching the guacamole pot as it tumbled from its snug resting place. But... not before a green blob fell on his trousers, offending and dirty. Fuck. Alex's eyes narrowed to venomous slits. "Tío, ¿qué coño?" He hissed, his head pounding at his sudden lurch to sit up, just prodding his peeve even more. Alex didn't actually know what he was more ticked off about... the guacamole or the fucking vampire. It was a pretty close call.
"Shut the fuck up, vampire," he barked, his voice a touch raspy, as he scooped the glob of dip with his finger. "I'll cut you." Milo's playful show of teeth wasn't exactly playful in his eyes. Alex's eyes snapped over to the creature and looked him over... "Are you... drunk?"
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 28, 2013 15:21:54 GMT
Oh, man, this guy was such a freaking train wreck. Milo was fairly certain that people like Alex were put on this earth just to amuse the rest of them while he flailed about uselessly. He laughed while the faerie tried to get himself together. He sounded like he'd been out on his knees all night.
Was he drunk? Maybe. Certainly on his way. Milo gave a lazy shrug in response, slurred, "What's it to you, Señor Paranoia?" He took another hearty swig at his flask and leaned back against the tree, legs stretched out in front of him. "Y'know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were sort of racist, dude. Not like I chose to be this way. I'm just a snack gone wrong." He thought about that with a frown. "Y'know, if anyone should be afraid of vamps, it's me. I'm the one who's actually gotten bit."
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Mar 28, 2013 16:33:02 GMT
Alex took that as a yes. The vampire was drunk. And he placed a bet that whatever he was drinking was in that flask. Alcohol slowed pretty much everyone's movements but... vampires were still pretty swift on their feet so Alex wasn't about to take any chances. He stayed perched on the edge of the picnic table, watching Milo with wary eyes, still alert and much more awake now.
"I'm not a racist." Alex growled, knowing that it wasn't rare for him to come off as one anyway. But he wasn't one! He just... held a strong dislike for anything with too-sharp teeth? And was shit scared of them. But no one could know that. "Sucks to be you then, don't it?" His voice lacked any sympathy whatsoever. He honestly didn't give two fucks whatever Milo was being he'd gotten turned, be it human or even a fellow faerie. What mattered was what he was now. And right now he was a vampire that needed to feed on blood.
"Yeah but why would y'be scared? Ain't nothin' gonna bite y'now. Y'already been bit." Alex scoffed, slipping his guacamole covered fingertip in his mouth and screwing the cap on the tub with the other. Nothing was going to bite him ever, he wasn't going to be as stupid as Milo and let it happen.
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 28, 2013 19:23:47 GMT
Alex was totally racist. Milo would not be convinced otherwise. He just snickered at the protests and slumped down a little lower against the tree, flask disappearing into his jacket pocket again. "Yeah, yeah, sure. S'okay, I'm racist against stupid little pussies, so we're even."
Milo rubbed his eyes, trying to get the world into focus a bit more. Maybe he should have gone a little slower with the whiskey. "Naw," he assured the faerie. "Nothing to be scared about. It's not so bad, y'know, getting bit. Well, except the oh-God-I'm-gonna-die bit and then the excruciating pain. But other than that..." He laughed. "Actually saved my life. I was gonna die, but noooo, now I'm all toothy goodness."
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Mar 28, 2013 21:05:51 GMT
Not so bad. Not so bad, he said! Hah! Alex actually gave a cold scoff of laughter at that bit. He hoped that was a failed attempt at sarcasm or something because Alex really wasn't up for the 'God-I'm-gonna-die' and the 'excruciating pain' parts. Not that he planned to get bit any time soon and, if that, ever. His blood was an precious elixir that no one was gonna try if he had any say about it.
But... when Milo mentioned he was already going to be bite before getting bitten... his interest piqued like the nosy bitch he was. Milo got himself a curious head tilt from Alex and everything. "How does'sat one work out?" He inquired. A vampire bite saving someone's life. "I wouldda rather died, like." Totally. Alex would pick death over being bitten and saved. Life as a moldy vampire? Ew, no gracias. He wrinkled his nose at the mere thought of it.
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 29, 2013 16:26:19 GMT
Milo's slouching against the tree was a progressive exercise, speeding up exponentially. Suddenly, he found himself lying on his back on the ground, staring up at the tree branches above him. Sometimes...sometimes he just felt like he was meant to be lying down. Like now.
For some reason, even now that it wasn't his personal grim reaper, the big A-word was still sort of hard to face for Milo. So instead of explaining the real reason, he shrugged and fished his flask out again. "Was livin' on the streets. Somethin' woulda got me eventually. Gangs. Disease. Angry pimps. Y'know, the usual stuff."
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Mar 29, 2013 18:45:29 GMT
Ewwww. This guy had been roughing it on the streets? No wonder he was so... crude and abrasive. Hell, he still looked like one kinda. What with his scruffyish clothes, grossly slouched position, general tiredness and, of course, his drunkenness and the flask he was carrying about. Alex bet, that if he got close enough, he'd smell unwashed too. "Yeah. Usual stuff." He scoffed in sarcasm, eyeing Milo as he pulled out his flask once again.
Still watching him carefully - you could never be too sure - Alex slipped his hand into his skinny jeans' back pocket and fished out a slightly squashed carton of cigarettes. "So what the fuck's bitin' you now then?" He asked on a whim, noticing how Milo's attitude was less prickly than the other day on the roof. "You ain't half lookin' like a sorry ass." What? He did? Alex snorted amused and slipped a tab out, lipping it and raising a shaped eyebrow at the puddle of vampire at the bottom of the tree.
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 30, 2013 23:33:41 GMT
The ground was actually really comfortable out here. When there was grass in the city, it was usually mostly dirt with a thin sprinkling of sickly looking green. This was...cushy. God, if only he'd been homeless here instead of the capitol of Concretesville. Heh. Concretesville.
He took a small swig with his eyes closed, then peeked one open to look at Alex again. "Now?" He snorted and kept chuckling until he'd nearly forgotten what he was laughing about. Milo shook his head, trying to get his thoughts together. "Slept with someone I shouldn'a. Teacher. Boyfriend. Now everyone hates me 'n the scary pregnant chick is out to get me. Not like I was the one that cheated. I just bent over. Hell, he's the one people should be mad at."
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