too nice to have his display name bastardized (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hopped) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} foltlins,@ 2008-10-18 02:32:00 |
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lolololloollsdfhs drunk.
Who: LINDY AND DAX
When: OCTOBER 18 1978 EARLY MORN
Where: JACK AND LINDY'S FLAT SO JACK CAN HEAR THE SEX
What: DRUNK
Why: CAUSE WE ARE :D
As a rule, Lindy did not drink. This was because as a rule, when Lindy got drunk he was A Bad Drunk and got, at turns, mopey, pessimistic, and temperamental. Lindy did not like any of these moods, so he tended to stick to chainsmoking. However, every now and then would come a magical night when Lindy was in exactly the mood where drinking would make his spirits soar, and tonight had been one of those nights.
Oh, had tonight ever been one of those nights.
Naturally Lindy had gotten Jack to encourage him, as Lindy's closest alcoholic friend. There had been a gathering of various persons of high importance, and a lot of drinking, and then more drinking, and then some more drinking. Lindy had toasted to an extraordinary number of things. At some point, he had had an intense 3 minute discussion with Benjy of the nazis and why they should get fucked. Now, having successfully made an ass of himself on a public forum, he was looking for Dax.
"Fuck the nazis," he said by way of greeting, having stumbled over to the general area of Dax and sitting heavily down beside him, letting himself fall sideways onto Dax's shoulder because he leaned on Dax at the best of times and these, my friends, were the best of times.
Who: LINDY AND DAX
When: OCTOBER 18 1978 EARLY MORN
Where: JACK AND LINDY'S FLAT SO JACK CAN HEAR THE SEX
What: DRUNK
Why: CAUSE WE ARE :D
As a rule, Lindy did not drink. This was because as a rule, when Lindy got drunk he was A Bad Drunk and got, at turns, mopey, pessimistic, and temperamental. Lindy did not like any of these moods, so he tended to stick to chainsmoking. However, every now and then would come a magical night when Lindy was in exactly the mood where drinking would make his spirits soar, and tonight had been one of those nights.
Oh, had tonight ever been one of those nights.
Naturally Lindy had gotten Jack to encourage him, as Lindy's closest alcoholic friend. There had been a gathering of various persons of high importance, and a lot of drinking, and then more drinking, and then some more drinking. Lindy had toasted to an extraordinary number of things. At some point, he had had an intense 3 minute discussion with Benjy of the nazis and why they should get fucked. Now, having successfully made an ass of himself on a public forum, he was looking for Dax.
"Fuck the nazis," he said by way of greeting, having stumbled over to the general area of Dax and sitting heavily down beside him, letting himself fall sideways onto Dax's shoulder because he leaned on Dax at the best of times and these, my friends, were the best of times.