Hayate Ishikawa (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} splitimpulse) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-01-12 09:05:00 |
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Sunday: November 4, 2007
Who: Hayate and Adair
When: 7 P.M.
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Hayate is, dare I say, drunk! Er, slightly buzzed.
Normally, the vampire was not one for celebration, but he was in high spirits as of late and a young man challenged him to a drinking competition. Hayate took the bet, knowing he could out-drink a human if he just ignored the tasteless substance pouring down his throat. Alcohol had little effect on him shortly after his change, and it took a lot to get a vampire drunk. Which posed a problem for anyone wishing to get Hayate drunk, as he did not drink on the basis of not being able to taste the human beverage anymore. At the beginning of his change, he had continued to drink alcohol until the liquid lost its flavor over the years. Eventually, he only drank it for appearances inside of bars. He did not have much of a place in them without a glass in his hands.
He quickly drank the other man under the table and slammed his glass down in victory, calling for a round of alcohol as those who had gathered to watch began to laugh and cheer. The fact that it no longer had any taste was beginning to get fuzzy after all of the mugs he had emptied and left atop the table. While others would be passed out by now, Hayate was pleasantly buzzed and found he could overlook taste for effect. It had been a while since a substance could properly affect him.
It was about thirty minutes after this when a group of people came into The Wine Bar, cheering about their kills earlier in the day. It was something about harpies as far as Hayate could tell. More harpies were dead? Well, that sounded like a victory to him. The vampire was always one to appreciate a slaughter. Hayate raised his fist into the air. "Kill the harpies!" he shouted loudly, and the entire crowd inside of the bar raised their glasses and toasted to his cheer with loud voices rising in unison. "Kill the harpies!" they all shouted together. "Kill 'em all!"
Slamming down his final emptied glass, Hayate turned to the nearest person next to him and planted one right on their lips as he grasped the person's face in his hands. It was not until he pulled away that he blinked and furrowed his brow at the face, which he did not recognize at all. "You're not blonde," Hayate scoffed, having just realized it was not even a woman he kissed but a man — a man he had never seen before in his life.
Who: Hayate and Adair
When: 7 P.M.
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Hayate is, dare I say, drunk! Er, slightly buzzed.
Normally, the vampire was not one for celebration, but he was in high spirits as of late and a young man challenged him to a drinking competition. Hayate took the bet, knowing he could out-drink a human if he just ignored the tasteless substance pouring down his throat. Alcohol had little effect on him shortly after his change, and it took a lot to get a vampire drunk. Which posed a problem for anyone wishing to get Hayate drunk, as he did not drink on the basis of not being able to taste the human beverage anymore. At the beginning of his change, he had continued to drink alcohol until the liquid lost its flavor over the years. Eventually, he only drank it for appearances inside of bars. He did not have much of a place in them without a glass in his hands.
He quickly drank the other man under the table and slammed his glass down in victory, calling for a round of alcohol as those who had gathered to watch began to laugh and cheer. The fact that it no longer had any taste was beginning to get fuzzy after all of the mugs he had emptied and left atop the table. While others would be passed out by now, Hayate was pleasantly buzzed and found he could overlook taste for effect. It had been a while since a substance could properly affect him.
It was about thirty minutes after this when a group of people came into The Wine Bar, cheering about their kills earlier in the day. It was something about harpies as far as Hayate could tell. More harpies were dead? Well, that sounded like a victory to him. The vampire was always one to appreciate a slaughter. Hayate raised his fist into the air. "Kill the harpies!" he shouted loudly, and the entire crowd inside of the bar raised their glasses and toasted to his cheer with loud voices rising in unison. "Kill the harpies!" they all shouted together. "Kill 'em all!"
Slamming down his final emptied glass, Hayate turned to the nearest person next to him and planted one right on their lips as he grasped the person's face in his hands. It was not until he pulled away that he blinked and furrowed his brow at the face, which he did not recognize at all. "You're not blonde," Hayate scoffed, having just realized it was not even a woman he kissed but a man — a man he had never seen before in his life.