Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-30 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack landors, sam winchester |
Who: Sam and Jack
What: DRUNK THREAD. VERY DRUNK THREAD.
When: the 30ith. Evening.
Where: some little dive bomb place in a not so good side of town.
Warnings: um..IDK it's a drunk thread! Drunken times! Probably not low!
Damned L.A. Damned Powers..Damn Eve. Mostly damn Eve. She was responsible for this. Or at least the tangibly responsible. She'd done so many horrible things but this..this was just. What was this? Jack couldn't really wrap his head around it. His memories had been altered, and the worst part was he remembered after the fact and it hadn't just magically gone away. But hopefully he wouldn't remember anymore, not for long anyway with the way he was planning on drinking. How he and Sam were gonna get home was bound to be interesting but he wasn't really thinking ahead. He wasn't trying to think at all anymore. He just didn't want to. He'd been in his head all day, and damn near had a melt down at the lack of blasters which he still hadn't found. They were nowhere.
That wasn't the real reason for the melt down of coarse, but the truth and the talking wasn't something he was ready for. He was far away from being ready for that part. He'd been married to a lesbian slayer. He didn't know what to feel about it except lots of pride hurt in the aftermath at the board postings and lots of confusion. Lots of headaches. There were many many more things swarming in his head all at once, he couldn't pick them out so what was the best obvious solution to that? The beer in his hand. The harsh warm flavored coppery colored liquid he hadn't tasted in over a year until now. He was already on his third glass.
"They need to make Iv's. Beer Iv's." he smirked slightly as he glanced over at Sam. Technically he wasn't of age..but right now, he couldn't really give a rats ass.