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Sirius O. Black ([info]pad_foot) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-04 20:38:00

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Entry tags:!open, ariadne, eames, juno weasley, rose tyler, sirius black, the doctor (10)

Who: Anyone who fancied coming to Sirius' fantastic birthday party of amazingness.
What: Sirius' fantastic birthday party of amazingness.
When: Around 11 pm tonight.
Where: Sirius' flat.
Rating/Warnings: TBD. Probably excessive drinking and swearing.
Status: In progress, open.

At Hogwarts, Sirius' birthday had always been a period of great celebration. Usually ending with multiple detentions and a severe telling off for four smirking teenage boys in McGonagall's office. After Hogwarts, there had been a war on, and most of Sirius' best friends had been fighting in a secret organization attempting to stop oppression and the dark lord. So gathering everyone together in one place to get completely and utterly bladdered had not seemed like the most intelligent plan. Now Sirius found himself stuck somewhere in between a mad teenage party spilling out into the corridors and a quiet dinner with the Potter family, Remus and Peter. And he didn't mind at all.

The front door of the flat was open, leaving room for people to file in and out as they fancied. Sirius' typical seventies punk music was piping loudly out of one corner, ready to be switched over by whoever happened to be the first to crack. There was an ridiculous amount of drink cluttering up the kitchen, several full ashtrays and a clatter of conversation from the various people who filled the room. One bedroom was firmly locked and warded, while Sirius'  own was open with a small mountain of coats spilling from the bed onto the floor. The flat was warm from having too many bodies crammed into it, even with all the windows open.

Sirius himself stood by one of the said windows, cigarette clamped between his lips, his eyes slightly blurry from the alcohol he and his drinking companion had started consuming rather early in the day. He was chuckling as he and Rose enjoyed some rather slurred conversation.

"Stop wobbling," the animagus told Rose, trying to laugh without dropping the cigarette and creating a small but dramatic house fire. Sirius' eyes narrowed as he poured two rather generous helpings of tequilla into the glasses Rose was holding. putting the bottle down on the window-sill, and taking his drink back from the blonde, plucking the cigarette from his mouth. "Cheers." The glasses clinked together, and on the count of three Sirius threw back his shot of sharp alcohol.

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[info]blaidd_drwg_
2010-11-04 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Rose was drunk. Actually that may be a complete understatement as she found it difficult to stand without swaying slightly so had taken to leaning against the wall. Not that she was complaining, she had spent the afternoon on some sort of pub crawl with Sirius and ended up here where the music was so insane she thought her ears would bleed. But, she would give him a chance to listen to some of it before she went insane and threw a bottle in the general direction of the sound.

But for now she had to concentrate on not dropping the glasses in her hold. Raising her eyebrow at his comment on her wobbling, she glanced at her hands to see if they were moving. Then again nearly everything was moving from time to time when she glanced at them. "I'm not wobbling." She gave him his glass with ease before grinning up at him as he clinked their glasses. "Happy birthday, gorgeous."

With that said, she copied him in throwing back the alcohol, making a face the first time it went down her throat before grinning up at him.

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[info]pad_foot
2010-11-04 11:16 pm UTC (link)
Sirius winced around his own shot, took note of Rose's large, drunken grin, then grabbed two chunks of lemon which had been waiting on the windowsill and pushed one quite inelegantly into her mouth. Sirius laughed, slipped his own between his lips and made an unpleasant gagging noise as the bitter taste of citrus drowned out the tequila's aftertaste.

A moment later, he thoughtfully pulled the lemon back out and flicked the rind away into a corner. The flat, in all fairness, was not as bad as it had been in previous weeks. If you ignored the brightly coloured ink splatters that decorated the walls, ceiling and furniture. Thanks to Regulus, it was dangerously close to habitable. Of course, tomorrow morning would probably be a different story, but Sirius never dwelt on things like that.

"I reckon," he announced, flinging a friendly arm around Rose's shoulders and tilting his head so it rested neatly on top of hers. Sirius continued talking, clouded eyes scanning the busy room. "I reckon this could almost beat my seventeenth birthday. Drunk-drinking-wise."

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[info]blaidd_drwg_
2010-11-05 01:08 am UTC (link)
Before she knew what was happening, Sirius had shoved a bit of lemon in her mouth and she was lucky she had quick reflexes. As the taste hit her, she felt so sick that she worried she was going to just throw up there and then. But she was fine and she quickly placed what was left onto the window sill.

"I'm glad you think this will be better. Clearly, that's because I'm here."

She snuggled up against him, glancing around the room. It was busy, that was something. She needed a good party. She had just noticed two people who looked a little like police officers when a mop of brown hair caught her eyes. Grinning, she slapped Sirius' arse playfully before pulling away.

"I have an alien to entertain. You seem to have company," she said as she nodded in the direction of the two coppers. "I'll see you at some point. Not that you'll remember."

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[info]_ten_
2010-11-05 01:32 am UTC (link)
The Doctor had not felt this restless in years. He normally wasn't the type to settle down, far from it. But this... This was bad even for him. It was annoying him, making him snappy and irritable, spending hours tinkering with the TARDIS as if she wasn't already perfect. This one tiny city. So many places and times he could be in and he was here, stuck. Watching people scurry around and time just slowly drag itself from A to B.

Perhaps it would do him good to get out.

So he stood in a corner, chatting to someone he didn't know, babbling on about physics and numbers and time and space while his companion seemed lost in their own head. He didn't mind. He was speaking more for himself than them. It always helped to say things out loud. Usually the other person was more of a prop. People didn't like people who talked to themselves. It had taken him a long time to work that one out.

He turned in time to see Rose's golden head bobbing towards him, and stopped mid-sentence, offering her a crooked, wide grin through the sea of faces. "Hello!"

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[info]blaidd_drwg_
2010-11-05 01:46 am UTC (link)
Rose completely ignored the person who the Doctor was talking to, who seemed to have wandered off when they realised that he had his attention on her now. At his greeting, she brightly grinned at him before throwing her arms around him, going on her tip toes and pressing her lips against his. God she was pissed. And she loved kissing him. So there, he would just have to deal with her lips on his.

"I am so happy you came."

Of course, she had only pulled her lips away to say those words before she wrapped her arms tighter around him and kissed him again. He would probably taste the alcohol, or at least the taste of lemon, on her lips but she didn't care.

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[info]_ten_
2010-11-05 08:48 am UTC (link)
"Mmmff," The Doctor managed before his words were more or less completely cut off by a blonde throwing herself at him. As much as he loved Rose, and he did. He really did, he couldn't help but notice she'd been acting a bit... odd these last few days. And this was forward even for her. Still, he let himself kiss her back for a moment, before finally slipping his hands down to brace on her upper arms and gently peel himself away.

"You taste of alcohol," he commented, wiping his tongue thoughtfully over his top lip. "And... lemon?" He frowned, both eyebrows coming down for a moment. The Doctor had long since accepted that Rose and her friend would drink themselves stupid when they were together. It was fine. It gave him time to work without her getting bored, and he knew she was having a good time. Not in a way he understood - no monsters, no puzzles and imminent death - but still. The music pumped through the room, and he found himself jumping from one foot to another.

The Doctors eyes floated over her shoulder, landing on a pregnant girl who might be the only other sober person in the room, talking to another who looked... exactly the same. Huh. He frowned again, tongue thoughtfully lodged in the corner of his cheek, and pointed them out to Rose. "Look!"

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[info]blaidd_drwg_
2010-11-05 11:57 am UTC (link)
"That's because I've been out with Sirius for hours. And I just had a tequila shot. Now..."

She had surged up to kiss him again but his gaze was elsewhere. Sighing, she moved slightly so her lips rested on his neck. He wasn't always like this, but he could be. She sometimes tried to get his attention in this specific way when he was focused on something that wasn't her. And he still seemed to be focusesd on something else. She was about to nip at the skin gently when he spoke.

Sighing again, she pulled away and followed the way he was pointing. When they landed on two people who looked incredibly similar. Actually they were the same. Eyes going wide, she tilted her head slightly as she looked at them.

"I know I've be drinking but god, I've not drank so much that I can see double."

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-05 12:01 am UTC (link)
If it hadn't been for the cursed effect of the Halloween candy, Ariadne would probably have been enjoying herself. Loud music and freely flowing alcohol could serve to block out whatever else was bothering her, whether in the student housing in Paris or the dive bars of New York. And there was certainly enough to keep her supplied with both of those at this party.

Instead, she was leaned up against a wall, gazing at the party through entirely too much black eyeliner. A clove cigarette dangled from between her fingers and she sipped desultorily at a cup of some ungodly mixture of alcohol and soda. She couldn't even find Sirius to yell at, and she was stuck at the stupid party like some stupid wallflower. Why had she even bothered coming here anyway?

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-05 05:37 am UTC (link)
Juno had showed up, dressed in her 'Hello, my name is Jonah' sweat shirt concealing her baby bump with plenty of growing room. It was cool of Sirius to have invited her, but it seemed like she was the only one not drinking. Granted, Juno didn't need to drink to make a fool of herself, but still. She felt a tiny bit out of place.

She spotted her double standing rather despondently against one wall with a drink and a cigarette, and wandered over. "So. I guess we really do look alike."

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-05 11:33 am UTC (link)
Ariadne looked Juno up and down, brows drawing together. "Except for the bump, yeah. And your hair's straighter." But those were minor details. Belatedly she realized that the cigarette probably wasn't good for the baby - did cloves count the same? - and stubbed it out. "And we sound alike, too. This is really fucking creepy. No offense."

She took a swallow of her drink and looked past Juno out at the rest of the room. "Plus you keep talking to Regulus on the network, and he's the double of my -- one of the people from my world. Arthur." Yeah, totally smooth, Ariadne, nobody would ever notice your emotional distress.

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-05 06:44 pm UTC (link)
"Ah," Juno surmised, "You and Arthur? And, ah, Mr. Eames?" She'd caught a couple of Eames' references about Arthur in regard to Regulus Black--and it didn't take much to put two and two together. Especially when Juno might possibly been harboring similar feelings regarding the father of her baby and a certain Katrina De Voort.

"Yeah, that is creepy," she said, pulling her attention to the here and now. Paulie and Katrina were irrelevant. "But hey. Accidents happen. I promise I'm not trying to steal your identity."

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-05 08:13 pm UTC (link)
"There is no and," she informed her doppelganger before finishing her drink. "Just them. And Eames doesn't have a double. Thank God for small favors - but I guess I actually could. Supposedly." For a confirmed skeptic, having an incarnation of a supreme deity and angelic figures hanging around was possibly the strangest part about this place.

"I'm not, like, mad at you. It's just weird to watch." Ariadne looked morosely at her empty cup. "And I'm not worried. I can't think of a reason why anybody would want to steal my identity. C'mon, mini-me, let's go get drinks. Juice for you." See, she was totally responsible and caring.

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-05 09:04 pm UTC (link)
"Juice for me," Juno agreed, following Ariadne's lead. "I kinda feel weird to be the only person here who isn't drinking, but you know, I probably get loopy enough with just the sugar rush. I guess I should have expected and party thrown by Sirius Black to be a wild one, huh?"

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-06 12:04 am UTC (link)
"Oh, you're probably not the only sober person," Ariadne said, doing a credible imitation of one herself. But then, she always was surprisingly good at holding her liquor given her size, and she was weaving more to get through the crush of people than because of the alcohol. "But you're right, I can't see Sirius throwing a tea party with finger sandwiches."

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-06 01:19 am UTC (link)
Even sober, Juno had a little more trouble weaving. What she did was more like waddling--though she had a feeling that would get worse before it got better.

"So how long have you been here? And is it always so...bipolar? Zombies one week, and candy the next?"

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-06 01:31 pm UTC (link)
"About three months," she said over her shoulder, elbowing someone aside so Juno could get past. "And yeah, it really is. Right after I got here, everyone was acting like they'd been stuck on Melrose Place or something. And I told you about the time when we all had to confess our secrets. That sucked hardcore."

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-07 03:17 am UTC (link)
Juno laughed, letting out an exaggerated whistle as Ariadne parted the crowd. "You are hardcore," she mused, "I like it. And I guess I'll just have to roll with the punches."

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-07 02:54 pm UTC (link)
"Me? No, just impatient and pushy." Ariadne glanced back at Juno and gave her a half-smile. "That's pretty much all we can do, though. Try to remember that weird shit happens and there's not a lot we can do about it, and just... ride it out, I guess." They'd arrived at the table full of drinks, and Ariadne handed Juno an empty cup before pouring an assortment of liquors into her own. She would probably regret this in the morning. Right now, though, she didn't particularly give a shit.

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-07 05:50 pm UTC (link)
"Still. You seem like the kind of person who wouldn't have any trouble standing up for yourself, and that takes some stones." She shrugged, sloshing a strange concoction of fruit juice and soda pop into her cup. "Pomegranate-Cherry Coke Punch," she announced. "Cheers!"

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[info]dream_bigger
2010-11-05 12:43 am UTC (link)
Eames was having a fantastic time. His cigars were wonderful - he was bullshitting everyone with stories about how they were hand-rolled by gorgeous busty women on almost-deserted Caribbean islands just for him, but everyone knew he was bullshitting them, and he knew they knew, so it wasn't like anyone gave a fuck. He was drinking vodka martinis, but he'd got fed up with all the dicking around with little glasses, so he had a pint glass full of the stuff (and about half a jar of olives) and was wandering around, working the room like a fucking pro. Which he was, but that was neither here nor there.

He kept glancing over at Ariadne, though. More than a bit confused by her behaviour recently, he tried to remember why the fuck she was smoking cloves (because fucking hell, what? If she wanted to smoke, he had Bensons he could give to her, but no, she was on cloves. What the fuck?) or why she'd seen fit to give herself panda-eyes. The answers were not forthcoming, so he drank some more from his pint glass and then grinned at a few other guests. His mobile vibrated as he went to talk to them, so he dug it out of his pocket and grinned even more when he read about who'd arrived downstairs.

He left the room for a while, going down to open the door, and then arrived back with a couple of peelers. He carefully and quietly pointed out Sirius to the WPC, and then melted into the crowd as the two coppers walked right up to where Sirius was.

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[info]pad_foot
2010-11-05 01:25 am UTC (link)
Sirius gave Rose a scowl as she slapped his arse a little too hard to be completely normal, then followed her eye-line to the two policemen pushing their way through the crowd. Which was difficult to do when you'd been drinking for about six hours, but there you go. Never let it be said he was not a pro. Sirius lifted a cigarette thoughtfully to his lips, taking a deep inhalation as the coppers reached him.

The animagus cocked an arched eyebrow curiously, glancing between the man and the woman. (Who, in all honestly, would never catch any criminals with a cleavage like that. She'd be more likely to knock herself out than chase anyone down.) "Alright?" He smirked, then before he knew it Sirius was seated in one of his newly-painted kitchen chairs, looking completely and rather drunkenly confused as the show began.

But it didn't take long for the eldest Black to find his feet again. And it was long after that that Sirius had a bra on his head, looking as proud as if it were a crown, when in fact it rather resembled a pair of lacy earmuffs. Which probably wasn't a good look. He was very grateful when a nameless stranger shoved a pint in his hand.

It was then that Sirius noticed Eames, hiding in the back of the crowd and looking decisively guilty. "You," Sirius bellowed, pointing with the hand holding the pint and rather impressively failing to spill a single drop. "You are a fucking liberty!"

Then someone removed their trousers and he got distracted again, grinning and stretching out casually as catcalls ripped the air.

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[info]dream_bigger
2010-11-08 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Given that he'd told Sirius earlier in the day that he would be providing strippers, he was somewhat surprised that the drunken wizard took so long to work things out and find him. He grinned at his friend and raised his pint glass in a salute, then put two fingers in his mouth and whistled as the policeman lost his trousers and Sirius's grin got even wider. Then he turned away to see what else was going on.

Sirius's blonde friend, Rose, was over talking with her tall lanky friend, but the pair of them were staring over at something or someone else. He followed their gaze and nodded to himself when he saw Ariadne and her young doppelgänger. The fact that he was looking at two versions of what looked to be the same person didn't seem as fascinating to him, but then he'd seen people meeting projections of themselves for a few years now. The differences between Ariadne and Juno were small, but more than obvious to him.

He drank some more of his monster vodka martini, fished out three olives and ate them, and then went over to join the two girls at the drinks table. "Sweethearts! I trust you're both enjoying the celebrations?" he exclaimed, arms thrown wide in case they wanted a welcoming hug from the world's best forger and arranger-of-strippers. He also managed to keep his drink within the glass, but then, he had drank about half of it.

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-08 05:10 pm UTC (link)
Ugh, strippers? So demeaning. To everybody involved. And now Eames was all up in her space, possibly the last person she wanted to see. Ariadne didn't look away from Juno as she rolled her eyes. "I was," she said pointedly, taking a swallow of her drink. Dammit, she'd almost been having fun there for a second.

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-10 09:10 pm UTC (link)
Juno smirked, or rather, grimaced at Ariadne's rather high school reaction to Mr. Eames appearance. She was pretty positive now that Ariadne had a thing for either one or both of the Arthur/Eames duo.

"Something tells me that he's not the type to go away if you ignore him," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm not sure I'm even old enough to be attending this party," she added, nodding her head in the direction of the strip-tease. "Not that it's anything I haven't seen before."

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[info]dream_bigger
2010-11-10 10:33 pm UTC (link)
Wow. Being ignored in stereo. Wasn't that impressive?

No. No, it wasn't. And who the fuck had pissed in Ariadne's cornflakes? Fucking hell. He shot her a puzzled look, then decided to talk to Juno since it would probably involve less glaring and suchlike. He was far too happily drunk to put up with Ariadne's current reason for being bitchy. God.

"Juno, my sweet, you will no doubt be pleased to know that I have selflessly volunteered myself to drink any and all alcohol that ends up heading in your direction. I will gladly put myself through that for you," he rambled, then grinned at her before drinking some more. "Do you need a seat, Juno? Never having actually been a pregnant woman, I'm unsure as to when various bits start aching, so just say if you want a seat. Okay? Good, yes, sorted," he continued, as if she'd even had a chance to reply.

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-10 11:03 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, you..." Juno started to comment on how drunk Eames already was, but he just kept talking. And drinking. "Yeah. Okay." She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm good, thanks for asking."

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-10 11:21 pm UTC (link)
Ariadne huffed out a breath. "You must've, to end up like that," she said, waving vaguely at Juno's belly. Clearly this girl wasn't easily fazed. And she wasn't impressed by Eames's drunken antics either. That meant they were totally going to be friends, right? Right.

"He won't go away, but he'll get really pissed off if we keep doing it, I bet," she continued, taking another swallow of her drink.

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[info]dream_bigger
2010-11-11 12:27 am UTC (link)
What the actual fuck? He frowned and tried to work out what he'd done this time. He'd apologised for the sex, and for shooting at Mal and Arthur, and he didn't think his being a girl had annoyed Ariadne all that much. Had he told one too many awful truths? Or maybe... Was it because he'd died? That was a bit shitty of him, true, but he hadn't wanted anyone else to have to shoot him in the head. Selfless, really. Or was it more stuff like on the rooftop the other day? Fucking hell.

CLEARLY, he needed to get rid of some awkwardness. He put his arm around Ariadne's shoulders, and wasn't she a tiny thing? Oh, did he say that out loud? Shit... Still, she was. Tiny. "Ariadne," he drawled, "why is it that you two look almost identical, right? Like, twins, yes? And you both have names like Ariadne and Juno, it's very mythlogi-... mythal-...Mythy. Even if one's Roman and one's Greek. Ariadne. What do you think?"

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[info]sacredvessel
2010-11-11 02:50 am UTC (link)
"Mythological?" Juno made a face at the pair, not sure if she felt glad, or left out that Eames wasn't snuggling up to her. But then, he didn't know her very well, so that why would he?

"I don't know about Labyrinth Girl," she said, "But Zeus' wife thinks you're drunk." And yes, she got her Greek and Roman mixed up. So sue her.

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-11 09:13 pm UTC (link)
"Zeus's wife is correct," Ariadne said, her face screwing up as she shrugged Eames's arm off. "And the princess of Crete thinks he needs to be a little less handsy with the girl he's already turned down." Oh, crap. She was definitely a little drunk if she was saying that shit out loud. "This place is full of weird coincidences. Who cares?" Great recovery, Ariadne, just great.

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[info]dream_bigger
2010-11-12 11:58 pm UTC (link)
"That word! Yes! You're very clever, mmhmm," he told Juno, then nodded at her very correct assumption. "I should hope I'm drunk, yes. I've spent long enough pouring vodka martinis down my throat, I'd need to be well on my way to being hammered by now. Unless. Unless. What if Sirius's alcohol is broken? Tragedy of epic proportions, that." That was a lot of talking, so he took another drink.

Naturally, that was when Ariadne pushed his arm off of her. Wait, what? What had she said? Handsy? But he wasn't even trying anything on with her! And then she said...

He glanced at Juno for a split-second, then looked at Ariadne with slightly narrowed eyes. "Jesus. Is this about that stuff on the roof?"

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[info]labyrinthine
2010-11-13 12:12 am UTC (link)
"God, you're vile," she said, shuddering. Martinis were disgusting, particularly with vodka in them. She glared back up at him through her heavy makeup, face flushing.

"What? No. Jesus. But if you're going to leave me alone, then you should leave me the fuck alone." That had sounded better in her head.

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