badasspatrol (badasspatrol) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-06-26 01:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2015-09-10, coyote, coyote and liah, liah |
Drinking Contest.
Who: Coyote and Liah.
Where: the 12th floor hall, then the roof, then the lounge
When: late morning
Goooood... life was so boring without like... electricity and stuff. Though they got some lights on, which was kinda cool! Yay, lights. ...aw, fuck it. As bored as he was, Coyote was not gonna get hyped up about lights. If he wanted lights, then he'd point up at the sky at the giant fucking sun. Biggest light of 'em all.
So instead he played catch with himself. He stood at one end of a hallway, and threw a ball, surfing through the shadow to the other side and doing the same thing. It entertained him for a little bit, but it made him kinda dizzy traveling back and forth. So after about... five minutes or so of that, he stepped out and fell on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
Maaan... he needed someone to hang out wit-- As soon as he thought that, another idea came into his head. One that filled him with glee and happy.
He got his crowbar and energetically skipped to the twelfth floor, standing to the side and melding into the wall.
Hee.
There were times when Liah got extremely bored here, but today wasn't one of them. Once she'd gotten up and had breakfast out of what food they had in the suite, she'd spent some time doing those lovely girlie maintenance things that had to be done, like shaving and plucking her eyebrows and exfoliating her heels. She'd shivered her way through a shower and washing her hair-- she really needed to make friends with the dude who could heat things up with his mind so she could get him to boil her some damned water-- and once her hair had mostly dried, she decided to go up to the roof to see if there was any sun to be found. She knew it was cool out, just from what she could see out the window, so she dressed in jeans and a t-shirt instead of her usual shorts and tank top.
Liah headed out of her room, walking through the door into the hallway; she hardly ever bothered to actually open a door anymore unless she was with someone else.
Coyote could wait! ...sort of. It would all be totally worth it if her reaction is what he hoped it to be. If it isn't... well, he'd be disappointed, but at least he could still harass her. Was better than playing catch with yourself. (God that was lame.)
Oh, oh, there she was! While he waited, he'd been thinking of how to execute his plan. Should he stalk behind her and let her notice him herself? Or should he leap out of the wall and scare the shit out of her?
...the latter sounded more fun!
So as soon as she walked in front of his wall, he leapt out at her. "Surprise!"
Liah's mind was a million miles away. She'd been daydreaming, thinking about random things-- among them how Rowan looked naked, yes-- and the absolute last thing she'd expected was to have someone suddenly yell and appear in front of her. He did scare the shit out of her, although fortunately not in any literal sense. She stumbled backward, an undignified squawk coming out of her mouth, and she actually fell through the nearest wall, half of her body disappearing into it.
As soon as she could manage it, she was up on her feet again, her face fire-engine red. "What the fuck are you doing?" she screeched at him. "Out here like some big, lurky--." She was winding up to hit him, but luckily she decided against it even in her fury. It was one thing to playfully punch someone and quite another to do something that might get out of hand. "You're a prick," she finished up, pushing past him and stalking toward the stairs.
Oh, oh man! Coyote couldn't help but burst out laughing, ahhhh he couldn't breathe ahahaha... Oh geez. That was worth it. Seriously. The whole waiting... he'd do it again. Hahaha, he freaked her out so bad she went through the wall... heh. He wanted to reply, but he couldn't choke out any words in between his laughter as he followed behind her up the stairs.
After a few more moments though, he calmed down and took a deep breath, wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Just thought I'd say hi while I was in the neighborhood... Ahhh... ahaha... oh man, your face was awesome."
Liah hated anyone trying to make her look stupid, and he'd succeeded... and the fact that he was laughing at her didn't help matters any. She actually opened the door to the roof instead of walking through it, just so she could slam it against the outside wall and hope that it hit him as he followed her up. If he'd get close enough, she might just push him off the roof! Once outside, she crossed her arms and glared out at what she could see from up here, which was mostly just the roofs of buildings.
"Fuck off," she snapped when he told her her face was awesome. "You could've hurt me if I couldn't melt through walls, dumbass." Man, it had been a long time since she'd been this pissy at anyone.
Awww... Coyote felt a little bad. Sort of. Not super bad, because it was still funny as hell, but aw. Look at her. So cute when she was pouty. Just wanted to pinch her little cheeks.
Well, if it made her happy, he did sort of run into the door. He was too busy laughing and couldn't see she closed the door on his face. He pushed open the door after a moment.
"Aw, but then I'd kiss your boo-boos and and make sure you feel all better." He grinned cheekily.
Liah whirled around, fully aware that he was baiting her and she was letting him get by with it, but unable to stop herself, anyway. "You're just asking for me to take that crowbar and bash in your skull with it, aren't you?" she said. Right. She was a ton shorter than him and didn't have super strength or anything, so it wasn't very likely, but just thinking about it made her feel better. "You try to kiss anything on me, and I'm coming into your room in the middle of the night with a box cutter and slicing your lips off," she added. "Count on it."
It couldn't be good for her blood pressure to get this annoyed, but Coyote seemed to be good for that. He'd definitely gotten the upper hand on her this time, and she hated that, too.
Dayumn. He really made her mad, didn't he? Awww... okay, well he'll be a nice guy about it. Coyote offered out his crowbar with a grin and offered: "If you really want to, you can. I'll give this one to you?" See! What a nice guy. So generous.
"Please don't come into my room at night with a box cutter. I think I might actually start sleeping with my door clo--oh, damn." He said, remembering what her power was. "Well, I guess I shouldn't stay too attached to my lips then, huh?"
Having him offer the crowbar to her took all the fun out of it, and Liah continued to look pouty before shaking her head at him. "I'd hate to take away your phallic symbol," she said, rolling her eyes. Overreacting a little, Rainey, her brain spoke up, and she tried to calm herself from her shrieking, harpy-like rage. It was just Coyote. Getting mad at him for being a 'tard was kind of like getting mad at the sun for rising or the wind for blowing.
She smiled a little as he remembered what she could actually do if she wanted to. "Shouldn't get too attached to anything you wouldn't want to have cut off." Then she walked a yard or so to the edge of the roof and sat down next to the concrete rim that kept you from falling right off the side.
Usually, that'd bother Coyote a lot. Because damn it, he was not compensating for anything with his crowbar! He just liked hitting things with a metal stick--and he meant that without innuendo! Couldn't he just be allowed to be cool?
But this time, he was sooo not gonna lose his cool, because he had the upper hand, ha!
...though, he winced a little at her threat. That was so not nice. He followed after her, staying a foot or so away. "Kinky?" he smirked.
"That'd be kinky in a serial killer kind of way," Liah said, one arm resting loosely over her bent knees and the other reaching up to scrunch her still-damp hair. "On second thought I guess I'll pass. I've seen enough gory shit in the past few weeks." Who hadn't? Anyone who was still alive now had seen things they'd never, ever be able to forget. She breathed in fresh air, feeling a little better already. Glancing over at Coyote, she gave him a smirk of her own as she asked, "So how long were you out there in the hallway like a stalker?" He'd have no way of knowing when or if she was coming out, after all.
Hmm... yeah, he supposed she was right. Coyote was so not into that kinda fetish. Like were awesome for that. Now that she thought about it, it was probably boring to sit around on the roof too, but there was the heart-pounding excitement of watching out for flying monsters. Heh.
"Why don't you sit down or something?" she added, her nose wrinkling. "You're like, looming over me. Makes me nervous."
He was really that bored. But it was totally worth it! Life was way more fun with other people. "I missed you," He said with mock-innocence.
"I already have manly muscles." Coyote grinned, flexing and pretending that he was muscular hot shit. Well, pretending he was muscular. Because he didn't have to pretend he was hot shit. Oh yeah.
"I guuueeeess..." He sat and laid down on the floor. "Why's it make you nervous? S'not like I'mma hit you with my crowbar or anythin'."
"Isn't that sweet." Liah rolled her eyes a bit when he said he'd missed her. Really, the kid was impossible, like some big, goofy puppy dog. Even when he was annoying, there was something likable about him. She had to laugh when he flexed like some junior-grade bodybuilder, but there wasn't any meanness in it. It was just funny, and this was definitely more entertaining than being up here by herself. Even if he had scared her half to death a few minutes ago.
"Because when you're standing up and I'm sitting down, you're like a billion feet taller than me. Puts a crick in my neck looking up. You can't talk to someone like that." She pulled her knees up and propped her chin on them, because it was comfortable.
Coyote would have to agree that being up here was way better than playing catch with himself. And he didn't mind her so much, anymore! (Probably because he was the one that made her mad this time... but they were getting better at this whole civil business.)
"I can massage you if you'd like." He grinned, though he was pretty sure that she didn't want his hands on her at all. He lifted his arms up and made a grabby motion with his hands.
"Wow, that sounded dirty." Liah snickered. "I think I'd better just massage myself." And hey, that sounded kind of dirty, too. Maybe she was a pervert. She lifted one hand to rub at her neck, keeping her chin propped on her knees. It was awesome to be up here in the fresh air instead of inside, she thought. She'd have to remember to watch for monstery things swooping in from the sky, which Coyote would try to fight with his crowbar. Silly boy. "So what've you been doing besides sneaking up on people?" she wanted to know.
Heh heh heh. Coyote grinned at that, cackling a little. Oh, how he enjoyed being nineteen and a pervering better at this whole civil business.)
"I can massage you if you'd like." He grinned, though he was pretty sure that she didn't want his hands on her at all. He lifted his arms up and made a grabby motion with his hands.
"Wow, that sounded dirty." Liah snickered. "I think I'd better just massage myself." And hey, that sounded kind of dirty, too. Maybe she was a pervert. She lifted one hand to rub at her neck, keeping her chin propped on her knees. It was awesome to be up here in the fresh air instead of inside, she thought. She'd have to remember to watch for monstery things swooping in from the sky, which Coyote would try to fight with his crowbar. Silly boy. "So what've you been doing besides sneaking up on people?" she wanted to know.
Heh heh heh. Coyote grinned at that, cackling a little. Oh, how he enjoyed being nineteen and a pervert. And it was even better when there was someone else to share it with! There was nothing worse than having a that's what she said moment, and having to stuff your fist in your mouth 'cause it was totally wrong place, wrong time.
"Nothing reaaally..." He pouted, complaining. "I was playing catch with myself earlier... that lasted about like... five seconds. We need to find some shit to do in this place. Can't stand it." He rolled around on the roof restlessly, flailing a little.
"Playing catch with yourself," Liah repeated, her eyebrows arching. "That sounds thrilling." Should she tweak him about playing with himself, or had the conversation degenerated enough? Even if she didn't say it, what she was thinking was probably clear in her expression. "Hey, at least we're alive," she argued just for the sake of playing devil's advocate. "But yeah, it's boring. I got drunk a few days ago, but that even gets kind of dull." She never would've thought she'd tire of a supply of free booze, but did she really want to pickle her liver when there probably weren't many doctors left anymore?
Oh, Coyote had already thought of the 'playing catch with himself' in a dirty way... But hell, that would've been more fun than what he was actually doing. Sigh.
Bleh. He supposed she had a point... but being alive sucked when there was no living involved.
"Oh?" He rolled over onto his stomach and looked at her at the mention of alcohol. He grinned, "I bet you're all kinds of crazy drunk." And to be honest, he wanted to see! Drunk people were always entertaining, hell he'd join in. That'd be even better! "Drinking contest?"
Oh, my God. Did he really just say that? Liah brightened instantly. Despite liking the fresh air on the roof, the notion of something to do that wasn't just sitting around caught her attention. Especially when it was something that involved competing with Coyote, her arch-nemesis... or whatever he was to her now. She could get a little loopy when she'd been drinking, sometimes belligerent, sometimes overly flirty. It just all depended on what she was drinking and how much. "I will so fucking take you down!" she exclaimed, hopping to her feet, a grin on her face.
Hell yeah! Coyote pushed himself up to his feet. He was so hella ready for this. He was pumped! He was totally gonna own her at this drinking contest and then he'd have another one up on her! Hahaha! It didn't even occur to him that he'd be getting drunk as well, but oh well! He's heard that he's a pretty awesome drunk. And this was all for fun and games anyway, right? No one was keeping score!
Riiiight.
"Bring it on!" He laughed. Oh God, he was so excited for this. Alcohol, competition, and getting a girl drunk... totally made for a good schedule.
"Let's go!" Liah couldn't get there soon enough now that they had a plan in place. She tugged at his wrist and then let go, heading for the door to the stairwell. She hurtled through it without opening it and began the process of trying to get down stairs while keeping her flip flops on her feet, which wasn't all that easy at the speed she was going. Why couldn't she fly like Rowan, dammit? Oh yeah, 'cause she didn't have wings. That made sense. Twelve flights of stairs to the main level, sheesh.
Coyote grinned, following after her. He was kind of surprised that she tugged at his wrist, to be honest--he'd imagine that the only times she'd even touch him would be to smack him up the head.
He opened the door and ran down after her--this was way too much work, and they couldn't wear themselves out before the actual competing started, right? Right. Once he caught up with her, he flashed her a big smile as if to say check this out, and reached out for her hand before pulling her into the shadows with him.
Liah's mouth had opened so she could ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but then she was swept away in the surreal experience of being one with the darkness. She'd thought it was a cool trick every time she'd seen him do it, and now she was with him. She couldn't even explain to herself what it felt like, despite her own ability to phase through things. That was something she hadn't even realized she was doing at first. It was fast, so fast that she had no time to ask questions, or laugh, or panic, or... anything, really. The only thing she could think of to say once they were on the main floor, out of the stairwell, was, "You can bring someone with you! I wonder if I can do that, too." She was dazed and maybe mildly freaked out, and belatedly she realized she hadn't let go of Coyote's hand. She pulled her fingers loose, still very much in a state of ....whoa.
"Hella beats walking, yeah?" Coyote grinned at her. He was getting all kinds of nice reactions out of her today. He couldn't help but think she was kinda cute at the moment, all 'whoa' and stuff. And it was nice that she seemed to like it as opposed to... not. (He sort of by default expected a 'rage' option from her when he did something.) It was like they could be normal people together, or something!
"Could always use me as a guinea pig." He offered. It'd be kind of cool to see what someone else's power was like! As long as he didn't get stuck in a wall or something. Coyote slowly let go of her hand as she did too, and ran his hand through his hair, still smiling. "Ready to get smashed?"
"Totally beats walking that many steps," Liah agreed. She straightened her own hair with both hands and added, "We can do that when there's not a contest to be had." She was intrigued by the idea and definitely wanted to try it out, but later, and not when she was drunk. That could be major chaos; she was also envisioning herself and Coyote stuck in a wall somewhere. Not cool. She headed for the lounge, which wasn't that far away from where they were now, and squinted at the shelves behind the bar in the dimness. "Good, there's still some good stuff left," she commented. "Must not be any hardcore alkies here."
"Heh, that sure's gonna change when we're done here." Coyote hopped onto a barstool and looked over at her. "So how're we gonna do this thing, exactly?" He could think of a couple ways to conduct this super fine and respectable sport, several of which were more preferable over others. He had a feeling neither of them would give into the other willingly--not that he'd have to. The whole thing would be over before he'd even have to think about giving up--and there was a difference between getting smashed and laying dead in the bath tub the next day because alcohol ran through their veins instead of blood.
Liah had moved behind the bar to scope out the lay of the land, figure out what they had to work with. She reached up to retrieve a couple of shot glasses from the shelves that contained glassware-- way up because she was short-- and turned to put them down on the bar once she had them. "I dunno," she replied. "See who can do the most shots?" Her nose wrinkled. "You got any creative ideas?" She turned again to admire the selection on the shelves. Tequila, bourbon, whiskey, vodka, even schnapps.
"See whoever can still juggle glass bottles while balancing on a unicycle after a few drinks?" Coyote smirked. He was just being a smartass right now. But hey, that was kind of creative!
"Shots sound good to me." Hmmm. He thought aloud for a moment, "So I guess whoever gives up first?" As much as he doubted either one would give in, it's not like there was another way for two soon-to-be-drunk-off-their-ass teenagers to legitimately judge a sobriety test. "Just sayin' in advance, you don't have to be ashamed if you feel the need to stop before I even get started," he taunted with a grin.
"You can't balance on a unicycle without a few drinks, dude," Liah scoffed, but she couldn't help snickering. That was a pretty good one. "Shots, whoever gives up first," she agreed, then began pulling bottles off the shelves and lining them up on the bar. She made sure to pick at least one of every type of liquor available, although they might be too plastered to put them away when they were done. She didn't really care. Some days, there was fuck all to do here in the hotel, and she wasn't about to say no to what could be a hilarious diversion. She rolled her eyes at him when he taunted her and said, "We'll just see who stops first. You pick the first shot, then I'll pick, then you pick. Like that."
Now that made Coyote think. Were there any unicycles laying around in the hotel? Was there maybe street performer that decided to chill out here? Because he wanted to try now. Though he had a feeling that if he tried it, he'd end up falling on his ass. It'd probably be hilarious though, despite the pain he'd be in.
"Alright," he agreed, looking over at the choices and musing over it. It didn't really matter he supposed, because all of it was gonna get guzzled down regardless. So he just pointed at the end bottle with a grin.
By the time they'd worked their way around to having at least one shot each from every bottle and, in some cases, more than one, Liah felt like her insides were burning. How many different kinds of booze did she have churning around in her stomach? she wondered. Did she care? She probably would when it started coming back up, ugh. She also felt giggly and kind of stupid, and that was okay too. "Peppermint schnapps," she announced, making a complete botch of the word peppermint. Holding up her shot glass, she stared at the liquid inside like it might start doing tricks. "S'posed to taste like peppermint candy, but it doesn't." She felt the need to pout about that fact, so she did, her lower lip sticking out exaggeratedly.
Oh man, this whole thing was so awesome. It was all kind of a blur in Coyote's mind, but the parts he did make out (somewhat) clearly in his head were great. And hey! Free booze. Always great. He was feeling pretty happy with this whole thing, even the room being kinda spinny and friggin' crazy was a-okay with him. It was aaaaaall cooooool. Everything was cooooool, and apparently really funny as he couldn't help his uncontrollable giggling.
His head was currently resting on the counter, his cheek pressed up against the surface. "Do you like peppermint candy?" He inquired curiously, the words completely slurring together.
"Who doesn't?" Liah asked with a snort. She somehow forgot that she was supposed to be drinking the liquid in the shot glass, and she set it down on the bartop. "Why'd ya think I'm complainin' 'cause it doesn't taste like that?" She'd moved back around the bar to sit on one of the stools, and she propped her head on one hand, her face turned in Coyote's direction. Wasn't one of them supposed to win, or lose, or something like that? "'Less you're allergic. 'Re you allergic?" Suddenly that seemed terribly important to know, and she stared at him earnestly.
"I 'unno! Some people just like to complain." Coyote shrugged. He faintly remembered something along the lines of some kinda contest or something they were supposed to be having at the moment... but it was all kind of irrelevant at the moment! What they were doing right now was nice! He liked that. No need to move away from it. Mmm.
"Ummm... I 'unno to be honest..." What did peppermint taste like again? Oh. Right. The drink. Wait, no--the drink didn't taste like peppermint! Aha, he couldn't be fooled! "'re you allergic to anyfin'?"
Liah felt extremely hot, and she lifted her hair off of her neck with her free hand. Maybe it was all the alcohol racing through her blood. She was on fire, and beginning to feel a bit stomach-sloshy. Maybe she shouldn't drink anymore of this lovely, lovely stuff. She pushed the shot glass away from her, almost overshooting and sending it over the far end of the bar. Luckily it stopped sliding just in time. His question seemed really funny to her, and she started to giggle, little snorts escaping her along with the laughter. "I'm allergic to you," she told him, then reached over to poke his shoulder. "It's a disease--" She stumbled over the word disease, making it sound more like disheashe. "--with no cure."
What! This offended Coyote in his drunken state. ...It may've offended him in his sober state too, but he wouldn't have shown it and would've just grinned and went along with it. But this! This was not nice. He frowned--looking more like a kicked-puppy pout at the moment, before he sat up straight. Which... wuuuh... was not a good idea as he felt a wave of vertigo wash over him. Heh. It'd be funny if he fell out of his chair.
Wait, wasn't there... right! He pointed at her and opened his mouth about to say something but had to pause before figuring out a comeback. "No... you! Are... un...in...not... able to be cured!" Yeah! Take that. ...And on an impulse, he reached out to touch her hair, before his face thunked back on the countertop. She had pretty hair!
Liah was drunk and dopey and she'd totally been kidding! Really she had, but he seemed to have taken her seriously. The pout was almost cute, and she stuck her own lip out in imitation. "Awwwwuh," she cooed. "It's okay. I didn't mean it." It's came out like ish. They were both so fucked up. She'd probably find it funny once she got over the hangover this was going to cause. She snort-laughed at his stammered phrase, not even sure what he was trying to say, but somehow it didn't matter. She made no comment when he ran his fingers through her hair but merely put her arm down on the bar, bent at the elbow, and pillowed her head on it. Suddenly she felt a bit dizzy and stomach-churny. "If I barf, does that mean I lose?" she inquired, her eyelids at half-mast.
Aw. Well, alright then. If she didn't mean it! Then that was okay. Coyote giggled at it instead. He didn't really mean what he said either. "Me neither." He slurred out an apology. ...uh. ...what did he say, anyway? Hee, oh well. It didn't matter at the moment! (It probably would matter even less later when he was coughing up his organs and feeling like shit though.)
Uhhh... fffff... why did she have to ask him a question right now? He didn't know how to answer questions! He could barely comprehend her question at the moment.
"Do you want to lose?" There! That made it all much easier.
Did she want to lose? Of course she didn't! Even wasted off her ass she knew that. "Noooo, I don't wanna lose," she told him, her tone more than a little bit whiny, maybe even petulant. "But I feel really--." She struggled for just the right word and didn't seem to find it. She huffed out an aggrieved sigh. "Really... puketastic." That was the word she wanted, even if she'd made it up! "So I dunno." It was amazing how things seemed like such wonderful ideas sometimes until you were on the other side of them, wasn't it? Ohhhhh, she felt bad.
Ooo... that was a good word... Coyote sort of felt the same way. But he tried reaaaaally hard not to think about it. There were happier things to think about! Like... uhh... um... okay, there were happier things to not think about! And of course he didn't want to lose either, but maybe there was something about being drunk off his ass that made him realize beating her in a drinking contest wasn't quite the most important thing on his list at the moment. As much as he bluffed about it sober, that badass facade he tried to keep up at all times sort of dissolved in the massive amount of alcohol intake.
"Oh. 'kay! I give up then." He giggled.
"Maybe we both win... for drinkin' so much and not passin' out?" Liah suggested. He was being really nice about maybe losing, much more so than she'd expected. He was usually full of bluster and snappy comments, so maybe it was the alcohol. Her stomach gave a sudden lurch, and she carefully pushed herself up to a sitting position with both arms. There was always a moment when she sincerely regretted overdoing alcohol, and it had arrived. She slid off the stool and to her feet, although she did fall into Coyote as she tried to get her balance. "'Kay... my stomach wants to come out now," she said nonsensically. That was what it felt like, and she turned and stumbled in the direction of the bathroom off of the lounge, moving as quickly as she was able to in her impaired condition.
That was a nice compromise! Coyote wouldn't have thought that she'd be happy with a tie... or was it a tie if they both win? Wasn't a tie when they both didn't win and didn't lose? Like a... like they were stuck in time forever. There was no closure!
...it made sense in his head, really!
But if they both win, maybe it was different! That was so nice and happy.
"Whoopsie-daisy," he commented gleefully as she fell onto him. She was so silly right now, hee. "Ohhh nooo... tell your stomach to go back in, 'kay? It can't handle the outside woooorld!" He warned, raising his arms and wiggling them around in the air.
Nngh... movement. Was so not good at the moment.
If only it could be as simple as requesting that one's stomach behave. Liah spent a very unpleasant ten minutes or so worshiping at the porcelain altar and crying the entire time. She hated to throw up to an almost phobic degree. Once she was done, she had the feeling there was more in store for her later, but she should be fine for a short while, at least. She rinsed her mouth out with water from the sink and stumbled her way back out to the lounge, looking like a hot mess with tousled hair, puffy eyes and a woebegone expression. She wanted to be upstairs in her bed, but it was getting there that was the problem. She rejoined Coyote, not attempting to climb onto her barstool again but sitting down on the carpet next to the bar. "That sucked," was her comment, made with a little hitch of breath that was part hiccup, part stifled sob.
Awwrh... she looked so sad. What happened to their happy fun times? Was that over now? Daaaaamn yoooooou to heeeeell, body... not able to take lots of. Alcohol... stuff!
He slipped off the barstool, losing his balance a little, before stumbling a step or two closer to Liah and attempted to sit down... and hopefully not just fall over. Which he didn't! Yes! God, he was so freaking awesome. Sitting champion of the world!
He leaned forward, wanting to give her a comforting hug, which turned out to be a little sloppy and he found himself leaning on her a little, but a hug was a hug, right!? "Awww. It's 'kay... we dun have to drink anymo' and by this time tomorrow, you'll be aaaalllll better. Promises!" And Coyote never broke his promises, damn it!
Well, that was kind of sweet, wasn't it? Liah was drunk and miserable enough that she'd temporarily forgotten how they fought all the time and how he'd scared her earlier. Un-drunk, she probably would have pushed him away with a sharp the fuck offa me, but right now she'd take a hug from any source she could get it. She sniffled a little, resting her head on his shoulder and hoping he didn't mind too much that she smelled like bile and sour booze. "I better," she said, sounding nearly as whiny as Juny when she got on one of her tantrum-y jags, "or I'ma jump off th' roof and kill myself." Self-pity, anyone? She'd gone from silly drunk to depths of despair, lucky Coyote.
It was 'kay, because he didn't mind too much! Especially since he smelled a lot like alcohol himself. It wasn't the most fragrant thing ever, but he was a little bit drunk and really out of it to pay it too much mind.
"Nooo, dun do that... that's bad." Suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem! He read that on a poster somewhere once. It was very wise and sagely. "'sides if you do, then jumpin' offa building is a terrible way to go. S'too scary." It'd make him sad if someone he knew jumped off a building!
"How d'you know?" Liah inquired when he said jumping off a building would be a terrible way to go. "You never did it... 'cause you're alive." She was never-- ever-- getting this drunk again, she decided, a conclusion she reached every time in the past she'd happened to get inebriated to the point of puking it all up. "You're shadow dude, not unkillable dude. I saw somethin' like that on a TV show once," she added, her words still a little slurred. "There was a chick that couldn't die. She jumped off of stuff, got stabbed, walked into a fire, whatever." She sighed, her mouth almost pressed against Coyote's neck. "Tha'd be a cool power t'have."
That's true... Coyote hadn't ever jumped off a building, but even thinking about doing it would be freaky! Actually doing it would probably be even worse. That's why roller coasters and stuff were scary, because you were falling from waaaaay high up.
"Whaaat... that'd suuuck. 'cause then you could feel lots of pain and stuff. What if someone like... tortured you..." It was a pretty morbid thought, but that's what came outta his head. It was one of those parts of him he kept locked up inside, 'cause it was soooo emooooo. Boooo.
Despite being confused and drunk, he was somewhat aware of their... awkward positioning, but he didn't caaare. He just rested his head on hers. She was comfy, hee.
"Then you'd be screwed," Liah replied when he asked what if someone tortured you. "In a bad... really bad... non-good way. Really screwed." She was, apparently, just rambling to hear herself talk and to distract herself from how awful she felt. "But you're not undestructible. Indestructible," she corrected herself, "so you don't gotta worry about that. You'd just die... if someone tortured you." And wasn't this conversation getting depressing? She almost wanted to cry again, but that was likely because she was drunk. Damn, cheer up, emo kid.
"Sometimes death is better than life," Coyote responded somberly. Brrrr. He didn't really want to think about it! Especially since this conversation was going in a direction he really wanted to stay away from. It was totally ruining his mood! He didn't want to be all emo when he was with other people. That was a lock-yourself-in-a-closet thing.
So after a moment's pause, he thought for a moment and grinned. "Hey, what'd the leper say to the prostitute?" Yeeees, nothing like a bad taste in jokes to lighten up the mood!
Liah would've had to agree that sometimes death was better than life... like, in cases like her brother, the killer mutant. But she didn't want to go in that direction either, because she was feeling icky enough right now. She was about to poke him and tell him to stop talking about depressing shit when he asked her a question, which sounded a lot like the opener to a joke. That was better. "Dunno," she replied, realizing that she was still half-lying on Coyote but too tired to move. "What did he say?"
"Keep the tip," Coyote beamed. Ahahaha! Hilarious. That was probably one of his favourites.
He didn't really care that she was laying on him. He was feeling especially groggy and relaxed (though still kind of... what was that word she used? Puketastic.) so his mind was pretty dead at the moment and being lazy like the way they were... It made him happy. It was gonna be suuuuch a pain in the ass when they'd get up... he had half a mind to just pass out on the floor and sleep there. He'll get up when he wasn't completely drunk.
"Ewwwww," Liah said, making a face. "Nasty." But she was chuckling anyway. "You're such a dork." It wasn't said meanly, though, and the poke in the arm she gave him wasn't hard at all. She closed her eyes, finding that she felt better when she did that, less like the room might start spinning. "When we get up, can you do the shadow thing to get us upstairs?" she wanted to know. If not, she'd be damned if she knew how she was going to get back to her room, unless Ro came after her. But how would he know she was down here? Not like they had cellphones anymore.
Hee.
"Ummm. Suuure. Not sure how straight I'll be able to go though... Hope you don't get uh... shadow... sick." It'd be interesting to see what would happen if someone threw up while they were melded. Coyote wasn't really sure what to expect! ...wait, no, he supposed he didn't really want anyone to throw up when they were traveling with him.
"Do you think we'll be able to get up?" He laughed.
"Don't say it," Liah warned, resting one hand over her stomach, very lightly, as if she could somehow soothe and reassure it that way. "Nothing about getting sick. I can't stand it." She was quiet for a few drawn out moments, wanting to poke him again for laughing when there was nothing all that fucking funny, but she refrained. She was clearly crossing over into her 'bitchy drunk' phase, and when that happened, it was best for her to keep her mouth shut. Finally she said, "I can't get up yet. Maybe in a few."
"It's 'kay, we'll prob'ly be fine!" Coyote reassured. 'course, he didn't know if they were going to be fine at all, but it seemed like a good thing to say.
Hmmm.
He pulled himself away from her after a moment, and staggered onto his feet--which was a lot harder than it should've been. Headrush... "Maybe if I help you!" He offered, holding out a hand to help her get up on her feet. He hoped he wasn't going to fall over if she did decide to take his hand.
"I said I couldn't get up," Liah groused, but it didn't seem as if there was much else she could do now that he'd stood up-- staggery or not-- and was holding out a hand to her. Oh, he was never going to let her live this down once they'd recovered from this, she felt sure. Luckily, she was fairly lightweight, and even though she had to grab for his other hand as well in order to heft herself to her feet, she was soon up and standing. "Okay," she said, a little breathlessly, not willing to wait until she felt steady. That probably wasn't going to happen until she'd slept this off. "Let's try it." All she wanted right then was to get up to her room and lie down on her bed.
Coyote stumbled over to the stairs with a loose grip on Liah's hand. Gaaaawd... so many stairs... His greatest weakness... He took a deep breath, before he sunk into the darkness. It was a little hard to navigate, and like he suspected--he was having one helluva hard time moving straight, and it wasn't as smooth a ride as he would've liked. Once he got to the top of the stairs, instead of just walking out of it, he felt sort of like he got kicked out, as he fell forward on his knees.
He groaned, "Sorry about that..."
Liah would be annoyed later that they'd had a really kickass drinking contest and nobody had won, but once they ended up in the 12th floor hallway, all she could focus on was being dizzy as she leaned against the wall. For a couple minutes, it was a near thing as to whether she was going to spew all over the hall carpet, but luckily she managed to get her stomach under control. "Don' worry about it," she said, still looking vaguely green. "Thanks. I'm gonna go lay down now." Absently she reached over to pat his head as he crouched on the carpet. "Later." She began the walk to her suite, one hand braced against the wall so she wouldn't fall down.
Coyote didn't feel like walking back to his room... he'd be more than content just laying there on the staircase. He didn't care if people had to walk over his unconscious body... he was just feeling way too damn lazy right now. He laid on his back, his neck craned over to make sure Liah got back to her room okay. ...except everything was upside down and the view was making him feel sick, so he rolled onto his side.
There. Much better.
"See you..." he drawled, closing his eyes.
Oh God, he was going to have a shitty time when he woke up, wasn't he?