Juliette Coulombe (clearyourmind) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-01 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, juliette coulombe, pyr min, sky min |
Who: Pyr, Sky, & Juliette
What: The boys celebrated their 16th birthday with booze. Whoops.
Where: The streets of Emillion!
When: Very early this morning
Rating: PG-13-ish for drunk teenagers?
Status: Complete
“Gotta be kidding me,” the bartender growled, arms crossed in front of him. “I own a tavern, not a kindergarten school.” In response, Pyr and Sky giggled and leaned drunkenly into each other. The good thing about sitting on the steps outside was they had been freed from a titanic struggle with the forces of gravity. The bad thing was that, as soon as they were made to stand up, they were going to experience the earth’s rotation all around them. “Your friend better get here soon,” the man said. “I’m not going to be here all night looking after you two. Are you even old enough to drink?” “Are too,” Pyr mumbled. “As of three hours ago.” Next to him, Sky succumbed to another fit of giggles. “Well, uh, it’s like, two hours and fifty-nine minutes and thirty seconds in his case,” Pyr amended. He held up three fingers and looked at them quizzically. “Ajora fuck.” The bartender pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, happy fucking birthday to both of you.” It was then Pyr spotted Juliette heading down the street toward them. Juliette, or someone who looked a lot like Juliette. He’d thought he’d seen Ridley earlier and he’d called out to her and grinned but then it hadn’t been her and her mother had come out of a nearby store and pulled her away from the strange boy, don’t look, darling, just keep walking. “Juli!” A hiccup. “Juli, hi! We’re here!” Juliette came sprinting up the middle of the street; it was so late as to be early, and traffic was nonexistent. She’d never thought to ignore the message, of course -- Pyr never messaged her this late, and he’d said he was in trouble. They were supposed to be friends, weren’t they? What manner of friend would she be if she didn’t -- She saw them mid-giggle-fit on the steps and stopped, her jaw dropping. They didn’t look to be in trouble at all. “Ajora savior, you called another kid?” The angry looking man was apparently the proprietor of the place; Juliette stood gaping at him as he shook his head and said, “Whatever. Girlie, they’re your problem now. I ain’t got time for this.” Sky snickered at the bartender but managed an overeager wave at Juliette. “Hi!” he exclaimed. “Glad you made it! This guy, man, this guy here…” He pointed at the bartender. “This guy! This guy, he don’t think we’re old enough, but we are! And you are too! Right?” He glanced over at Pyr, who nodded. “Right! So drink with us! Buy us more! Here, I have some-- some gil…” He fished around his pocket for--aha! But instead of a coin, he pulled out a bottlecap. “Huh, could’ve sworn…” Pyr looked down at the bottlecap for a moment, then shrugged. “Oh well.” He pulled out his coinpurse, much lighter than it had been at the start of the evening, and peered inside. There were two lone one-gil coins in the bottom. “Uh. I guess we spent a lot.” “And you got my thanks for that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” With that, the bartender walked back inside the tavern, leaving the two kids outside in the care of their misinformed rescue party. “You can sit with us if you like,” Pyr said to Juliette, and patted the space next to him with a giggle. “It’s nice here.” “It’s three in the morning,” Juliette said, a bit incredulous. She almost said something to the bartender, but the man was clearly finished with them -- and what was she supposed to do with them, please??? -- and they were left alone in the street. “It is not nice.” She felt her temper slipping its leash, but it was late and she was tired and he had lied to her. “I am not buying you more drinks,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring down at their identically smiling faces. “And you’re not in trouble, you’re drunk!” “Well,” he scratched his chin, wishing, not for the first time, that he had a beard to stroke, “true, but because we’re drunk, getting home is going to be troublesome. So we’re drunk and in trouble.” He gave her his best sad look. “Especially if my mentor in the EKP finds us here on his morning patrol.” “Your logic is -- is -- illogical and --” but before she could come up with the end of that sentence, she was interrupted. Sky tapped a finger to his chin thoughtfully -- or as thoughtfully as he could given his inebriated state. “Or! Or! We could get ourselves into some trouble! Like, uh, we could redecor--redec--” He cleared his throat and punctuated each syllable of the word. “--re-de-cor-ate someone’s yard or, or, go visit some chocobos or… whoa.” Though Sky was still sitting, he found himself tipping over a little. Thankfully, his hand caught the step to keep him from toppling completely over. “Whoa, I’m okay. But let’s go do something!” “Oh no.” This time it was Juliette who interrupted, stepping in to catch Sky -- though he managed to keep himself from falling all the way over before she could get there. Before another grand idea could emerge (she did not want to know what Sky might think of doing with chocobos in his current state), she said firmly, “I am not helping you with that.” Then, her eyes narrowing, “I should just… leave you here. Call you a hovercab,” she added, warming up to the idea, “and go home. To bed. Where I should be right now. And so should you -- I mean, your beds.” Not hers. Obviously. Annoyance meant that she wasn’t fully thinking through what she was saying, but they were too far gone to notice she was flustered. Probably. Leaving was tempting, she had to admit. “To bed. In the guildhall.” Pyr spoke slowly, like a man on the verge of an epiphany. He turned to Sky, grinning. “In the guildhall, where there are chocobos.” Maybe Sky wouldn’t be able to pick locks to his usual standards while smashed, but who would ever suspect if they saw Pyr around the guildhall? He lived there, and there were no rules against taking a completely innocent nighttime stroll near the stables, were there? And didn’t the chocobos get to celebrate birthdays? “The chocobos!” He gasped. “What if it’s their birthday too and nobody asked them?” “Then we should take the party to them!” Sky agreed, pumping his fist in the air. “Let’s go, let’s go! But we need booze! And cake! And presents! What do chocobos want for birthdays? Would they eat cake? Of course they’d eat cake! We should go to Baker’s Dozen and get chocobo cake, and then go to a lick-- liquor store and get booze and it’ll be a party! Come on!” He hopped to his feet and, once more, flailed about as the earth moved beneath his feet, trying to regain his balance. “Whoa,” he repeated, but shook it off once the world steadied. Kind of. A little. “Let’s go!” Sadly, Sky and gravity did not appear to be on speaking terms; as he attempted to move from the porch and went plummeting towards the cobbles, Juliette barely managed to catch him under both the dead weight and the smell of alcohol. “Perhaps I should stay,” she said crossly. If they caused trouble after this wouldn’t she be… somehow complicit? “Sit down,” she said, attempting to prop him against the wall before searching for her communicator. Surely the hovercab service that the Countess used would still be running -- after all, they had left balls at this sort of advanced hour. “And stay put,” she instructed, just in case as she composed a quick message. “The bakery is closed.” How in the world had she ended up their unwitting rescuer, anyway? But her message had already received a response, so now it would be a matter of making certain they didn’t wander off anywhere until the hovercab came. Then again, she had a notion that unless they crawled, they were going nowhere. Pyr snickered at his brother’s struggle with verticality. He fished a receipt out of his pocket, balled it up and threw it at him. It missed its target entirely. He pouted. “You should stay,” he said to Juliette. “You should stay and come celebrate the chocobos’ birthday with us. It’s fun when you―” a hiccup, and he continued, “―when you’re around. Even when you get frowny-faced like that.” Her statement about the bakery went entirely disregarded. In Pyr’s mind, they had a party with the chocobos, and the chocobos had cake, and they had cake, and everything was good. The bakery’s opening hours were nothing but an insignificant detail that could not throw a wrench in their plan. “Yeah!” Sky agreed with Pyr, still leaning on Juliette for stability. He pushed himself off her and held his arms out wide to be sure that he didn’t fall over again -- were he sober, he might have actually been embarrassed by his lack of balance. In the back of his head, he did hope that Audrey wouldn’t come and see him like this, but what were the chances of that? Ugh, except now that he thought about it… But he shook his head and directed his thoughts straight back to the chocobo party. “Parties need lots of people! And if the bakery is closed, we can find an open one. Or we can bake the chocobos cake ourselves!” Juliette wanted to argue, to attempt reason, despite the fact that such an endeavor would clearly be futile. Fortunately, she was saved from having to produce a comeback by the purr of an engine. The hovercab -- blessed sight -- pulled up alongside them, the only potential passengers in sight. Juliette sprang up, opening the door to the backseat. "In," she said, going she wouldn't have to wrestle with them to get them to obey. She could definitely win with them in this state, but she didn't want to come home reeking of alcohol. Hopefully, their muddled brains would assume she was taking them to the bakery or something… Sky fell into the backseat of the cab and crawled to the other side to let Pyr and Juliette squeeze in, a lone hiccup escaping from his mouth as he impacted the soft cushion. “Come in,” he slurred, patting the seat next to him. “To the bakery we goooooooo!” Oh, but the cold glass of the window beside him was so inviting, and he leaned his forehead against it. “Mmmmm…” Pyr crawled in next and giggled at his brother. His forehead was saved from an inauspicious meeting with the door by Juliette’s timely intervention. Once he was sitting in the middle, she climbed in as well and told the driver, “To Lindwyrm Hall, please.” Blinking in confusion, Pyr said, “Wait. That’s not where the bakery is. That’s where I live. I don’t have enough cookies for all the chocobos!” "Not an insurmountable difficulty, I am certain." Fortunately, the driver had the good sense to obey the only sober person in the car, and they started in the direction of the Docks. Juliette sighed and gave Pyr a little shove to direct him to use his brother as a pillow and not her. "Don't lean on me," she said. "You smell." Faram, it was late and she was tired and cross. "Next time you tell me you're in trouble, I'll think twice," she grumbled. "Tonight is a birthday present." “I’m glad you came,” Pyr mumbled, and fell asleep on Sky’s shoulder. |