Rory Everett is a recovering scalpel junkie (bitofabitch) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-08-12 14:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [08] august, brandon |
WHO: Brandon and Rory
WHAT: Trouble.
WHERE: Bar, then Rory's old place.
WHEN: Evening, 8/12
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In-progress
Rory absolutely did not have the shot.
She was drunk. They'd been drinking for a while now, and she was drunk, but so was Brandon. There wasn't really all that much awareness left in this situation, sure, but they both were. Even if they would deny it. They were drunk, and they had no business being anywhere near sharp objects, but Rory liked darts.
"Okay. So if I miss, you drink," she said, squinting at the board as she mocked a few practice throws to get her aim down. Before she released the dart, however, Rory wheeled around to face Brandon, using the projectile to point at him. "Because you're a murderer. And murderer logic is illogical. Therefore. Drinking. You." She nodded.
And then Rory turned back around, pausing in a repeat of her practice shots to take a sip of beer. A gulp, really. Sipping was a thing of the past at that point in their evening. The goal was very obviously to get obliterated. A goal they were both taking rather seriously.
The aiming resumed, and then, though she hadn't intended to, Rory missed. It was a rather predictable outcome, considering the alcohol, and she frowned until she remembered Brandon had to drink now.
"Go on. Bottoms up!" she said, as she turned back to face him. Of course, she was grinning. It was to be expected.