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Tweak says, "But I'm Le tired!"

McLoughlin. (shutuporputup) wrote in inshadowfalls,
@ 2012-03-17 19:56:00

Entry tags:

connolly conner, oliver duquette

Who: Olivier and Connolly.
When: Mar. 17th, evening-ish.
Where: Olivier's then THE WORLD!
What: BECAUSE ITS ST.PADDY'S DAY!
Rating/Status: PG for now/Incomplete.

Connolly rarely made plans, but when opporunities arose that seemed more than appealing, it was hard to turn it down. Having to get up early that morning to meet Max for a cup of coffee and a conversation, Connolly took a nap that afternoon. There was no way she was going to turn down the chance to get fucked up on St. Patrick's day. The thought had crossed her mind to invite Max, but it was probably a bad idea.

Connolly wasn't looking for a fun and sober time.

A Conner, sober on St. Paddy's day? Blasphemy!

With a backpack full of vodka, green food colouring, and whisky, she set out to the address she had written on a scrap piece of paper. Oddly enough, she didn't even know the boy's name, but it didn't stop her. Wearing a pair of simple black flats, jeans, a green cami, and a cream coloured knitted over-sized sweater, Connolly shifted the black bag behind her back, looking at the buildings for the specific one. Finding the apartment, she walked to the appropriate door and knocked on it. She had only a few seconds to decide how she was going to greet his mother who had just answered the door. The woman looked Connolly over, the precise moment Connolly decided to greet her. "Hi! I'm Connolly. I've come here to have sexual intercourse with your son." And just liked he had written, the poor woman pointed to his door, letting Connolly through. With a sweet wave, Connolly walked to his room and opened it, not even knocking.

"Your hero has arrived...so let's get to it!"

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memordre
2012-03-18 01:09 pm UTC (link)

Not that Olivier needed an excuse to party, but St. Patrick's Day was one of those days where all bets were off. He'd woken early himself to get started - stole some beer from his mom, experimented with a few kinds of pharmaceuticals, and was right in the middle of smoking a joint when Connolly burst in. The thing was wrapped nice and tight, and set between his lips, a haze of smoke billowing around his head.

His poor mother, indeed. She was used to it by now, probably rolling her eyes as she worked on a new painting or something. Olivier looked up as his door opened, surprise on his face for a moment before he realized this must be the girl. Olivier stood up with a grin and passed the joint over. "Hello, cherie," he greeted her. "Here, have some of this," he immediately invited.

Olivier's bedroom was a bit messy, things flung around, and with a definite hippie vibe. He'd been sitting on the corner of his bed, but there was also a small loveseat and a beanbag chair to sit on.

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shutuporputup
2012-03-18 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Connolly dropped the bag from her shoulder, placing it gently on the floor. "Hey." Smiling, she accepted the joint and placed it upon her lips, taking a slow drag. After a deep inhale, she handed back the joint and started to pull out contents of her backpack. Two bottles of vodka, a bottle of Jack (not Mika's), a small bottle of green food colouring, and two shot glasses. "I say we start this night out right."

There was a sparkle of excitement as she added a few drops of green colouring a bottle of vodka. Giving it a shake, she poured the contents into the two shot glasses and offered one to Olivier. "Happy St. Paddy's day." Lifting her glass to say cheers, she tilted her head back letting the vodka slide down her throat smoothly. Setting the glass down, she started to pour another shot, glancing up at Olivier. "I'm Connolly."

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memordre
2012-03-19 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Olivier grinned over at Connolly while she hit the joint and started to unpack enough liquor to get them pretty damn fucked up. His expression was quite impressed, and he didn't bother to hide it. "Fuck yeah," he agreed with a laugh as he watched that green spread through the vodka when Connolly shook it. It looked a lot cooler on shrooms, which could've been why he watched it so closely.

"Cheers," he agreed and took his shot, lifted it and then drank the shot down easily. He grinned as he lowered his glass, only to see Connolly filling hers up again. "I'm Olivier. You're definitely my new hero," he told her, nudging his shot glass toward her so she'd fill it for him.

"So can I interest you in any barbiturates or hallucinogens?" Olivier asked her, smile still good and wide.

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shutuporputup
2012-03-20 04:39 am UTC (link)

Nodding at the mention of his name, she smiled and took back the second shot. Her eyes seemed to light up at the mention of hallucinogens. Connolly wasn't much of a drug user, but she was known to dabble every once in a while. Connolly was more of a drinker than drug user, but that was a family trait, or at least she was told it was.

"And you're mine if you indulge me a little with your stash." A third shot was poured before she sat down in the bean bag, making herself cozy. "Nice room you've got here." He certainly had made it his own, but it was something Connolly liked. A room that felt lived in. Not too dirty, but not too clean.

"Hey...where's your green?" Connolly lifted her finger and pointed at Olivier's attire.

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memordre
2012-03-20 01:10 pm UTC (link)

Olivier took the third shot before he turned to grab his box of treasures, as he liked to call it. He brought it over to where Connolly sat. "Thanks, cherie. Comfy, oui?" Going from English to French and back again was fairly common for him. It's what came naturally.

Eyes widened for a moment as she asked about the green, and then he grinned and gave a little shimmy to get his jeans down enough to tug his lime green briefs enough to show her. "I know it's cheating, but it's a good excuse to unzip my pants," Olivier told her.

"Okay," he sat beside her, cross-legged on the floor with the box on his lap. "Shrooms, a few pharmaceuticals, weed," he listed them off, opening the lid.

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shutuporputup
2012-03-20 04:36 pm UTC (link)

The on again and off again French was adorable, but then Connolly always liked the French language for some reason. "Very comfy. Might have to watch me so I don't crash on it."

Connolly started laughing, covering her mouth as she did so. "Really?! I'd have to say, that is a good excuse..but what if someone pinches you because they didn't bother to ask if your underwear was green? Very tricky situation but...a very good idea." Connolly was already starting to like him. He lived and he wasn't boring either.

Leaning over, Connolly raised her eyebrows as he opened his box of treasures. "Fucking shit..." It looked like a bunch of candy stashed inside a box. She had done a few pharmaceuticals in her time, but shrooms, she had never tried. "Alright...let's do shrooms. Never done those before."

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memordre
2012-03-22 11:04 pm UTC (link)

"Crash all you want," Olivier was quick to invite. "It is very good for naps." He made himself comfortable on the floor while they talked and he let her peruse his stash.

He laughed too, and gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't mind getting pinched a few times," he told her. "It's not like it'll kill me." Olivier reached for the bottle of vodka they'd already opened, helping himself to another shot.

"Okay, but before you start, I'll tell you - they taste terrible." He couldn't let her take a bite out of one without knowing that. He opened up his bag and fished out a few caps and a few stems, passing them over. "Eat these, that should be good," he told her. "Another shot, chouchou?"

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shutuporputup
2012-03-23 01:31 am UTC (link)

"You might want to take that back...I might stay here." Connolly grinned and slid into the bean bag a little more, downing another shot. "Something tells me you like the pinching." Oh he was fun, and the best part, he didn't like girls.

Connolly didn't like the idea of something tasting bad...but...the effects was the goal. Taking the caps and stems, she looked down at them then at Olivier. Popping them into her mouth, she made a face as she began to eat them. With a fast nod, Connolly swallowed the contents. "Please."

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