Todd Warner (ponger_mofo) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2012-05-24 05:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | todd warner, tom pawlowski, week one |
{ W h o } Todd and Tom.
{ W h a t } Drinking!
{ W h e n } Wednesday night.
{ W h e r e } On top of his trailer.
{ R a t i n g } PG-13.
{ S t a t u s } In progress.
Being confined to his trailer wasn't something Todd was able to sit through too well. So come hell or high water, he was getting out, even if his swagger was rather pronounced at this point and his hands were refusing to relinquish the cheap bottle of moonshine he'd gotten of someone whose name he'd forgotten, somewhere in some godforsaken town he couldn't remember. Stashed it for a rainy day, that's what he'd done. The fact that he'd taken it literally after all this was was just coincidence. But he was having a grand time, that was for sure. "Wheeeeeeen this ..." His breath hitched and turned over into a giggle as he swung open the door to his trailer. "Lousy," he sang as he stumbled off the steps. "Lousy's right. War isssss." Finally with both feet on the ground and for some reason, weathering ... An eyebrow quirked up at the phenomenon that he witnessed. A thunderstorm? How puzzling. "Over." A healthy swig off the bottle before he grasped the tiny railing of the stairs and pushed himself up on the roof.
After parking his ass down on the roof, thankfully sturdy and not leaking, he looked out on a dark sky. "Yeah! Motherfucking lightin'." It was energetic, to say the least. "No more soldiering for me," he sang softly, his lips close against the bottle. When the thunder rolled, he nodded in agreement. "Damn right. I am done." He waved his bottle for emphasis. "No more."