Arron Belmont || Ares (tasteofwar) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-04-09 15:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | [minilog], ares, eros, euterpe, flauros, gwynevere, psyche |
[Thanks to the combined efforts of Aria and the MMA members that could drink, Arron ended up getting blitzed on his birthday. Every now and then he would yell, "Happy Merry Birthday to the Easter Bunny and I." His ability to talk slurred but not incomprehensible.
The challenge he had put out to his fellow fight club students for Birthday beatings/smacks were easily dodged at the beginning of the night, but with the help from his 'wingman' Aria, Ben was able to finally get a proper hit in by the end of the night and once they had Arron in place for one the rest got in on the fun. They even got the entire bar to count out his age in hits and then Ben got an extra one for 'good luck'. Arron knew it was likely more of a reason to get him back for punching him in the face.
Arron had to be dragged home by the time the bar closed and put to bed. The entire time he told Aria what a terrible Wingman she had been and how much his ass hurt. Not that he really could feel it through the numbness of the alcohol, but he knew it was there. As much as Aria had tried to keep Arron from falling off the bed, he kept attempting to stand up. In his head, there was morning running to do- not that he could even walk straight. When he was finally laying down in her bed, Arron childishly insisted on her sleeping next to him. Her compliance allowed for him to snuggle in close and wrap his arms around her.
The next morning, Arron was feeling the effects of the prior night's shenanigans. The entire day was spent in sunglasses with lots of water.]
Why does the big bright object in the sky hate me so much?