splitbrain (splitbrain) wrote in oblivion_rp, @ 2010-02-18 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-12-28, danny, eddie |
Bad Idea: Whiskey and Jäger cocktail
Who: Danny and Eddie
When: 7:30AM
Where: Arete Deck
What: Not vomiting... or so we'd like to hope.
It’s possible, Danny thought as he levered himself off the floor, that I drank too much last night.
Danny woke up hanging half in the pool on the Arete Deck, which he had the presence of mind – through the pulsing, heavy handed hammering in his head – to decide was a gross violation of cruise safety. Letting drunks bumble their way around the deep end of pools seemed a prime way to lose millions in lawsuit and damages. Danny abandoned these thoughts and moaned because he felt positively awesome and rolled off his stomach onto his back. He was aware of every possible thing making up the contents of his stomach as he did. His veins were loaded with the sticky leavings of really good alcohol and lots of it. His whole body throbbed and every breath tasted of sugary vodka… which was an oxymoron, therefore, he’d been mixing drinks last night fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck…
(He could not believe he did this to himself because of Delia.)
“Urrrgh…” Danny imagined similar noises belonged to lesser evolved stages of homo-sapian. “Fuck.” He hung his head (hair having taken on an alarmed life of its own) and tried to remember anything after the seventh shot of vodka. No easy task. His only impressions were those of amusement, rage, a bit of fear (a distinct fear of having a bar-stool crammed down his gullet) and a sort of English accent… Then Danny got distracted. He hung his head farther down, frowning upside down at his knees. “Oh my God,” he breathed nauseously, “those aren’t my pants.”