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Tweak says, "But we had good times-"

Ben Fuller (debauched) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-07-25 12:27:00

Entry tags:

dionysus, ereshkigal

Who: Ben and OPEN!
What: Early morning difficulties, courtesy of a hard night out.
Where: First floor lobby.
When: Just after 7am, Monday 25th.
Warnings: TBC, distinct possibility of foul language.
Notes: TBC.

It was inevitable he'd find himself here, and in fairly short order. So maybe he should've stopped drinking once 4am rolled around and perhaps that last pill had been something of a reckless choice - so what? It was much too late for him to start being concerned about that now. In fact, Ben was having a hard time being concerned about anything, including the fact he was on his 48th attempt to put his key in the door and that, oddly enough, the keyhole seemed to be getting further away. Possibly something to do with the fact he was slumping down towards the floor, giggling.

He didn't turn when he heard movement, still fiercely concentrating on the task at hand no matter how impossible it seemed, swearing under his breath now.

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ladyofaralu
2011-07-25 01:19 pm UTC (link)

Fiona had been hoping to catch Karin before her morning exercise routine, but no such luck. Her chronically fit sister had probably swum halfway to Catalina by now, and was jogging back on the wet sand.

Just the thought made Fee give a little yawn.

Still in her pyjamas - which meant boxers and a fitted t-shirt she threw on when she got out of bed - she walked down the hall toward the elevators. (She'd already taken the stairs down; she didn't see much reason in taking them back up.) On her way, though, she noticed a guy who seemed pretty bombed (at least) trying and failing to open his door. Out of curiosity and a healthy dose of schadenfreude-fueled amusement, she wandered over to him and said, "Hey, there, playa. Whatcha doin?"

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	debauched 2011-07-25 03:23 pm UTC (link)
	A grunt at that and he looked up at the woman speaking to him, squinting to try and bring her into focus before grinning. "'Lo. Hello, hello. Hi. Having a few... A few issues with my front door. S'fine, I'm sure." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladyofaralu 2011-07-26 12:02 am UTC (link)
	Fiona's laugh was open but without malice as he looked up at her. Shaking her head, she said, "Well, aren't you a sloppy bastard! Do you need some help, blondie?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	debauched 2011-07-26 12:08 am UTC (link)
	He considered that for a long moment -- too long a moment, perhaps, with a rather vacant expression on his face before he snapped back to reality, or his own slightly warped version of it. "That. That'd be miraculous," he informed her with a wide grin, thrusting his key towards her now. "You're an absolute angel." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ladyofaralu
2011-07-26 02:07 am UTC (link)

Once again, Fee's laughter filled the air of the narrow corridor. "Well, if I am, the man upstairs must have been having some major staffing issues," she told him, plucking the keys from his hand and unlocking the door with extraordinary ease by comparison.

Taking a look at his pupils, she gave a little grin.
"Oh, you are having a good time, aren't you, Winston?"

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	debauched 2011-07-26 10:53 am UTC (link)
	"Winston? Why... Why am I Winston?" he managed, though it was hard not to smile back at her - grins were somewhat infectious, especially when one felt like this. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladyofaralu 2011-07-31 11:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Winston, like Churchill. He was one of your people, wasn't he?" she laughed as she pushed the door open and motioning for him to go inside. "There you go, champ." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	debauched 2011-07-31 11:09 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah. Also a big fat fucker with a cigar. I don't even have a cigar," he pointed out, his words rather slurred but still smiling all the while. "Come in. Come in, it's early. Late. Earl." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ladyofaralu
2011-08-04 01:43 pm UTC (link)

Fiona's grin spread wide on her face, and stood at the threshold. "I dunno, kid. Seems like a bad plan to go wandering into the homes of random dudes with pupils the size of dinner plates. My sister - she lives down the hall right there? Might throw a shit fit."

Even so, Fiona didn't walk away. Instead, she leaned on the doorjamb, peering inside his apartment. "What's your name?"

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	debauched 2011-08-04 03:30 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm not a sex pest," he informed her, as if that was going to allay all fears even as he staggered to his feet. "Ben. Hello," he grinned, offering an unsteady hand. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladyofaralu 2011-08-06 06:11 pm UTC (link)
	"A sex pest?" she laughed again. "This whole British thing is great. But don't worry, if you were, I think I could take you." She winked at him, then shook his hand. "Fiona. When'd you move in?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	debauched 2011-08-06 09:01 pm UTC (link)
	"I swear, you girls over here can never get enough of it. A man with less prince... Principles, he might try and clean up on that alone," he grinned, looking altogether rather daft indeed. "Few weeks back. I think. Sounds about right." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ladyofaralu
2011-08-10 03:55 am UTC (link)

"Ha!" she said, the sound sharp and genuine. "I'm betting you've bagged your share of betties with it. Fortunately for me, I'm immune to accents."

She winked at him.

"So did you come all the way from England? And where the hell are you coming from tonight?"

Normally, Fiona wouldn't spend this much time on a stranger, especially one who was so obviously wrecked, but it was very plausible this dude could serve as a connection for party favors, and Fiona still hadn't pinned down a reliable one of her own.

Not that this guy looked like what she'd call reliable, but you had to take what you could get.

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	debauched 2011-08-10 07:10 pm UTC (link)
	"None of them were called Betty," he said, almost solemnly; as solemnly as he could manage, anyway. "I did. Few months back and that. But not tonight, no, no. Tonight I was in..." A pause as he tried to remember the name of the club, only to find such a feat impossible. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladyofaralu 2011-08-12 03:13 am UTC (link)
	Fee could only laugh at him again. "Seems like you're pretty faced, pal. Are you even close to crashing out, or you got a few more hours left in you?" She looked around his apartment, looking for something to entertain him -- and consequently herself -- with. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	debauched 2011-08-12 09:44 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, I can go for hours. Like the Duracell bunny," he insisted with something very close to a giggle escaping him at that. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladyofaralu 2011-08-15 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	"You're out of your gourd," she said, shaking her head. "All right, sweet cheeks, looks like you're safe inside. You're not gonna forget to drink water and die with your tongue all swole up from dehydration, are you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	debauched 2011-08-15 11:49 pm UTC (link)
	"My gourd. I was never in my gourd. I don't think I was. I suppose I might've been," he muttered, looking a trifle confused now. "What if I do? My blood all over your hands." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ladyofaralu
2011-08-16 12:08 pm UTC (link)

Fee laughed again. "If you do, I'll mourn for you next time I'm doing a shot at the bar, but at the end of the day, that'd be between you and Darwin; it's got nothing to do with me." With a little grin she channeled her sister a little as she said, "Smoke some weed, if you've got it, which I'm guessing you probably do. Or take a Valium. Drink some water. Go to bed."

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	debauched 2011-08-16 12:13 pm UTC (link)
	"I've got some. You want some? A gift. Thank you for getting me inside and all that shit," he insisted, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his stash. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladyofaralu 2011-08-20 02:49 am UTC (link)
	"Aw, you're a sweet stoner," she teased. "But I'm gonna go. Hit me up when you're not at the end of blitzed, if you can find me." With that, she winked and sashayed for the door. (Reply to this) (Parent)