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Tweak says, "I'ma gonna lick you!"

Ben Fuller (debauched) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-08-14 14:16:00

Entry tags:

dionysus, nephthys

If you drink don't drive. Don't even putt.
Who: Ben/Dionysus & Vanessa/Nephthys
What: Ben and Vanessa paint the town red.
Where: The lobby, then on to a bar.
When: Friday 12th August, 7.15pm.
Warnings: None as yet, though knowing Ben there will be drink, drugs and debauchery.

It wasn't unlike Ben to plan a night out on a whim, nor to arrange it with a relative stranger. He'd taken the philosophy that strangers were friends you hadn't met yet to new extremes, deciding strangers were people you'd neither met, got fucked up with or woken up next to yet. It certainly worked to keep life interesting, and interesting was what Ben demanded. If he were 9 years old rather than 29, he didn't doubt he'd be saddled with a diagnosis of ADHD. And some sort of extensive therapy. And rehab. Well, his lifestyle really wasn't suitable for pre-teens, was it? He'd been told numerous times it wasn't really suitable for him.

He'd pulled on some relatively clean clothes - a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt grabbed off his floor, bearing the legend 'I AM OLDER THAN THE INTERNET' - and dug out a pair of shoes before heading down to the lobby, immediately spotting the lady in red. "Vanessa, I presume," he grinned.

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obscurityfalls
2011-08-14 01:48 pm UTC (link)

Somehow, Ben was almost exactly as Vanessa had pictured him, minus a few pounds. This was going to be a fun night out on the town, but she had a feeling she wouldn't even remember most of it; she was really due for one of those nights. Vanessa adjusted a black purse on her shoulder, making sure it was zipped up. Some extra money was kept in her pocket in case she needed a secret stash for a cab ride back. "Pleasure to finally meet you Ben. You know this town better than me I'm sure so you lead the way. It's been a long time since I've had a friend to get absolutely hammered with. Funny how it didn't take me long to find one in California, I'm finding this state to be much more exciting."

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debauched
2011-08-14 03:16 pm UTC (link)

The fact she had a bag showed a level of organisation high above his own - he had his wallet shoved in one back pocket, a hipflask in the other, an emergency $20 stuffed in his shoe and a little baggy of pills carefully tucked into the waistband of his underwear. Basically, he was all set in his own haphazard way. He'd washed down a pill with a mouthful of whiskey before leaving the house, but that was just enough to give him a light buzz, soften the edges of the world in a very attractive way.

"Onwards, then. I tend to walk, if I'm honest - never have got used to this driving everywhere thing you lot do," he pointed out, at least stopping to hold the building's front door open for her.

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obscurityfalls
2011-08-15 04:10 am UTC (link)

"When I'm going out to drink, I try to never drive, because I'll inevitably leave my car there and forget where I left it. Once it took me days to remember where I parked. Ever since then, if I can't take the bus, a cab or walk, it's not somewhere worth going to." Vanessa smiled and walked out of the apartment building, following his direction once they were outside. "Where do you come from?"

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debauched
2011-08-15 11:31 am UTC (link)

A snort of laughter at that; he could sympathise. Sometimes if the night was really good, the things you lost stayed missing. He'd almost be distressed by that fact if it didn't seem a fair price to pay for a fucking good time. "Well, we'll walk. Grab a few. Maybe see where the night drags us, if she's game," he confirmed with a grin. He fell into step with her as they walked, hands in his pockets, that jittery energy coming off him in waves as ever. "I'm a Londoner. Long way from home."

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obscurityfalls
2011-08-15 11:46 am UTC (link)

"That sounds like a plan." She was all about going with the flow, and the more drunk she got, the more game she would be. Sometimes nights were just busts, but sometimes you got to have a lot of fun until the bar kicked you out. "London is somewhere I've always wanted to go, I've also wanted to go to Ireland, it just seems so beautiful," and the accents certainly didn't hurt either. There was something gorgeous about an English accent, but she supposed the English were used to that. "I'm originally from Miami, Florida and then I moved to New York, and then here, running away from my problems is my forte."

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	debauched 2011-08-15 11:55 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, it's a bit of a shithole in places, but when it's good, it's so good," he informed her. "And Ireland... That's the spiritual home of the drunk," he grinned; yeah, he'd had a damn good time visiting Ireland. "That many problems, eh? Going to go on the run from here next?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

obscurityfalls
2011-08-15 12:23 pm UTC (link)

The spiritual home of the drunk, she liked that. "Working in an Irish bar has actually increased my desire to visit Ireland someday, I would've thought it would've decreased it to next to nothing. I work in a cheesy themed bar called Muldoons, and now I want to go to experience the real thing." Vanessa laughed and shrugged her shoulders, suddenly wishing she smoked. That was an odd feeling, but she was suddenly dying for a cigarette. "Not horrible problems looking back on it. My ex husband cheated on me with some blond bimbo, found them in our bed and I wound up with a married man another time. I'm done running though. For better or worse, California is now my home."

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debauched
2011-08-15 12:28 pm UTC (link)

As if on cue, he pulled out a battered packet of cigarettes, dragging one free for himself before offering the open end to her. Being outside in this town meant lighting up, he'd swiftly learned for himself. "Get there, then. Take pictures of the bar for the locals to laugh at; they find Irish bars the pinnacle of comedy gold," he laughed, lighting his cigarette. "Ah, tough ones." If anyone wasn't going to be embarrassingly over sympathetic or judgemental, it was Ben.

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obscurityfalls
2011-08-15 09:57 pm UTC (link)

Vanessa had quit smoking ages ago, but suddenly nothing sounded better than a cigarette, so she took one from Ben and borrowed his lighter to light it up. She took a quick drag of the cigarette and nodded. "I might just have to." She had a feeling that real Irish people found the cheesy themed bars to be hilarious and was glad to know that she was right. "Oh better yet, I can show them the cheesy tee-shirts too. I love how the themed bars play on every stereotype ever made about the Irish. You have to have your big glass of beer and angry leprechaun." Vanessa took another drag from her cigarette, wondering why she even told Ben about her ex's. He seemed like one who wouldn't care either way, and that was refreshing.