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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

At the sound of a voice so close to him when he hadn't expected it, Andy tried to whirl around, only managing in his Vicodin-induced haze to trip over himself and the crutches, toppling over enough that he had to grab the railing to keep from falling over completely. "Jesus Christ, warn a guy!" he gasped before pulling himself back to his feet completely and putting both crutches under his arms again. He grinned. "Geeeeorge. Right?" he asked, squinting and pointing at her.

He looked back over at the tea cups which were still not moving and frowned. "What the fuck good is a carnival with rides that don't motherfucking go?" he grumped. Then he looked back at George. "Up with me? Huh?" he was confused. Blinking slowly, his lips spread into a mischievous grin, like the kid that got into the cookie jar and managed to eat the cookie before being caught. "Bob gave me Vicodin. I feel awesome," he said even though it wasn't entirely true. As much as he felt pretty damned well numbed, he also still felt a little queasy. George didn't need to know that, though, so he kept it to himself.