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Post by Macbeth on Sept 9, 2011 22:22:06 GMT -5
((Haha, good thread for it!))
"ERSHEY!" Macbeth said quite loudly, pushing away from Risk to head toward her, and falling over again after one or two shaky steps. "I'm fine," she announced calmly.
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Post by Risk on Sept 9, 2011 22:25:31 GMT -5
Ershey laughed, holding onto Macbeth as best as she could. "Are you drunk??"
"Just a little bit!" yelled Risk wobbling towards the pair.
"Uh... Risk, h-hi!" stammered Ershey, realizing who it was.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 9, 2011 22:26:55 GMT -5
"Ersh, you know I never do this," Beth whined, clinging to her friend. "It's just, I just...'s'his fault," she decided, pointing at Risk.
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Post by Risk on Sept 9, 2011 22:32:05 GMT -5
Ershey simply rolled her eyes at him as if to say 'its your fault'. "Let's get you home," she said, putting her arm around Macbeth to steady her.
"It's not my fault!" shouted Risk, running after the pair and holding into Ershey as well.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 9, 2011 22:33:45 GMT -5
"He got me drunk," she said accusingly, and paused for a moment, considering. "Then I got him drunk. Then we danced," she finished, with no regard for Ershey's nerves, which might not be able to take such a shock.
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Post by Risk on Sept 9, 2011 22:38:06 GMT -5
"Oh, really? And was it fun?" said Ershey, wishing she was back in te lodging house as soon as possible.
"Soooo fun!" shouted Risk, enough for anyone to hear.
Ershey cringed. She hoped Mush wasn't anywhere near.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 9, 2011 22:40:34 GMT -5
"I dunno, he twirled me around a lot. Are you all right, Ershey? You look upset. Don't be upset, I want you to be happy, you're such a good person, y'know that?"
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Post by Risk on Sept 9, 2011 22:44:13 GMT -5
"Let's just go home," she muttered, hoping that Mush wouldnt see this scene.
"Did we do somethin' wrong?" asked Risk curiously.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 9, 2011 22:46:32 GMT -5
"O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!" said Macbeth. With extremely dramatic gestures.
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Post by Risk on Sept 9, 2011 22:50:05 GMT -5
Ershey frowned. Risk, however, grinned brightly. "You're so smart!" yelled Risk.
((would it be ok to bring in race?))
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 9, 2011 22:53:45 GMT -5
Beth gave him a sharp look and tripped over a sidewalk crack, grabbing at various parts of poor Ershey until she managed to steady herself. "Thanks," she said uncertainly.
((Totally. Want me to, or did you want to borrow him?))
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Post by Risk on Sept 9, 2011 22:55:58 GMT -5
"Calm down, we're almost there!"
((Go crazy! I think Ersh needs backup!))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 9, 2011 23:00:25 GMT -5
Race was on his way home from (naturally) the tracks when he saw a trio of figures farther down the street. The one in the middle seemed to be supporting the other two, who were stumbling and yelling like drunken fools. This was hardly an unusual sight, but what made him pause as they caught up to him was that the figure in the middle was...
"Ershey?" Race smiled a greeting and eyed the other two blankly. "And, uh...who are your friends?"
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Post by Risk on Sept 9, 2011 23:03:31 GMT -5
"Macbeth and Risk," said Ershey, struggling as Risk whooped in joy. "A little help here, please?"
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 9, 2011 23:07:38 GMT -5
Race reached tentatively for Macbeth, who looked so frail that he figured he could just throw her over his shoulder. She glared ferociously, swung one hand out in a wild flail, and hit him in the jaw. Race winced and jumped back. "What the--"
"Just try it!" Beth yelled, convinced that she was being attacked by a stranger with ill intentions. She pulled away from Ershey and staggered at Race with murder in her eyes. Luckily for him, she was on the ground--for the third time--in a matter of seconds.
Race stared at her and shook his head at Ershey. "Where did you find these two?" he asked, clearly suspecting her of extending her kindness to random drunks on the street. He poked Macbeth, and she barely twitched. Tentatively, he scooped her up and put her over his shoulder. A few dark mutters, but no resistance. "All right, we good now?" Race said.
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