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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 23:12:29 GMT -5
Race simply stared at them and took such a long swig of beer that he almost choked on it.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 22, 2011 23:16:52 GMT -5
((LOL.))
"See? I told you she'd warm up to me!" laughed Risk while Ershey stumbled over to Race and pulled him into a tight hug.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 23:25:57 GMT -5
Race patted her back and gently disentangled himself from her, urging her back in the direction of her own chair. "Sorry to say it, Risk, but I'm pretty sure she'd hug Charlie the bartender right now."
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Post by Ershey on Sept 22, 2011 23:31:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, you got a point..." muttered Risk sadly. "Well, she's a lot better than before!" He glanced over at Ershey who giggled to herself as she sat back down on her seat.
"Are you even anywhere near tipsy?" he eyed Race, looking at his drink. He was determined to get them all wasted tonight, even just a little bit.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 23:39:16 GMT -5
"Getting there," Race assured him. "I've had drinking contests with Raven Tortulo, it's gonna take a bit more." He proceeded to chug the rest of his beer. "...all right, that might've done it."
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Post by Ershey on Sept 22, 2011 23:40:08 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" smirked Risk, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Get one more, Race!" prodded Ershey as she poked him on the arm.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 23:42:19 GMT -5
"Yeah? What about you?" Race demanded, pointing at Risk. "Just 'cause I don't wanna carry you home doesn't mean you get to stay sober." He flagged Charlie down and ordered two more drinks. He was cutting Ershey off.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 22, 2011 23:44:23 GMT -5
"I accept your challenge," said Risk, puffing his chest once he saw Charlie with their drinks.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 23:57:41 GMT -5
"Good." Race smirked and took his beer, raising it for a toast. "To having some fun and not passing out." He glanced at Ershey, saw she was without a glass to toast with, and whispered something to Charlie, who quickly brought her some water.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 22, 2011 23:59:43 GMT -5
Ershey gasped loudly and thanked Charlie for the glass of water. She held it up quickly, almost splashing the two boys with water.
"To drinking!" added Risk, toasting his beer with theirs.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 23, 2011 0:02:07 GMT -5
Race shook his head, vowing to express some concern to Ershey about her potentially alcoholic brother...and then forgot about it a couple seconds later, because he was starting to feel decidedly lightheaded. He tried to sip his latest drink, but his sips were more like gulps at this point.
"How you holding up, Ersh?" he asked her, with the slightest hint of a slur.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 23, 2011 0:03:38 GMT -5
"Good!" she grinned after taking a gulp of water. "How are you?"
Similarly, Risk was starting to feel the alcohol. It was getting more difficult to concentrate on one spot and follow what the other two were talking about.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 23, 2011 0:06:10 GMT -5
"I'm good, I'm fine. How's everything with Mush?" he asked, taking another gulp. Oh, wow, that much gone already? His latest glass was practically halfway empty. He folded his arms on top of his chair and rested his chin on them, focusing more-or-less on Ershey.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 23, 2011 0:07:48 GMT -5
Ershey smirked, leaning over so that only Racetrack could hear. Risk was too busy oogling at the dancers on stage to even notice.
"Can I tell you something?" she said in a half whisper. "He said he loves me!" She giggled and immediately put her hand to her mouth as if she had said something wrong.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 23, 2011 0:12:43 GMT -5
"Awww! Ershey, that's so great," Race said a little too loudly, clapping a hand on her shoulder, and using the other to continue gulping his beer. "Didja say it back?"
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