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Post by Ershey on Sept 28, 2011 20:51:18 GMT -5
Risk frowned. "Adri, what's wrong?"
Ershey shook her head, far from upset but more worried. She waved a finger at him as if to say no, feeling her throat constrict as she ran off to find a restroom.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 28, 2011 20:53:18 GMT -5
Race followed her with his eyes, concerned. "Should we go after her?" He absently finished his beer while awaiting a reply.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 28, 2011 20:58:37 GMT -5
Risk didn't even reply. He ran off after Ershey, handing the two beers he was holding to a lucky passerby as he followed close behind, watching her push away people before finally finding the bathroom. She wrenched open the door and vomited.
Risk held her shoulders to keep her steady and turned to Race. "Grab a glass water?"
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Post by Ershey on Sept 28, 2011 20:59:20 GMT -5
((Gonna run off! Be back in a couple hours if you're still here! <3))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 28, 2011 21:06:19 GMT -5
((Okeydoke! We shall see, haha.))
At this point, walking for Race consisted of stumbling around in vague zigzag patterns, but he nodded and staggered to the bar to get a tall glass of water from Charlie. A minute later, without really knowing how he got there, he was crouching beside Risk and Ershey, offering her the water.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 28, 2011 23:34:24 GMT -5
Ershey gasped for air, her eyes watery as she crouched by the toilet.
"Here, Adri, water," said Risk gently as he offered her the drink. She hastily took it from him and took a sip. "Sorry..." she muttered, embarrassed to have the boys see her like this.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 29, 2011 7:25:04 GMT -5
"'S'all right. It's our fault. I think." Race couldn't actually remember whose idea any of this had been. "We should go home," he added, again.
((P.S. You owe me a Capslock message! SUSPENSE!))
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Post by Ershey on Sept 29, 2011 19:16:08 GMT -5
((YES! I do! You shall get it soon!!))
"Yeah, we should," frowned Risk, regretting his decision to urge the two of them to go drinking. Not only was Ershey throwing up over a toilet bowl but Race let an important detail slip that Risk wished he hadn't known at all.
"You alright? Can you walk?" asked Risk as Ershey grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. She held onto Race with her free hand as she tried to steady herself.
"I think so..." She had long forgotten about Race's outburst and just wanted to go home.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 29, 2011 19:25:31 GMT -5
Race wrapped an arm around Ershey and helped her up, letting Risk support her on the other side. "C'mon, we can do this...lucky we didn't go to Brooklyn..." The crisis was sobering him up a little as he and Risk helped her toward the door.
"Come again soon!" Charlie called cheerfully.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 29, 2011 19:31:11 GMT -5
Ershey rolled her eyes at Charlie's remark and focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
"Yeah, we would've been stuck in Brooklyn," muttered Risk as he lead them out the door.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 29, 2011 19:38:05 GMT -5
Race stumbled along as best he could as they made their way down the street. He only hoped one of them could remember the way back. There was something nagging at him, something bad that happened earlier, some mistake he made... He shook his head, not wanting to think about it now. "How you doing, Ersh?"
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Post by Ershey on Sept 29, 2011 19:42:03 GMT -5
"Are we there yet?" she mumbled, somewhat dragging her feet as she tried her best to keep up with the two boys. Everything was moving and she couldn't focus on anything at all. She was mad about something earlier... but now, all she wanted to do was get in bed.
"Can we, uh, not tell Mush about this?" asked Risk as he looked over at Race. He knew he'd get beaten if Mush heard about how he got his sister drunk and had to be dragged home.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 29, 2011 19:56:08 GMT -5
"I won't tell him if you won't," Race promised, figuring he was pretty much equally to blame. "Naw, Ersh, we ain't there yet, just, uh...a couple more blocks. I think."
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Post by Ershey on Sept 29, 2011 20:18:28 GMT -5
"Awww," frowned Ershey, holding on to each of them.
"Really?" said Risk in surprise. He thought Race would tell Mush since they were such close friends. "You won't?"
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 29, 2011 20:22:40 GMT -5
It was around this time that Race finally started to realize what he'd blurted out back in the bar. He groaned and rested his forehead in one hand, since his other arm was still supporting Ershey. "I got a feeling I should just stop telling anyone anything for a while."
((Gotta go briefly--should be gone for an hour or less! I stil want my mysterious message! Hehe.))
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