Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 10, 2011 23:49:14 GMT -5
He had put his face in his hands when he heard her pour more drink. His hands fell with soft thuds as he was about to protest but she was gone again. He growled softly in his throat--a rare and old habit--and down the new drink.
"Well at any rate, it smells delickilus... delienisus..."
He rubbed his face, fighting with himself mentally before putting his hands on the table slowly, as if that took great focus to do in the first place.
He smiled in triumph at saying the word right when the food was brought over. He looked it over and noticed that his glass was full again. Four in 30? Drunk quicker. He licked his lips as he looked at the plate of food. It smelled... hot... He looked at her and motioned to his glass.
"I'm sure you don't have to keep it full."
He picked up his silverware and stared down at the plate. It smelled hot. It was hot in here. Was it hot to her? He pulled at his shirt collar, closing one eye to focus on the plate. Was it moving?
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 11, 2011 0:32:54 GMT -5
He held up a hand.
"I've got this. I won't be thwarted by... hot."
He scooped up a bite and ingested it. Oh my. Oh my. Ohmy. OHMY! OHMYOHMYOHMYOHMYOHMY! His eyes went wide and he grabbed his newly poured drink and downed it.
He scrambled to the fridge, pulling the door open but not able to find the milk through his blurred vision--alcohol or tears?
"Where is it?"
He pleaded, looking through the odd mix of colors. Oh my!
"WHERE IS THAT WHITE STUFF, VEE!"
He started to rummage through the fridge, leaning on the door to keep from falling over. Wow the world was spinning pretty bad. Was it spinning. They were going to slide off the earth! No wait that was impossible. They were just going to slide sideways for ever around the earth like planets around the sun. How ever was he to read his text books with so much motion in the future? That was just not allowed to happen. He clung to the door like it was the only thing keeping him from falling into oblivion. He had not been this drunk in far too long.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 11, 2011 0:40:26 GMT -5
Vee scrambled off her stool, stumbling and falling like a newborn filly on unstable legs.
"H-hang on!" She stumbled to her feet and over to him, batting him out of the way. She grabbed up and milk and twisted off the...twisted off...twisted...there it went--twisted off the cap and thrust the jug at him.
"Drink it or you'll...I dunno. Jus' drink!" She grasped his arm, leading him out of the kitchen and back into the living room as though he were a puppy. She pushed him down on the couch, milk jug and all and sat down practically on top of him.
"You're...gonna...fuck...opposite of die, right?" She tilted her head, her bottom lip sticking out to the side.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 11, 2011 0:50:17 GMT -5
He was standing--no sitting--wait, what? He blinked at his hands and wondered only for a second how he got the milk so suddenly. He listened to Vee and laughed, from every fiber of his being until he coughed.
He drank some of it and frowned. He moved it away from his mouth, spilling milk on his shirt.
"I think your jug is broken."
He put it on the coffee table and began to unbutton his shirt. It was wet and he couldn't wear wet clothes while he fell around the world--fell around? Circled? Rotated? Circulated~ Or he'd get stick. He couldn't get sick. No vaccinations in oblivion. Well, maybe there were but who could tell what needle had what.
A lisp slipped out ever so slightly. He pushed Vee to sit on the table and shambled over to the boxes. He began digging through them. Bubbles would show him where the earth was going. He had to know how fast they would fall. It was an experiment. It was SCIENCE! He noticed his shirt was halfway off before finishing taking it off and tossing it into the kitchen. Milk belonged in the kitchen. Yes indeed. He turned to her, almost falling over, bubbles in hands.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 11, 2011 1:00:16 GMT -5
"'s a brand new jug! How'd you break it?" She asked, giving a soft shriek as he picked her up and set her on the table.
"Where're you goin'?" she cocked her head, watching him pull out the bubbles with his shirt half off. He came back with the bubbles in his hands and she burst out laughing.
"Silly, that's not science. Those are bubbles." She rocked back and forth on the table, swinging her legs like a child.
"Oh." She cocked her head again, looking over his bare chest. "Are we taking our clothesh off now?" She tugged off her tshirt, leaving her in a thin tank top, her lacey black bra showing through. "Why're we getting naked, huh? Is that for S....sciiiii......shhh...science, too?"
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 11, 2011 8:43:58 GMT -5
"Mine was for dairy."
He plopped down on the couch and opened the bubbles. He closed his eyes and blew gently into the circle. When he opened his eyes there were bubbles everywhere. He smiled softly as they drifted down like normal. So gravity wasn't changing. The then blew some bubbles at Vee.
"Why you have bubbles anyway?"
His speech was surprisingly well given how much was in his system. Only the slightest of lisps as marring his speech what so ever. He grinned goofily as he leaned his head back against the couch. His head was spinning, not the world. He'd be fine. What if gravity was still towards the ground while the room was spinning. Like a snow glob. Heh, globs...
"Not that I'm compimating mind you. I like bubbles. I am just curbious."
He paused and frowned.
"Complaining and curious."
His English had gone so far down the crapper, he couldn't even speak corolectly. Oh no. Now his speech in thought was messing up. Damn it.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 11, 2011 9:31:33 GMT -5
She covering her mouth with both hands and giggled.
"I 'unno. I saw 'em at the store 'n thought 'hey I haven' played with bubbles in a loooooong time.' So I bought 'em!"
She reached out and and cupped one of the bubbles in her hands, laughing when it popped.
"Used to love dese asa kid." Fuzzy memories of her dad making huge bubble wands and equally massive bubbles with them in the drive way came to mind. That had been fun. Like being with Ben. That was fun too, but not in the same way as being with her dad. Cause that would be creepy. Yeah.
"You're....really drunk..." she sniggered, "Didn' think I'd ever see you drunk!" Now she was in full-out laughter, falling back on the table and squirming around.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 11, 2011 10:21:24 GMT -5
"Me either. I normally can hold a whole body--bottle--of vodka and not feel a thing but not this quirki--quickly."
He laughed at the sight of her and blew more bubbles. So pretty, the bubbles.
"But, I drank a lot after Ricky... and eventually had such a high toddlerance--tolerance--that it didn't matter anymore. I kept it up because, well, it was fun to be able to drink a bar out of helms and Holmes--house and home."
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 11, 2011 15:37:09 GMT -5
Vee reached out and took the bubbles, careful not to spill them on the deep blue carpet.
"Mmm you got good." She laughed. "I never could hold much...not good." She shook her head, swirling the wand in the bubbles for a moment before pulling it out and blowing a stream of soapy rainbow-shining spheres at him.
"Hehe, look there's rainbows in them." She grinned, pointing with one finger. She poked one bubble too hard and it popped all over her hand. She startled, giving a soft squeal and then burst into giggles.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 11, 2011 18:50:28 GMT -5
"Colored....bubbles?" Her eyes went wide. "Where can I get those?!"
Excitement boiled in her stomach, stronger than it usually did when she was around Ben. COLORED bubbles?! Why had she not been told? On an impulse, she slipped off the table and climbed into his lap.
"We'll have to go find some. I want some Ben. I want some real bad." She pouted at him with wide eyes.
She could feel his heat through her thin tanktop. Yeah she'd missed this a lot.
"You're so pale." She giggled, poking his chest just above his nipple. His sun burn had healed, she noticed. She'd never gotten any aloe on him. Reaching up and running her fingers over the patch of his neck that had been burnt, she wondered if he'd gone and gotten some himself or just suffered without it.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 11, 2011 20:59:36 GMT -5
"Always comfy around you." She answered without a thought, flopping back so her hips were still on his lap but the rest of her torso and her legs were on the couch.
The world was starting to spin around her and she felt a little sick. If she just laid here for a bit maybe she would feel better. Throwing her forearm over her eyes, she inhaled through her nose and exhaled out her mouth, trying to calm her rolling stomach.
"Hate bein' drunk sometimes..." She mumbled softly. "Never fixes anything, does it?" She peered at him from beneath her arm.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 12, 2011 10:16:44 GMT -5
"No. It might even make things worse..."
He raised a brow at her and looked her over. She was about as gone as he was. That made him a little more sober. Someone had to be in a stable mind should something happen. Focus, focus... he willed it to the surface.
"Do you want some wager--water? You don't look too Gouda--good. I mean, you are always petty--pretty."
He sighed and collected his thoughts. He should go home. He would have to take medication later anyway and to pass out drunk in the afternoon would be fail as hell. He got a goofy grin.