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A few minutes past midnight, wed/thurs. [Sep. 11th, 2005|03:46 pm]
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[sinister_one]
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I'm laying on the grass, staring at the stars. They're gorgeous tonight. I used to do this with Julian every once in awhile way back when. I try to get Rupert to join me once again, but he just ignores me, staring at me from his spot on the cabin stairs like a protective mother cat. He probably thinks I'm too drunk. Maybe I am, but it's okay, because I feel so much better right now. Who cares if the world is going to shit? Vodka will protect me, or make it hurt much less if it doesn't. Love to Vodka. My new friend, old friend. Where's Rupert. "Rupert!" I shout into the night. There's a soft sigh and a softer, "Over here, Cillian," from the stairs. Right, the stairs. Someone steps over me and I smile happily at them.
"Cillian, why don't you just go to bed?" Rupert pleads.
"Nope!" I respond loudly. My outside voice got into a shouting match with my inside voice and won, bringing along his friend, trying to shout through the buzz in your head voice, then they got into a match, and the new voice won. I no longer remember how to be quiet.
"You're going to wake someone up," he hisses at me, thinking that might calm me.
"LEGAL!" I apparently find this uproariously funny and start cackling.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-11 01:29 pm (UTC)

It's.. ten past midnight..

It's.. ten past midnight.. ten minutes into that 'brand new chapter', not my birthday anymore.. and ngh, I am woken up about.. an hour after falling asleep.. by drunken, Irish singing on the fricking lawn. What.. the.. fuck?

I know only two Irish people at this camp, there's the one I fuck and the scary one who helped save my life (so yes I should probably not call him scary).. Now the scary one, is a recovering alcoholic, but the other one was the one acting weird today with a half empty vodka bottle already to his name.

Gee. I almost grin, sliding my legs out of bed. If Orlando was here I'd have us taking bets. Sighing as I throw the covers off and grab my t-shirt off the floor to slip it on, taking a sip of water to wet my mouth before moving to the door.

Open it on moonlight, trees, grass, nature, a disgruntled Rupert opposite and- Bingo, ten imaginary quid goes to me.

"Cillian, what the fuck are you doing?"
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-11 01:43 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

My Irish is no longer as refined as I've made it sound, it's more of a big jumble of r's by now. "Lookin at ther stars, drink'n." I nod, like it's of some big importance. "How wrs yer birthday, kiddo? Hope you enjoyed't. I s're's fuck did."
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-11 01:49 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I chuckle a little. "Yeah? Now why oh why might that sound so sarcastic. Yes, I did, thanks. Uh- mind if I enquire as to why you're looking at the starts, drinking? Or is this usual Murphy behaviour?.. Hi Rupert."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-11 01:55 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

Rupert gives a wave, though he looks like he's almost ready to pass out. He's probably secretly praying you'll take me off of his hands.
"Not exactly. Just.. felt like a drinking day, 'spose." I pat the ground loudly beside myself. "Come join."
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-11 02:11 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

Smiling slightly, I nod. Ohh.. I've worn those shoes. Worn them out, in fact, and scuffed the toes and trod holes in the bottom. Fucking alcohol.. Man's best friend until it becomes man's worst enemy, my Gran always said.. but then, I never really listened to her anyway, did I?

"Aye.. Rupert, why don't you go get some rest?" I smile, signalling I'll keep an eye on him. It's actually sickly nice not to be the one needing looking after for once.

Plonking down next to you on the grass, urgh.. "Urgh, it's dewy, are you not freezing? Though.. I guess I am wearing the least clothes at the moment. Stupid Billy- note to self- upon hearing drunken gibberish outside the house at ten past midnight, make sure to put actual clothes on before leaving to investigate. Boxers and t-shirt just.. don't surfice. What's up?"
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-11 02:17 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Nothing," I say simply. I really should be telling you something, as something is obviously up, but I don't want to tell you. It sounds so stupid telling the man you're sleeping with that you got into a fight over the phone with the ex love of your life type.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-11 02:29 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Ah, fine.." I smile, gently prodding you in the ribs. "Have it your way.. See any constellations up there?"

Wondering if I should get my camera, just for the sky, or the moon.. Thinking 'not right this second, daft wazzock'.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-11 02:38 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Um... No?" I look up at the sky, sort of wondering what you see when you look up there. I take a swig from the bottle, wincing a little as it slides down my throat. "Some?" I hold up the bottle. When did I become monosyllabic?
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 11:05 am (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I chuckle, propping myself up on one elbow to look at you. "Talkative tonight, Cill? Reckon I should finish the rest of that bottle myself? That way maybe you won't collapse and I'll understand you better." I look up, and grin. "I can see Taurus, you twonk, how could you miss him?" Chuckling.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 01:23 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Thefuckisthat? Point." It out. Oh, shit, I'm finishing sentences inside of my head again. Maybe I should stop. You're probably right. Unfortunately for you, I don't want to.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 01:59 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I sigh, pointing with one hand and stealing the bottle with the other while you're distracted, downing it in one, ahh.. well.. guess my birthday's over, may aswell go back to being the same old self destructive Billy. Only, older! Wahaha. I cough a little on the burn of the vodka, the sudden buzz, but smile, lying on my back and pointing with both hands. "It's pretty.. I'm a Virgo.. you?"
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 02:02 pm (UTC)

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I squint, trying to see what you're pointing at, but all I see is a bunch of stars. "S're, pr'tty." I snort when you say you're a virgo, grinning suddenly from ear to ear.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 02:05 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I chuckle, prodding you in the ribs. "Oi! What're you? Bitch." Ah the wonders of on-the-way-to-drunkeness.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 02:08 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I scratch my chin, trying to remember. I know I'd been told before, and on a normal day I'm sure I'd remember, but today... "D'nno." Julian was a libra, I think. I almost tell you this, but gladly, my mouth seems to not be working at that particular moment.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 02:10 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Well.." I prop myself up on my elbows, on my stomach, facing you. "What's your date of birth? You're star sign is a very important part of your identity you know!" Oh, Good God, I'm slurring already, I'm Glaswegian, in theory I should be able to hold my drink.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 02:14 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Umm..." Concentrate, Murphy. You actually know this one. "May." I nod. Wait, number date required, right? "25." Yeah, that.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 02:16 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Oh, you're so talkative tonight, you're also Gemini. Just how trashed are you?? It took way too long for you to think of that birthdate.."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 02:21 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Umm..." Starting off every sentence with 'um.' Never a good sign. I hold up my hand which is no longer holding the bottle, although my hand is still curved as if it is. I frown deeply. Where the hell did the bottle go? I grab the hand of yours that is holding the bottle and motion that I drank about three quarters of the bottle. "Th'much." I was happy a moment ago, what happened? Oh, you drank my vodka. I try to glare at you but just end up closing my eyes. All good. I have another bottle. I start sitting up, wobbly as hell. Gemini, huh? Fits, what with me being a TWO FACED BASTARD.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 02:25 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I whimper a little and put my hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to hold still so you don't end up throwing up everywhere.
"Cill.. stop.. sit still.. you're going to end up being sick.. what the hell is up with you today? I knew you seemed weird.."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 02:34 pm (UTC)

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I give a shrug, mostly to shake off your hand. Having someone touch me seems randomly disgusting. "N'th'n. J'st... tired, I guess." I rise to my feet. Suddenly sleeping under the stairs seems genius. Wobbly, but no sick feelings. "Rupert!" Where the hell did that kid go? What time is it? I look at my watch but it's hellishly blurry. The poor kid stumbles out, wiping his eyes.
"Cillian. Shut. Up!" I'm going to hate myself for that tomorrow. "What? What do you want?"
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 02:58 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Jesus, Cill.. will you just be quiet? People are sleeping, I sent Rupert to get some sleep because he'd been sitting up watching over you all night.. didn't you get any of that? Just keep it down? Please? Woah, Jeez-" Stumbling a little as I stand up. "Can't you just let the kid sleep? You've exhausted him, daft bastard."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 03:07 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

Rupert comes over, tiredly taking my arm, which I yank away. Rupert rolls his eyes. "Don't worry, Bill. I got'm. You... go back to your cabin or something. Come on, Cillian..." What is this? Everyone talk to Cillian like he's five day?
"I c'n take care of meself. Fuck this, I'm getting out 'f here. Donno why I'm here in the first place. Not like I'm not able to make my own decisions." I turn my back to you and Rupert, heading toward the parking lot. I can't drive like this. I'll just... sleep in the car and get a start out in the morning. I suppose I should tell you two that, but I don't want to talk anymore.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 03:11 pm (UTC)

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I roll my eyes, I am not going back to my cabin right now. "So what are you going to do? Leave? Do you even have any money on you? Where are you going to go, Ireland? Think you'll be able to swim?"

Don't panic. Don't panic. He won't leave.. he's just drunk.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 03:18 pm (UTC)

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"Money? HA!" I turn around, my head spinning with the twenty thousand things that are wrong with me. I'm dying to spit out that I have more money than I never needed because of the father I had killed by my first poor little victim who's in jail for the crime. "Who fucking cares anymore. Maybe I'll get lucky and die by the side of the road. Although that swimming thought is really fucking tempting right about now."
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