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Post by TIGER DEVYN VASS on May 12, 2010 18:40:58 GMT -5
it was a glorious day. just five minutes ago, tiger had robbed the dollar store of all the theater candy. and even better: he burned the place down. he grinned at the memory, sitting back in a computer chair. there was some way he needed to celebrate. a thought popped into his head, which made him happy. he took his phone out of his pocket and selected october's number. he typed up a quick message. get your ass into my dorm. bring movies. k, like, nao plz. (: he pressed the send button, closed his phone, and put it back in his pocket. he took the candy out of his backpack and layed them out on a table. he got some bean bags, pillows, stuffed animals, and plopped them a meter away from the screen. he sat in one of the bean bags and waited for toby's reply, hoping it would be a fo shizzle, my nizzle. <3 or something along those lines.
words one hundred and sixty three.
tagged octoberrrrrr.
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Post by OCTOBER JAMES ELLIOT on May 12, 2010 20:41:17 GMT -5
Toby skipped back to his room after being out for a while. Sure, he couldn't get into bars, but he could always have people bring him shitloads of beer, right? of course.So, there he was, in all his buzzed-off-his-ass, but-not-drunk-yet glory! He giggled as he walked into his dorm, peeling his shirt off before the door was even shut, and fell backwards onto his bed. This was great; he could feel the alcohol working its' beautiful magic through his bloodstream, which was still probably intoxicated from last weeks' ordeal. Looking around, everything seemed alittle fuzzy. It was about that time he heard his ringtone, an started singing along. " let's have some fun this beat is sick, i wanna take a ride on yo' disco stick!", he giggled again, and got his phone, reading the text from tiger. fo shizzle, my nizzle, ;] yeah, that's right. Drunk Toby could see the littlest things, and he saw that's what Tiger wanted him to say. Without putting his shirt back on, he grabbed the nearest movies, and a case of beer, and headed out.
It actually took him a while to get there, and when he did, he knocked on the door and giggled. " lemmeeeeee inn!", by the pitch of his voice, it would have been easy to tell he was drunk.
words220.
notesLOL TOO LAZY FOR TEMPLATEZ.
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Post by TIGER DEVYN VASS on May 12, 2010 20:45:38 GMT -5
tiger laughed as he heard the drunken toby scream at his door. "lemmeeeee in!" he yelled at tiger. he was obviously drunk, even tiger could tell. he opened the door and saw toby shirtless, holding a pack of beer and movies. "kay, cool." he said simply, making way for toby to stagger in. "but no throwing up. cause then i'll have to clean it, and that's never fun." he grinned and sat in one of the bean bags. he already knew it was going to be a great night. maybe a bit too great...
words i dunno. not a lot. -lazy bummm-
tagged toby, nizzle.
notes fergalicious. [:
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Post by OCTOBER JAMES ELLIOT on May 12, 2010 20:52:53 GMT -5
" kayso, i brought a few movies, but i think we should start with the devil wears prada. it's my fucking guilty pleasure. i cried during it one time, because that meryl streep person is a bitch to Anne, and Anne is gorgeous. even though i'm gay, i'd fuck that. anyway! i also brought beer." he grinned widely, taking a deep breath. do you know how hard it is for a drunk person to form a sentence, that correct? yeah, it's hard. giggling, he staggered into the room and set the beer on the table and walked over to Tiger's bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling.
wordsdunno
notesLOL I MAKE MYSELF LAUGH
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Post by TIGER DEVYN VASS on May 12, 2010 21:00:19 GMT -5
tiger watched as toby staggered around the room and rambled about fucking some person, then laying in his bed. "that's cute." he said, turning to look at him. "so where's the movie?" he asked. he flicked his hair to the side, which wasn't under a hat like it usually was. he grabbed it off the shelf nearby and slid it onto his head. all better, he thought. his hat gave him that warm, fuzzy feeling inside. like when you burn down buildings and people are like ZOMG WTF!?oneone!!!! and you're standing there, watching, knowing you're guilty. but the po-po's can't catch you. so it's all good. yeah, that kind of feeling.
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