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Post by samson on Jun 5, 2012 20:49:34 GMT -5
 Samson wasn't much one for the party scene. He was that weird kid who sat in the back in class, who never answered questions, because did you really think he felt like writing them down and holding them up for everyone to see? Even worse when they turned out to be wrong. He didn't keep a wide circle of friends, because for one, he was a jerk half the time. For another, he wasn't at all sociable. Friendships came from people he knew a long while, people who he dealt with, who could stand the fact that he didn't like to talk. But mostly, he just stuck to schoolwork and the like. Dorky as that may have been, it was what he was good at and so he stuck to it. He wasn't good at talking to other people, impressing them, being around others and having good conversation. So sue him. He didn't think he needed to impress anyone. And maybe that was why he didn't have so many friends. He didn't wonder about it too much. Even if he didn't have friends, he'd still have Harley.
However, the reason he was currently sitting on this couch at the part, drinking a beer was because he thought it would be a good idea to hang out with Karlee. He knew she was into parties and the like, and what else was there to really do? He wanted to spend more time with her after being reunited. Meeting up with her again was awesome, and he didn't want that to happen just to let the friendship slip away again. He could blame himself, he knew that. He wasn't good at keeping in touch. His relatives could vouch for that, though it was through the combined efforts of both him and Beatrice. And Samson regretted that, he really did. He was just not without his faults. Maybe Karlee deserved an explanation, but he also didn't explain himself. Explanations took too much time, and he didn't have that kind of time. He only had paper and cell phones and that was his mode of communication. That's all.
He was sufficiently buzzed, reaching drunkenness. That's what he felt like he needed as he watched everyone else dance and grind up against each other, strobe lights blinding. He had a girlfriend, he wasn't about to go and hump another chick just because she wasn't here. Sam did feel bad about not bringing her along, because he knew how girlfriends got about parties. This is where the bad stuff happened. But he was confident in his loyalty. He didn't want anyone else, no matter how easy they were. His heart belonged to Harley, and that meant everything else, too. The whole package. They weren't married yet, though, but she was just as important to him as a wife. And so, even though he knew Karlee liked dancing, he was content to sit on the couch and drink his way to near-stupor.
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Post by karlee on Jun 6, 2012 23:09:20 GMT -5
This was Karlee's scene. Parties where her thing, and she was glad that Sam had come with her. Bonding time, right? Friends hung out together, and frankly, she couldn't see a better way. Get drunk, cause some trouble. Sam was the best person to do that with. When they where younger neither of them drank so obviously they had grown up quite a bit since then. This wasn't a huge party, but big enough for the music to make her head pound. She had sat on the couch for a while with Sammy before finding her way into the crowd to dance for a while. What was a party without dancing? She figured Sam probably wasn't simply because of the fact that he had a girlfriend. Most girlfriends would probably not be happy if their boyfriend was off sweating over another girl.
She was really glad her and Sam had been reunited. It was like a high school reunion but only with one person, and actually liking the person. Karlee was a bitch ninety percent of the time so friends were not something she kept around too much. Well, female friends anyways. She got along pretty well with most males, so she figured that was a bonus. Childhood friends made everything better though. They went back further than some drunken one night stand or a party. And a plus was she could tell him anything, absolutly anything, and he wasn't going to tell anybody. She knew that he didn't have a whole lot of friends, but he was also kind of like her personal diary.
Karlee was already pretty well hammered though. She usually did pretty fast at these things. She skipped the beer and went straight for the liquor. She was pretty, she knew that, so she didn't have much trouble getting the harder stuff. She had spent quite a while dancing in the crowd with random guys, before finding her way back over to where Sam was. She was wearing heels, so she was a little wobbly, and nearly fell sideways onto the couch beside Sam. " Mmm, Sammy. You should.. come.. do something." Her words where slurred, and by the way she was moving it was more than obvious she was drunk. "With me. 'Sgo have fun and break shit." She said, snorting a little bit and shaking her head. It was obvious she was a little too far gone. Even in her drunken stupor she found it hard to flirt with her best friend. " Come oooon." She whined, taking his free arm and tugging on it a little bit. She wasn't even sure what she was apt to do, but she was going to drag Sam away to do something. It was for sure that she was not about to drive home, tonight.
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Post by samson on Jun 7, 2012 18:29:37 GMT -5
He wondered how he sounded drunk. After all, when he was a kid and shill had his voice, he hadn't be drinking. He was sure his parents would have been quite disapproving about that. Alcohol being a depressant, it tended to lower his muse instead of boost it. Things got to him easier, they brought him down. Even things he'd gotten over, like his parents. It was easier to think about the space they left behind in his life, the fact that he'd never have parents again. He'd never be able to see them, never be able to hug their legs or run around on the docks while they got the boat ready. Not fair. He took another drink of beer as he mulled this over. Why had he never realized it before? Why did his parents have to die? Why him? He'd never done anything wrong. He always ate his vegetables, he did his homework, why did he have to lose the people that he loved? The beer made him bitter, made him think about the life he could have had. It was like he'd forgotten Beatrice, that he had so much still.
He lifted his eyebrows when Karlee came over, and it was obvious that she was hammered. It was kind of adorable in the 'I'm more sober than you' sense. Well, for now. She was smaller than her, of course she'd get drunk quicker than him. He was buzzed, just good at hiding it. As a naturally stoic and poised person, it carried over. Sam just took a sip from the bottle as she spoke, her words joining together as if to form their own language. Do something? He knew he should be doing something, felt guilty about not doing anything as a matter of fact, but what would he do? He wasn't the party kid here. She was the one who enjoyed boozing up. He didn't judge, of course, it was her prerogative. The Thunder just went along with it to please her. And hey, it wasn't like he couldn't have fun. He'd be quite the boring person if he did not know how to enjoy himself even when he was out of his element. All he had to do was let loose. And drink some more.
She pulled him by the arm and his body leaned a little, but he was significantly stronger than her physically. However, his pleading was getting to her--goddamn his weakness--and he stood up, bottle in one hand as he pulled her over to dance. He put up his arms and waved them around comically, in his version of dancing. Okay, he could have fun, just you watch. All the while he was dancing like this, he wore a perfectly straight face as if not realizing what he was doing. Remembering her mention of breaking things, he left for a moment to grab a lamp and unplug it after placing his beer down, using it as a dance partner as he moved his arms around again. Now he was just the weirdo, but that's what happened when one allowed Samson to party. It wasn't a pretty sight whatsoever.
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Post by karlee on Jun 17, 2012 0:36:06 GMT -5
Karlee was a bit of an outrageous drunk. She liked to have fun and didn't really care who saw. She also happened to get very chatty, which wasn't really a good thing since she was barely comprehensible when she was drunk. She loved, however, that her friend was willing to put up with her ridiculous demands. However, just asking him to do something probably wasn't that ridiculous. She probably wasn't going to remember much of this come morning time anyways. She smiled when Sammy finally got up, and walked over to dance with her. This really was a different kind of dancing, however. She, too, just sort of threw her arms up and threw her hair around a little bit. It made her dizzy however, when she stumbled into sammy once, so she stopped, and just took the moment to sway a little bit and try to get her vision to stop being so blurry.
She hardly noticed when Sammy left. However, then she saw him with a lamp. In her normal state, she probably would have told him to put it away. Put it back where he got it. Like somebody might a little kid. However, she just laughed, struggling a bit to keep her balence. "Break iiit." She taunted. It was more her subconscience want for trouble. However, she had the feeling her and sam where going to get into enough trouble tonight. She had a way of making that happen. She was a bad influence. Sam was usually a pretty good kid, or so she was pretty sure, so in the morning anything bad that happened she would probably blame herself for. "Do something exciting." She slurred, not realizing how bad her slurring was, as she leaned on him for a moment. "Make fireworks." She smirked a little bit, obviously referring to thunder. If anything, it was her that would make the fireworks. She was a fire after all. In her drunken state, she was not positive what she was talking about.
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Post by samson on Jun 20, 2012 20:28:40 GMT -5
It did not bode well to encourage Samson to do anything in this kind of state. At least he was not moping anymore, which usually happened when he got drunk. He lent himself rather easily to the energy of his friends, and Karlee had energy. He was just a big dork who couldn't have fun on his own. Not that much of a dork. He was his own worst enemy in his thoughts, dragging himself down by thinking like that. He was one to have a lot of confidence in all cases that did not involve Harley, but after getting a few drinks in him he was pensive and sometimes downright cantankerous. It was not something very good, considering that he didn't get along with people well already. He could momentarily forget that he got along with Karlee just fine. It was probably something to do with...something, he didn't have the cognitive faculties to be thinking on that kind of thing at this point in time. He would decide why exactly he had such an agreeable relationship with the girl at a later point in time. If he remembered. It wasn't often when people thought of their relationships with others in such a way. For Sam, it only came about when he was snockered on a few beers. Heavy-weight champion in this corner. At least he was pretty decent on that front. He could hold his weight, because he did weight quite a bit. And he was tall, all the defenses he needed against succumbing to the alcohol wasteland.
He looked at the lamp in his hands, considering her slurred words. Her eyes were encouragement. If he did use his powers, he could potentially fuck shit up. In a moment of great stupidity, he motioned with his hand to get her to move away from him before the lamp burst as if something exploded from the inside. It was fucking hilarious when people turned to look at what had happened, freaking out about something exploding, even ducking for cover as if Russia had launched a nuclear campaign on the party. The eyes eventually found him and the shattered lamp on the floor. Samson shrugged his shoulders, giving his best confused face, because he didn't know what happened, honest. Those that had stopped dancing continued after a few moments, and Sam was waiting for their drunken host to come over and accost him. It didn't happen, though, and it was only then that he noticed something. He looked at Karlee, pointing to his arm. A piece of what had once been the base of the lamp impaled his arm through his sleeve, dug deep into it. He barely even felt it, as out of the mind as he was. He looked to her, questioning what he should do about this. He couldn't leave it in, but he knew it would hurt on its way out. Did they have EMTs around? Or should they call the hospital? Well fuck, this wasn't looking good.
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