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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 29, 2012 11:28:27 GMT -5
tom couldn't be described as rich, but he did have quite a bit of money. he chalked that up to not having too much of a social life. and his best friend being his dealer, he got certain benefits. and he didn't smoke too often. he had things to do, he was an adult, and he had a job that wouldn't appreciate him showing up with red eyes and eating bugles from his fingertips. he recently moved out of his apartment into an actual house, with two cats and a refrigerator loaded with food. but of course, no one to share it with save for friends who he didn't really trust there anyway. the other teachers and professors at the academy were the ones he could honestly trust with his possessions. they were responsible people. he had his uncertainties about rin, but that was because she was satan. and of course his sister and ex were excluded from that list.
being as he had this money to spend, the best place to spend that would be the casino that recently opened in the hollow. he'd been to casinos before, but they made him think of his grandmother and the beads she'd give to her sister from the casinos she'd go to with her old lady friends. but they were good places to shop and there was booze, and that was really the only reasons he needed to go there. and gambling was a plus, because the slots had to be the most addicting thing. understandable considering that it was a legitimate addiction to have. he didn't think he actually had an addiction, it might have been his personality, but he felt confident when calling nala up and telling her that he wanted to do something that night. it felt awkward to go alone, just being the random guy completely smashed sitting at the slots pushing buttons.
luckily, she agreed to go with him and he got dressed in one of his suits. he always looked nice and spiffy, and he believed that's how one should look when hitting up a casino. he left the house and drove to the casino, which was close by, but not close enough to walk. he met up with nala in the actual casino and greeted her warmly. "thanks for accompanying me so i'm not the lonely drunk loser, i really appreciate it," he joked. and hey, she was an attractive woman and he'd like people who came to the casino to think they might be romantically involved. it would be a boost to his pride, at least, because he hadn't been in a stable relationship since that one and it was hard to remember what it was like to actually spend more than one or two nights with a woman. he remembered that it was actually pretty nice, but a lot of what he could recall were the bad things, the end of the relationship he'd once cherished.
of course, the first destination was the lounge for drinks. he decided that he'd be fancy an get a scotch or two or three until he decided that maybe the walls should not be spinning that way. it made him giggle, as a matter of fact, and as he sat back in his chair he told nala, "we should...we should go shopping." he waved his arm toward the direction of the shops outside of the casino area. "like over there. just buy things. because we have the money." it was a good thing he did not teach english, otherwise him drunken would have been a real damn shame to be a witness to. as it were, he taught calculus and that made his grip of words somewhat acceptable at this point.
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Post by nala on Aug 29, 2012 22:13:33 GMT -5
To say that Nala was surprised to get a phone call from Thomas was...a bit of an understatement. But getting a phone call from Thomas that was an invitation to go out was probably an even bigger surprise. They were friends, sure, as much as colleagues could be, and they probably bumped into each other once or twice in town and didn't run screaming the other way so the likelihood of them not hating each other was high. But still -- it was just a little unexpected. Then again, it could have just been unexpected because she hadn't planned on going out at all, instead settling in for the night with a book, feeling like maybe it was a good time to recuperate from her bender with Christina two weeks ago -- she just couldn't party like she used to, even though it would be nice to be able to. But as far as she knew, he made it all sound so tempting and he wasn't a bad guy -- actually, she couldn't really put a finger on his personality at all, so part of the reason why she agreed to go besides the boredom of sitting in her apartment was so she could, perhaps, get a better glimpse of who Thomas Roth was.
Well, for one, he looked damn good in a suit and so she was glad that she decided to dress herself up a little -- being at a casino in Maple Hollow probably didn't really call for real formal wear, but all that she knew about casinos was that most girls dressed to impress and guys wore suits...or really ugly Hawaiian shirts. Jeans just felt kind of wrong. Either way, after making sure her hair wasn't a hot mess from being up all day and her dress was devoid of any stray wrinkles, she met up with Thomas by the entrance of the casino. "Don't mention it, I didn't have much to do," Nala waved it off -- it was pretty much true. Plus, she hadn't been to the casino before, only drove by it once or twice, and felt like she had to take a closer look. It was pretty nice -- she couldn't imagine an awful looking casino, really -- and spacious, immaculately decorated. People were milling about, the clang of the slot machines ringing over their distant chatter, though it tapered off the closer the shops were. Overall, her first impression was a pretty positive one.
When Thomas said that he didn't want to be a 'lonely drunk loser', she had figured that he couldn't have really meant all of it...but no, he really did mean all of it, and a few drinks later, he was almost three sheets to the wind. To be fair, she wasn't faring much better -- long island iced teas were her drink of choice but she always forgot just how strong they were, damn, and she'd had two already -- but she, honestly, just wasn't sure if she was hearing him right or not. "You...wait, you...called me to the casino. To shop."
[/color] Not that Nala would really turn down an offer to go shopping, but she was relatively sure there were regulations in place so people don't drink and go drunk shopping. Then, maybe her girly parts kicked in or something, because shopping sounded like a fucking awesome idea. "Let's go shopping then so I can dress you up all pretty!"[/color] Being the marginally more sober one, though, she got up, wobbled a little bit -- stupid heels -- and reached her hand out to him in a gesture to help him up. "Let's go buy all the things!"[/color] The poker tables would have to wait.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 30, 2012 10:48:28 GMT -5
in tom's mind, nala was far from antisocial or a recluse. because he was neither of those things, and he felt a kinship with her. despite the fact that she taught one of his dreaded subjects, he felt similar to her in a way. but not so similar that he'd admit to some of his dirtier little secrets. or rather, he wouldn't call them dirty. just bits about himself that kept him a not-so-happy single man. he just liked to think about the good parts of singlehood half the time. no need to go out every night, he could flop around his bed all he wanted if he couldn't get to sleep, a lot of his money was saved for nights like these. the big thing missing that he did not like to think about, though, was that he was lonely. he pretended he didn't get lonely. but hey, everyone did without companionship. and he'd once had high hopes for the future.
at least he hadn't disturbed her or anything. not that he'd feel too guilty about it. did that make him a bad person? he supposed it might have, but he was a man with good intent. that was enough to ease any feelings of guilt. "i'm so glad you're a loser," he said jokingly, grinning to prove as such. his other friends, now, the ones that he had been friends with since middle school and high school, those were the losers. they were the ones calling him up in the middle of the night asking him why the ceiling was not in high definition. the professor couldn't say too much for himself, either, considering he was often one of those late night calls.
he sighed exasperatedly, though, as she pointed out the whole casino deal. "there is more than just gambling in casinos, nalaaa, you know that," he said with a bit of an immature tone. tom shifted in his seat, moving his feet. "besides, i'm boring when i'm gambling." he sat in front of the slot machine like a man possessed. or an old lady possessed, because he couldn't get image of his granny here out of his head. what if they saw her? it would be pretty odd, but at least she was a nice lady. a little loopy, but he supposed that's what age did to a person. but then she agreed, and he clapped his hands together. "pretty clothes, really?" he said, bouncing up and noticing how she almost stumbled. it really sucked for women, didn't it?
he tried his best to keep his composure and not put on a musical performance as he walked out of the casino area and into the shopping place. "we need food," he said quietly, looking around as if they were hunters searching for their prey in the woodland. "where is food?" and not the food at the bar, he would not be eating peanuts no thank you. he needed something real, because he was a man. a drunk man who obviously did not know his limits when it came to scotch. but tonight was for fun, so he figured that it would be all right. and nala did not voice any complaints as of yet.
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Post by nala on Oct 1, 2012 13:37:26 GMT -5
in the back of her mind, nala was sure that the more sober part of her was tsking and saying something like, "you climbed out of bed, tossed aside your playstation 3 controller, to accompany this guy shopping?" the drunker part of her realized that thomas pretty much nailed it on the spot, even though they didn't know each other all that well, if at all beyond what teaching together at the academy said. nala was a loser. but at least she was a good looking loser. a good looking loser that could shoot targets a thousand feet away with a bow and arrow. yes, a thousand. one day, she'd get to over nine thousand. just everyone wait. "it takes a loser to know one, goofy." goofy? yeah, she didn't know why she called him that. it sounded okay in her head.
all in all, there was something to be said about two losers basking in their loserdom together, and from what nala knew, thomas was a relatively fun guy. of course, he probably had his secrets -- everyone did, let's be real -- but nala wasn't in the business of prying into people's lives. hell, she actually didn't even care very much at all. she'd be the worst papparazzi to have ever existed because she just couldn't give a damn about people's skeletons in their closets unless it rendered them unable to be productive, functioning members of society. (sober!nala argued that getting drunk and wobbling around in heels probably wasn't very productive, but they were going to stimulate the economy by being consumers. so there.) "how can someone be boring when they gamble? you're, like, pissing away your money, there's got to be some emotion there!"
[/color] nala wondered out loud. then again, the same could be said about shopping, considering styles and fashion change all the time, and what she makes thomas buy today will probably just go out of style in like, two weeks. such is the way of the world. nala still has an iphone 3 just out of spite. "oh, i can dress you up real good! you're all tall and manly and have nice facial features even though you wear your hair in a totally unflattering style."[/color] oops. she had thought that last part, but really hadn't planned on saying it out loud. "but you're still gorgeous, so let's buy you all the pretty things!"[/color] she tugged on his arm as they began to wander the shopping area, though they quickly began to veer off course once thomas decided that searching for food was the better choice. (sober!nala agreed, but god did she wish the girl would just shut up.) "food...it's the other way, back there. where we were drinking before."[/color] a drink sounded good. then again, so did brussel sprouts. "do you really want food? i was going to dress you up..."[/color] she really wasn't as sad as she sounded, honestly. she rifled through her purse, contents all over the place -- she really needed to get a more structured bag. "i...have a small bag of cheetos?"[/color] nala pulled it out -- she stuck it in there to have as a snack in case her meetings with the other history teachers at the academy ran over. maybe it would hold thomas over. [ ...i'm sorry, apparently nala goes crazy when she drinks. 8|;;; and i'm also sorry for taking so bloody long! ][/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Oct 12, 2012 1:17:12 GMT -5
you can discover a lot about a person spending drunken quality time with them. it was like a whole different side of them came out, and you could later use that side to mock them constantly. not that he would do that to nala. maybe. it would be all in good fun if he did, unless she somehow managed to really piss him off. she didn't seem like the type that would. at least intentionally. "whoa, whoa, now i'm a disney character. fuck you, princess peach." princess peach wasn't even disney, but it sounded right to him and therefore it needed to be said. unfortunately, like everything that happened in with intoxication, it didn't make sense. that didn't make it any less hilarious to him.
as it was, he believed he kicked her as in loserdom. which wasn't really kicking ass, it was more like wallowing in self-pity. which he tried not to do too often. he was not a wallowing sort, he'd had enough of that after hanna. that didn't mean his bad side wouldn't come out after some booze in his system. "emotions that consist of irrational anger and self-destructive drinking." it wasn't something to really be proud of, but then again he wasn't proud of how he was sometimes. especially when competitive. "but me, i'm especially not good. you don't want any of this. well, gambling." he winked at her, not even for a second feeling like a creepy old person who still fucking winked, and nudged the woman in the side. who wouldn't want a piece of him? booze made him even more full of himself than usual.
tom lifted an eyebrow, running his hand along his jaw. he was clean-shaven tonight, though it really depended on the day. and his laziness. "oh, stop with the compliments, you flatter!" he said with the air of a scandalized southern belle. and with her idea of buying him 'pretty' things, he felt like one. "pretty? nala, pretty? i am aghast." he sighed as if put off, but hey, let her have her fun. as long as it wasn't pretty as in long flowing dresses that she could take pictures of him in. and so he let the teacher tug on him and take him anywhere. at least it would be fun.
groaning, he rolled his eyes. she was so demanding, wasn't she? "fine, fine, you can dress me up first. but if you call me barbie, i'm done, and i'm going home." calling a cab, most like. he wasn't going to drive home in this state, that was just asking for a trouble. and he wasn't going to ask her for a ride. because she was just as bad. maybe they should have had a designated, but cabs worked just as well. "i am a man, cheetos will not suffice." but he took the bag anyway, munching on it when he looked for a clothes place. finding it, he childishly waved the empty bag in her space to return it to her, licking his fingers clean. "you need to pick out an outfit for me," he said, a finger still in his mouth. hopefully there would be changing rooms around, or else he would certainly be changing in front of everyone.
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