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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 9, 2011 19:55:12 GMT -5
She held up her hands in a surrendering gesture. ”Okay, okay, you have potential, I’ll give you that.” Of course, she couldn’t tell right now when he was hammered, but normally he was pretty coordinated. It wouldn’t be too difficult for him to learn such a skill. Oh god, he actually did it. Nell’s sides hurt from how much she was laughing at his pirate immitation. It was terrible, how much she enjoyed this. But honestly, the two might as well have a good time. It was his birthday after all. And if he wanted to be drunk for it, so be it. She’d make it worth his time.
Nell was not expecting retaliation in the form of an assault to the side. ”No, not my weak spot!” she cried out dramatically, not being able to hold back all the giggles. She always felt so worn out after being tickled, thanks to the fact it made her laugh so hard. She remembered tickle fights with her sister, just as Ace had tickled his own—except that Nell would always be afraid of exerting the chronically ill girl and it was usually her that fell victim to Tilly’s relentlessness.
This talk of cars was enough to make her swoon. ”I say you get yourself one of those old cars and I’ll help you restore it,” Nell offered completely serious. Of course, he might not even remember this conversation come morning, but it still sounded fun to do. Even if it wasn’t her own car, she’d still love to help him make an old junker badass again. ”We could probably find a Delorean in the junkyard, but we’d have to do it at your place…” Yes, she was definitely planning this out in her head. At the mention of buying a bike, she said, ”I don’t know amigo, bikes can be pretty expensive. Which one do you want?” Unlike cars, she had very limited knowledge of motorcycles. She didn’t know any models or anything like that, but she figured their inner mechanisms couldn’t be that much different from cars.
Nell used a finger to wipe away a tear clinging to her eyelash, but was still laughing as she said, ”Sorry, sorry.” She wished this bar could be more like Coyote Ugly—barring the fact that she liked the movie—but it was a practical shithole where a lot of the Academy students hung out if they had a fake ID. Ace was lucky that night, considering he was with her. ”My skills turn you on, hmm?” She winked at him, grabbing another bottle. She had other people to serve, of course, and when she was through with them, she turned her attention back to Ace with an apologetic look. Nell smirked at the question, easily falling into the usual bartender stereotypes. ”It’s like the alcohol version of a four cheese pasta.” Leave it her to make comparisons to food. ”I suggest you take it slow, but I won’t mind driving you home tonight. But if you get too wasted by the time you need to give me directions, you can crash at my place. It’s a studio, but you can take the futon.” It happened sometimes when her friends got drunk off their asses and were incapable of even functioning correctly.
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 10, 2011 20:42:19 GMT -5
"Many thanks captain!" He said with the pirate accent, "When do I start mah Trainin?" He said though his accent was starting to become more Scottish and less Pirate. "Captain, I'm a Scottish Pirate!" He said ending with another argh. Ace was never good at accents, the only one he could do was maybe a Scottish one, but other than that horrible one, he could do no others. Yea Ace was no actor, he wanted to go to Europe just to get an accent. He loved European accents, they were just awesome.
Ace laughed and yelled out "I'm the tickle monster!" He said with a loud yell tickling her sides even more. He used to do that with one of his little cousins when they were small. It was a game they played when he was over at his aunts house. He would chase them around yelling he was the tickle monster and they would run away screaming and laughing. It was a fun little game they played. Eventually they got older and the game got less fun for both participants. Oh well it was a part of life, growing up.
Ace smiled, "Well that would be a lot of help." He said cheerfully. Ace would need the help. He had no idea what the hell to do to a car if he needed to restore it. He didn't know specifics about engines or chassis. All he new was how to change a tire, and how to check the oil, all of which he learned from his father. "Yea my place." He said thoughtfully, right now he didn't have a place, he slept in the Water Dorms and didn't have an apartment or a house to which he could call his own. Nope he was living in the water dorms for now. "Well, I saw a bike I liked for only eight grand. Comparing that to other bikes and cars, its rather cheap." He said thoughtfully. The bike he was thinking of getting was a Suzuki Hayabusa. The one he had looked at was the 2009 model, and it still was in really good condition.
Ace gave her a teasing glare. "It hurt." He said with a huff rubbing the back of his head. He looked around and thought he saw some familiar faces around. None he knew personally just that he had seen around the school. Of course he might be mistaken, he was smashed after all. "Yes, Yes they do." He said jokingly. "But seriously, that was awesome." He said nodding his head. That was pretty boss, he had to say. It was one of the coolest things he had ever seen anyone do with a bottle, not that many people did tricks with bottles but that's besides the point. He silently watched her several other customers while he drank from his Adios drink. God it tasted really good, and it was pretty much smashing him even more. When she came back he was already at the halfway point of his drink. He listened to her talk about the drink and stuff, and he nodded his head, trying his best to give her his attention. "Hah, I don't think I'll make it Nell!" he said "I mean I already drank some wine before this. If I'm not unconscious by the time I finish this." He said pointing at his drink, he was slurring his words a little more and he seemed a little more spaced out, this was the most drunk he had ever gotten. "Then it'll be a freakin miracle!" He said taking another gulp from his drink.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 11, 2011 14:11:00 GMT -5
Nell couldn’t stop laughing, and it was pretty much at Ace’s drunken expense. And then his pirate voice started to slip and become something else, and she replied to him with a Highlander quote in her best Sean Connery accent, ”There can be only one.” Now she was just being silly, but she was a silly person by nature. When drunk, she took silly to dangerous levels. Which is why she abstained from another glass of wine. Even though she could hold it well—especially wine—she didn’t trust herself enough not to let her judgement go to shit thanks to a few glasses.
Feeling like a little kid when he called out his status as the tickle monster, she couldn’t stop the giggles from taking over. It was the worst thing about being tickled, the fact that you couldn’t stop laughing even though it was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. She figured it was the sort of things parents did with their kids, but neither of her parents had played silly games with her. ”Uncle, uncle!” she cried out, knowing she wouldn’t be able to escape Ace’s torture unless he relented.
She pointed her thumb at herself and said, ”I’m your mechanic baby.” Especially since she’d chosen to mess around with her Cruiser in experimentation to figure out how exactly it ran. Books didn’t work too well when it came to learning skills, it was practical application she needed. Luckily, she was good enough that she didn’t have to send the car to a real mechanic yet if she screwed up. ”Sounds like a good deal,” she said contemplatively. Actually, it was a really good deal. But she reminded herself that she didn’t have to worry about things like that anymore. The only thing stopping her from getting a really nice car was the fact that she still lived downtown and had only begun to search for new apartments in a better part of town.
Nell stuck her tongue out at him. If Ace had seriously hurt himself, she’d be fussing like nothing else, but she knew that it was pretty much impossible to injure yourself on the door. When she started, she’d pulled an Ace quite a lot. Besides, that wasn’t half as bad as what he’d be experiencing by the end of the night. Good thing she had a pretty decent remedy. There was no way to cure a hangover, but there were some tricks to soothe it, and one was a rather nasty concotion she’d come up with and tested on her friend. ”Thanks,” she said genuinely. Everyone liked to be complimented, even her. But every evil, mean part of her told herself that she didn’t deserve it thanks to her mother’s warping of her mind. Still, she wasn’t about to deny it because that was more or less fishing for compliments. He commented in his slurred voice just how messed up he was and she shook her head. ”Remember, as a bartender I can cut you off,” she said, half-joking. Ace definitely did not seem to be the confrontational drunk, and she wasn’t too worried about him threatening to cut her like Josh had. And now we’re great friends, how does that work? Had she been any less forgiving, they probably would have never spoken to each other again.
Her ‘barmate’ came over and said, ”Nell, I advise against getting kids drunk.” Looking at Ace as he cleaning out a glass with an old rag, he snorted. The girl waved him away, saying, ”It’s his birthday. Oh, I forgot to ask how old you are!” She’d never asked him about his age before, so she didn’t exactly know. ”Hey, Danny, do you think we can get him a cupcake or something and sing?” She grinned. Singing was probably the most embarrassing part of going out for your birthday, but the cupcake would be worth it. ”There’s one in the fridge that’s yours.” She went back in the storage area to see if it was true, and it was—not surprising, considering a lot of food in the fridge had belonged to her at one point, but was free for anyone to take. Returning with the cupcake, Nell said appologetically, ”I don’t have a candle or anything, but to make up for that, I can skip the singing and you can just eat your cupcake.”
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 11, 2011 19:51:05 GMT -5
Ace laughed, "I know that movie!" He said with a shout. "That's with Sean Connery right? I don't remember it well but I know I saw it." He said nodding in approval. He had seen it on Netflix once, because there was nothing else on. Hell he was so drunk right now, he couldn't remember the details of the movie, or even it's title. Yea he was really forgetful when he was drunk. He usually forgot names, and numbers, but sometimes he forgot whole conversations.
Ace tickled her until she cried out uncle. He let out his best evil Bwhahaha laugh he could. "The Tickle monster triumphs once more!" He shouted to the sky, than erupted laughing. That was fun. he thought as he let out a happy breath. He hadn't had that much fun in a while, his mind was a little preoccupied with other stuff. He smiled at Nell "Thank's for being here on my birthday." He said giving her a quick hug. She really did make the loneliness disappear. He was glad she was one of his friends.
He smiled, "Good cause I have no idea what to do with a beat up car." It was true, he had no idea, and no clue. And he did hope that she could help him out. If he tried it alone, he'd end up making it worse. "Yea It'll be our baby." He said with a grin. "But if we divorce you can keep the kids, I'll take the car." He said with a laugh. Then he nodded, "Yea it is, I just gotta get the money." He said thinking about how much he had. It wasn't much, he had most of it in his bank account back in America. And all that was in there was maybe a thousand and a half.
Ace grinned, "Sure anytime ol' pal." He said with a grin. The drink was remedying the pain in his head. It was numbing the throb and slowly making him go a little spacy. When Ace got drunk, not only was he forgetful, but he was also a cuddly drunk. He liked to cuddle with people when he was drunk, or just be with them and hug them. Yea it got pretty weird once when a friend was driving a smashed Ace home. He had been pretty wasted, and he was stuck in the car with his friend. It started out with a Hey dude, your pretty awesome you know? and then he just got worse from there, shouting out the window at whoever was still up that late, that he loved this guy and that he was his bestest buddy in the world. It went bad, but they were still friends at the end. He grinned as he looked up at Stark. "Stark when I get really drunk I like to cuddle. Will you be my cuddle buddy later?" He said rather loudly. Oh yea he was pretty drunk now, soon he'll be going up to random people and putting an arm around their shoulders, and asking them to sing some nursery songs with him.
He looked up at her confused then he remembered it was his birthday. "Oh I'm," He paused and looked at her barmate. "I'm twenty one duh." He said with a wide drunk smile. "Ooh cupcake." He said after finishing the rest of the drink. He was totally smashed, and had no idea what the hell he was doing. When she came back he smiled at the cupcake and watched as Nell brought it up. "It's fine Nelleyell." He said saying her name like Nell ee L. "Just no singing, I don't like to sing." He said drunkenly before biting into the cupcake. It was the best thing he ever tasted, and that was mostly cause he was drunk, anything good tasting would taste amazing. But at the moment, he thought it was the best thing in the world.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 12, 2011 10:44:06 GMT -5
She was tempted to ask Ace if he had really seen that movie, or if he was so drunk that it just sounded familiar. But at least he recognized that it was supposed Sean Connery, no matter how horrible she was at accents or the fact that there wasn’t an ‘s’ in what she said to make it more obvious. And his drunkenness only became more apparent when he hugged her and thanked her for being with him on his birthday. Okay, maybe that wasn’t so much drunkenness as the hug was. A cuddly drunk. She couldn’t help but laugh at Ace’s antics.
”Oh ho ho, I don’t think so!” she said about the divorce. ”We’ll settle that in court, thank you very much.” Actually she didn’t know which she liked more: children or cars? That was quite the difficult decision for her. She smiled at Ace, and it was even funnier that she was completely lucid while he was steadily falling into the grasps of the drink. So she had a better clue of what she was talking about when she said, ”Well, you can get a job and save up, homes. Then you’d be kicking ass on your sexy new bike.” He could even ask her for money. She hoped he would, actually, no matter how terrible it was. Her bitterness for her father ran very, very deep, so much so that she could ignore how petty she was being about him coming back into her life after eleven years.
Nell made sure to keep an eye on her friend while serving others drinks. She didn’t put into use many tricks, because her fellow bartender would always look at her cagily, afraid she’d drop a bottle or something. And she didn’t want anyone to have to worry, so she kept it to the basics. Luckily, a lot of people just ordered beer, or simple drinks like White Russians. Honestly, not many people got the Adios Motherfucker because not many have even heard of it. She tried it after attempting it the first time, and was rather proud of the results. But it felt like a punch in the gut, with the variety of hard liquor she put into it. She knew exactly what Ace felt like right then.
Laughing as she shook up a martini, Nell said, ”If you’re even awake by the time my shift is over.” She poured out the drink for the customer, who laughed at the drunk young man and his question, and turned her attention back to Ace. She really did wonder how long he would last after one of her specialty drinks, and how soon it would be until she felt the need to cut him off.
Her usually unamused barmate actually laughed at Ace when he said he was twenty-one, and that made Nell grin in return. ”Twenty-one? So am I!” How else did she get a job as a bartender? Lying, like you lie about everything that has to do with you. Not that anyone cared about age in this dump, the owner barely gave a second glance at her petite five foot two frame, and not even Danny cared about the truth. So Ace was pretty much safe, as were other students with their fake IDs that were here. She’d actually even served a few friends that night. She laughed as he seemed happy about the cupcake, which she actually didn’t know how long it had been in the fridge for. ”All right, no singing, Acceeyy.” She tried to pronounce his name in the way he’d pronounced hers, but it wasn’t quite as easy. Maybe because she was sober. Half-expecting Ace to fall out of the stool thanks to his absolute rapture in eating the cupcake, she served a few more people, and said, ”Happy twenty-first,” with a wink.
(I guess we can wrap this up....? xD)
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 14, 2011 22:42:47 GMT -5
He grinned, "I think The Judge would rule in my favor for the Car." He said with a lopsided smile. "After all I would be the most responsible with it." He said with a laugh, talking about the nonexistent car. "I think the kids would be better off with you. I'm not great with kids." He said with a truthful smile. Yea he wasn't the best with kids. He didn't really know how to handle young young kids like toddlers and babies. He knew how to play with kids who were maybe five to ten, but then he wasn't good at taking care of them. Feeding, and sleeping and discipline and stuff. Yea he didn't know how to do that. "Hmm a job. I need to find one." He said thinking, then "I could always work as a Male Escort." He said nonchalantly and with a serious face. One could actually believe he was serious. "Yea but I would only take female clients, and stuff." He said looking at her. "What do you think?"
"So is that a yes then Ms Shepard?" Ace said with a raised eyebrow, trying to look alluring. Well he now had to try his best to stay awake at the bar. So he could get his cuddle buddy at the end of the shift. Maybe he would be able to, but it wasn't looking promising, he was already getting sleepy and tired.
"Well that's pretty awesome!" He said with a laugh. He knew she was twenty one like Darth Vader was in Star Trek. If that made sense then it would have meant that she wasn't twenty one. Ace was pretty proud of himself, he made the other guy laugh. The other guy didn't look like he laughed much. "Yay no singing." He said happily as he took more bites into his cupcake. When she came back he had already finished the cupcake, and was drowsily looking around at the people. "This is a nice place." He said to no one, he was thinking aloud, though it did make him look a tad crazy. Eventually the night dragged on and in an hour Ace's head was lying on top of his crossed arms gently snoring away, to the hangover he would have tomorrow.
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