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Alcohol; I love you more than..(Group PM to join)
Topic Started: Aug 28 2009, 04:18 AM (1,280 Views)
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((This is a free to join for fun quest. Feel free to come, drink and be merry. PM me to join))

While she was unsure about the rest of the human race, Betty was in a damn good mood.

Not a day or two ago (she had lost track) she was lost. The great big author in the sky was spitting down on her. Now, he or she (or whatever the hell it was) was giving her a big thumbs up. (And possibly coping a feel.)

She was having difficulty thinking of things she didn’t like about pin up modeling. She liked playing dress up, sexy poses weren’t hard and the group were all super nice. And since she had taken up wearing more interesting clothing, she was getting a lot more wolf whistles on the street than expected. That fit right into her ‘any attention is good attention’ philosophy.

Roman was with the photographer, Ari. For some weird reason, Roman liked all of them. Ari, Connie, Leopold and Ferrell. He even seemed to like the bodyguard. Plus, they were great dog-sitters.

So, there she was. Celebrating. Perhaps it wasn’t quite celebrating if she was alone, but there were plenty of people in the bar—and the night was still young. She had already received a complimentary shot from the bar tender. Betty felt excited and sexy. ( And maybe more than a little bit buzzed.)

She felt sort of strange in the new clothes, though. Cowboy boots, blue jeans and a low cut tank top. Originally she had been wearing a bikini and a cowboy hat also—but she could almost hear her grandma saying something mean about leaving the house looking like that.

She glanced around the bar. Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger. No one had come up and spoken to her yet. A few had given her sly glances and winks. No conversation.

She went back to sipping her drink, staring in slight wonder at the lipstick print on the edge. Very exciting!
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Patrick approached what he hoped was a bar. From the noise inside, it sure sounded like one. He clutched a large hide in his hand, eager to find out if it was worth enough in the way of alcohol to make him forget about the day’s events. Having to rob the dead (the recently dead at that) just so he wouldn’t die of dehydration or starvation wasn’t something he ever wanted to do again. Grave robbing smelled bad and was sure to put you on karma’s shit-list. Having traded the first two hides for a lovely meal and three even lovelier rounds for his six-shooter, he was saving his last one for tonight. All that “helping wounded people and making a modest profit” crap could wait, as far as Patrick was concerned. He had some bad memories he needed to start repressing.

He pushed open the door and took in his surroundings. It was exactly what he expected– dark, packed with people and a collective sense of melancholy radiating from its occupants. It was exactly what he anticipated, and it was exactly what he was hoping for.

Scanning the room for a seat, preferably close to the bartender and a hopefully steady stream of alcohol, Patrick saw some unscrupulous individuals, some unscrupulous individuals with guns, possibly a ghoul, a few more unscrupulous individuals, an incredibly attractive woman, a couple of seats, and finally some more unfriendly looking people.

Patrick did a double-take. A free seat! No, that wasn’t it. An attractive woman! That was it.

He stared at her intently, wondering why she’d be in here in the first place, and why there were so many empty seats around her. She looked like one of those girls on those ‘picture-things’, the correct term eluding him. Patrick scratched his goatee nervously, deliberating on what to do.

Well, there aren’t any other seats open by the looks of it. But, if she does start talking to you, you’ll probably get your words mixed up like you do and that’ll make two girls who think you’re some kind of murderer. Then again, she’s next to the bar. The bar has alcohol. If you put your foot in your mouth, you can just add it to the list of memories to forget tonight. That settles it.

Patrick made a futile attempt to brush some of the dirt from his shirt with his hand, and headed over to the bar. He sat down to the right of the pretty girl, an empty seat still separating them, and called the bartender over.

“Hey there, what’ll it be?” the bartender asked him.

“Whatever I can get for this...” Patrick said as he placed his hide on the counter.
"Aim for the head! That's where the pudding is!"

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S.P.E.C.I.A.L.: 3-8-3-4-9-6-7
Level/Species: 3/Human
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Traits: Good Natured, Fast Metabolism
Inventory: [2 Small Hides], [Pipe Rifle], [Rudimentary Revolver], [Switchblade], [Tattered Leather Satchel]
Appearance: Average height and weight. Green eyes. Dirty brown hair tied back in a ponytail. White buttoned shirt, black trousers and brown boots.
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Dave walked into the bar and noticed a familiar set of hair. ... Doesn't she prefer dresses? he asked himself as the stench of liquor ran up his nostrils with a certain set of aromas struggling for first place.

Stepping up to her, he noticed the seats around her were all vacant, except for one more or less distracted guy. He also noticed every straight man and lesbian were eyeing her with a certain amount of what he could only describe as hunger. Who can blame them... The world would be more interesting if every girl dressed that way... in a less-than-dignified way, anyway.

Dave wondered if he'd get in trouble if he'd speak to Betty... not because of her, but because of all the tough guys who would break his face if they thought he was trying to chat her up. Meh, crew it, if they don't kill me, the Signbacks probably will, he told himself as he unwrapped his shemagh. The place wasn't fresher than outside, but it was still shady enough.

A firm hand gently tapped Betty on the shoulder, "hey, I lost you after the auction... where's Roman?" And what the hell's with the getup? His eyes seemed to ask.
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Before long, someone came up. But, instead of taking a seat next to her and well, talking she got some non-attention and they started in a fairly animate non-versation. She kept glancing over, though, hoping he'd talk. He didn't necessarily look handsome, but he sure looked interesting.

Maybe you just have bad taste in men, Betty. Her inner-mother/voice of reason said. She ignored it. She always had. Since when had her voice of reason done any good for her?

Though, just as she was about to start conversation with Mr. Interesting, she was tapped on the shoulder. Turning her head, she saw a familiar face. Dave--the handsome stranger she had met in the desert.

"Hey, I lost you after the auction... where's Roman?" He asked. He had a weird look on his face Betty couldn't discern. She chose to just ignore it along with her inner voice of reason.

"Oh, Roman's with some friends. Finally found some people he gets a long with. How ya doin', handsome?" Betty said, turning around and playfully tapping Dave on the nose. He was fun to mess with. It was particularly entertaining the way he seemed to squirm when she flirted with him.
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Eli walked into the bar with his eyes wide. By walked, of course, I mean he stumbled into it with the grace of the drunkest man alive, and he hadn't had anything to drink since last night. He had started the day in the most invigorating way possible. About ten minutes earlier he was sure he was gonna take a load of buckshot to the face.

Eli stood up straight and clapped his hands together, a smile on his face. He rubbed them together without thinking about it. He was still full of nervous energy, and it'd ended up making him loud, smiley, and obnoxious.

Eli let out a short rebel yell, his voice high-pitched and loud. He figured he might as well drink himself into a stupor and wait for something else to happen. He doubted there'd be much exciting going on, with no more work from Corrotto, but that didn't make him any less happy.

And that didn't make him look like any less of an ass. It was a very strange feeling. Like somehow almost dying, and practically shitting his pants on top of it, had given him a tremendous rebound in his outlook on life.

A rather familiar figure was flirting with a well-built, brown haired man. He was about half sure of who the blonde bombshell was, and he really didn't care if he had the wrong girl. It would be a great way to start a converstion. "Hooo-leeee shiiit! Betty? Betty! Up to your old tricks again, huh? It feels like it's been a loooong time."
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SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
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"Oh, Roman's with some friends. Finally found some people he gets a long with. How ya doin', handsome?"

Dave glared at her, his eyes seeming to give off a sigh of contempt, why must thou test me so...? He sat down next to Betty and was about to speak again when another guy showed up. He had black hair and he was decently tall. He also looked as if he was the drinking type.

Well, he sure looks... sober. Dave waited for Betty to reply before introducing himself. Somewhat mimicking the look of one of those annoying people that don't shut up until they manage to get a reply -- even though that isn't his usual attitude, "hi, I'm Dave."

((OOC: Little shorty-post was necessary; need to run off))
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"Hi, I'm Dave." said the man sitting near the pretty girl, who the other man called something that sounded like 'Betty'.

Patrick was doing his best to appear completely buried in thought while eavesdropping on the nearby group, but the combination of the dozens of people shouting and his steadily-growing drunkenness were making things difficult. He took another sip of his beer, trying his best to focus without showing it, in case this ‘Roman’ fellow was watching him from somewhere across the room.

As it turned out, a hide can get you a modest amount of alcohol in these parts. That was a good thing, because once these other two guys, who didn’t appear to know each other showed up, Patrick had abandoned all intention on striking up a conversation with this Betty girl tonight. He planned on listening in on their conversation until it finished, or he passed out - whichever came first.

Leaning back to stretch his shoulders, Patrick snuck a glance at the new arrivals. ‘Dave’ didn’t look too much like a guy who’d shoot you for looking at him, but the other guy looked like the angry kind of drunk. Patrick made a mental note to be wary once this guy got a few beers in him. He didn’t feel like getting his arse kicked this evening. Then, of course, there was Betsy... or Betty. Whatever it was. She looked nice.

He leant forward once again and realised his beer was empty. Patrick pushed the bottle away and grabbed another from the group the bartender had left on the counter for him. He took a swig of it and kept his eyes fixed on the wooden top of the bar, hoping to appear ambivalent. Patrick figured that if they noticed he was listening, they might get angry... or even worse, start talking to him. He wasn’t feeling very sociable right now.

Patrick strained his ears as the conversation picked up once more.
"Aim for the head! That's where the pudding is!"

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Level/Species: 3/Human
Karma: -50
Traits: Good Natured, Fast Metabolism
Inventory: [2 Small Hides], [Pipe Rifle], [Rudimentary Revolver], [Switchblade], [Tattered Leather Satchel]
Appearance: Average height and weight. Green eyes. Dirty brown hair tied back in a ponytail. White buttoned shirt, black trousers and brown boots.
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Dave glared. She just winked back. See, fun. He went from in front of her to right to the side, in the chair between her and the interesting stranger. Well, maybe if Dave left for some reason or another, she'd talk to the stranger who seemed pretty intent of not paying attention the conversation.

Just as she was going to say something like 'How are you' or 'Whatcha been up to', someone walked into the bar. One goddamn happy man. He looked like he could be inches away from breaking into song. He also happened to be really, really tall and skinny. That seemed quite familiar.

"Hooo-leeee shiiit! Betty? Betty! Up to your old tricks again, huh? It feels like it's been a loooong time." Betty restrained herself from immediately jumping up.

"Old tricks? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Eli, you are such a jerk." She said, folding her arms and giving him a look. After continuing at that stone faced for a very short while, she couldn't keep it up.

Jumping out of her seat, she grabbed Eli into a hug. She felt super short and couldn't see his face at all. That wouldn't do. Letting go for a moment, she slid over the bar stool she had been sitting on, got up on it, and grabbed onto Eli's neck and pushed the barstool back after wrapping a leg around his middle.

"How the hell are you, Eli! You look super happy--what's your problem." She said, laughing.
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It took a short second, and Eli had to pause and wonder if he'd gotten the right person. The second he heard her voice he knew he was right. It was Betty for sure.

"Old tricks? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Eli, you are such a jerk."

Betty folded her arms and pouted. Her face was heartbreakingly sad. Eli almost felt bad, but then she suddenly bounced up, giving him a hug. As always, she was dwarfed by Eli's height, and as always, Eli laughed about it. It didn't take her long to come upwith a creative solution, though, and she'd used a barstool as a stepping stone up to his height, and then went on to jump onto him.

Eli couldn't help but laugh again at the lenghts she'd went through to get to eye level. He hugged her back, glad that she was so light. Today was going great, and was just getting better and better.

"How the hell are you, Eli! You look super happy--what's your problem." She laughed, and so did Eli. "Well, That's a very funny story. Made a new friend, I think. But heeey." This time Eli feigned dissapointment. "Why wouldn't I be happy! I haven't seen you in what feels like forever! Where did you run off to? I never thought I'd see you again! And, well..." Eli tried to nod to the men she used to be sitting next to. "who are your new friends? You never seem to have a shortage of those!"
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
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Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

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Eli laughed. To the best of her recollection, she had never heard Eli laugh. Well, maybe a sarcastic snort or two. He probably had before, but he seemed full of something or other. And whatever the something or other was, he had taken a whole hell of a lot of it.

Eli answered her question in short order. "Well, That's a very funny story. Made a new friend, I think. But heeey." He stopped there with that particular story. "Why wouldn't I be happy! I haven't seen you in what feels like forever! Where did you run off to? I never thought I'd see you again! And, well..." Eli attempted to nod to Dave and the other man. It wasn’t exactly the most successful gesture, but she got the message anyway. "Who are your new friends? You never seem to have a shortage of those!"

“I didn’t really run off to anywhere,” Betty said, cutting her story short also. She didn’t really want to talk about inadvertently being successful to an operation she completely chickened out on. Nor did she particularly want to talk about what happened after. Hitman working for a priest...What is this world coming to? She continued speaking, letting go of Eli with one of her arms to gesture, “Oh, and that’s Dave. I met him a bit ago. Real fine fellow. Dave, this is Eli. Love this guy. He’s great.”

Betty gave Eli a kiss on the cheek. She took this moment to see how Eli smelled. Not surprisingly, he smelled like cigarettes and sweat. A lot of people did. He also smelled a little like booze. Well, that explains a lot. She liked the way Eli smelled—it was kind of manly.

Somewhere across the bar, she could’ve sworn she heard someone break their glass. She searched for the noise, but didn’t see anything. She did see a man with an extremely recently wounded hand, though. And many more people who were giving Eli and Dave dirty looks. Betty didn’t think anything of either view.

It’s a bar, dirty looks are given all the time. Betty said, internally shrugging.

After a moment of pausing, Betty realized Eli had added an ‘s’ to ‘friend.’ He must’ve also been referring to the interesting looking guy. It was too late now, she supposed. She had already introduced Eli. Plus, she had nothing to introduce about Mr. Interesting. Maybe he’d introduce himself.
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Dave just turned and watched the exchange, a grin growing at the corner of his lip. Obviously they were friends. Dave had a certain amount of trust in Betty already, so he figured it would be all right if he'd also consider this other guy as an ally. At least, not an enemy at any rate.

“Oh, and that’s Dave. I met him a bit ago. Real fine fellow. Dave, this is Eli. Love this guy. He’s great.”

Putting a hand up in the air, Vaz greeted Eli, "nice to meet you," he said, before dropping his hand and motioning to the seats next to him, "now that we're all properly introduced, this is a bar after all, let's have a few drinks..."

He then looked over his shoulder at the other guy no one actually knew; not *all* properly introduced... He didn't seem like the type that would kill you just from talking to him, or at least not from the angle he was at. Dave tapped him once on the back with his palm.

"What's your name?"
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“I didn’t really run off to anywhere, oh, and that’s Dave. I met him a bit ago. Real fine fellow. Dave, this is Eli. Love this guy. He’s great.” Eli took her word for it. She seemed like the type of personwho could just to run off on a whim, and enjoy it too. It was just that Eli had trouble doing anything but believing her. As it turned out, she was just as attractive from close up as she was from afar. The man she had gestured too, Dave was his name. He was well built and muscular, and not awkwardedly tall like Eli. How am I supposed to compete with that!

Dave raised his hand warmheartedly, and Eli returned the gesture with a nod. Betty leaned in the slightes bit and gave Eli a kiss on the cheek. Eli grinned a little wider. He'd kissed Betty before... but he didn't like to count that one. Not with the events that preceded it. He was starting to like Betty more and more. Even if he was a good bit older then her. The sharp sound of glass shattering feintly rang out, likely just because of someone clumsy in their drunkeness. It was hard to take his eyes off Betty, at the moment.

"now that we're all properly introduced, this is a bar after all, let's have a few drinks..."

"I like the way you think, buddy! I can tell we're gonna be friends already. Hell, I know Betty's adorable, and you don't seem so bad- drinks are on me!" Eli was almost starting to become a regular here. For a second, he imagined himself as an old, wrinkled barfly. Then he tried to imagine Betty and Dave with him. Dave was an old bear of a man, and Betty, as far as he could tell by his own imagination, aged very well. "You can get whatever you want! It's on me!"
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Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
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Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

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“What’s your name?” Dave asked as he tapped Patrick on his hand.

Guess it’s my turn.

Patrick rotated his body on the bar stool slightly, trying to get a better look at Dave.

“Howdy. Name’s Patrick.” He said, in what he hoped was a friendly tone. At this point, it was taking Patrick a great deal of effort to even get his words out clearly. He reached for his beer and took another sip as he sized Dave up.

Well... he’s taller than me. He’s definitely stronger than me. Can’t see a gun on him... then again, he probably doesn’t need one. That’s a nice jacket.

Patrick looked over Dave’s shoulder and saw that Betsy and the tall man had started talking again. Drinking the rest of his beer, Patrick slammed the bottle back on the table and looked back at Dave. It was then something occurred to him.

Oh, shit. He doesn’t know I was listening. Gotta play dumb.

“What’s your name?” he asked, casually extending his hand to Dave.
"Aim for the head! That's where the pudding is!"

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Karma: -50
Traits: Good Natured, Fast Metabolism
Inventory: [2 Small Hides], [Pipe Rifle], [Rudimentary Revolver], [Switchblade], [Tattered Leather Satchel]
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Betty took a look at the floor, it sure as hell was a long way down. She was starting to feel a bit tipsy, too. The drinks were starting to take effect. She wasn't exactly sure what she drank, but she was certainly feeling it now. She paused, briefly, still hanging on to Eli's neck. She unwrapped her legs from his torso, and managed to get to the ground without injuring herself or anyone else.

"Sure, I've been looking for some people to celebrate with." Betty said, smiling and pushing her bar stool back next to the bar and sitting down. Smiling at the bar tender, she spoke again. "Give me anything. He's paying and I'm not picky."

Dave was now talking to the interesting stranger, who apparently was doing his best job to get sauced. Well, he was obviously preoccupied. Both of them were. She didn't know if that made sense, but there was always Eli.

"So, anything interesting happen while I was away, Eli?" Betty said, taking the drink from the bartender. She took a sip. It tasted sour. Meh. She was in a good enough mood to drink anything.
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((Clearing, your post referring to Darrel reminded me of the Painkiller subtitle "Heaven's Got a Hitman"))

Darrel opened the front door of the back still looking wild from his recent adventure with Caleb and Judas. He had taken time out of his unbusied schedule to wash his hands and face before deciding to go to the bar, but his hair was still wild and there was sand in his face and the folds of his clothes, making him look a bit different from the clean-faced, well-kept Cohen that Betty had crossed paths with the other day. The similarity between then and now, of course, was that he had switched back into his day clothes, holding his trilby under one arm, black duster coat whipping in the breeze.

He sauntered up to the bar and set a small hide on the table. "Shot of scotch on the rocks, best vintage you have, and keep them coming." the thief said before turning around to the small group a little ways away. Two of them he didn't recognize; one was tall and lanky and the other one was wrapped up in a shemagh, and a third one had arrived in the picture that he didn't recognize either. But the fourth one, the girl...

The clothes were different- for one thing there was a cowboy hat, for another her shirt was cut lower than a Mississippi squatter's paycheck. However, he recognized the face. Somewhat.

There had been a gun to it a few days ago.

And it was his gun.

Darrel made his way over to the small group, still holding his shot glass of scotch and ice. He stood off to the side, next to the most recent introduction (Patrick). He stayed quiet for now, not wanting to cut into a conversation that might potentially get him killed.
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