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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 1:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 2:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 1:14 am
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The keys to the old early nineties red truck were pulled out of a pocket as he neared his truck, unlocking and opening the door. He froze momentarily at the request of riding with him to the bar. Just as his lips opened to form a reply, he was told not to even bother. Then the brave man was helping himself into his truck and Virgil hardly knew what to do about that.’This bold lil’ pup…’ Was it still home invasion if he happened to like the invader? Throwing a fit would be pointless.“Th’ back’s cleaner.” His own snark was thrown back to the comment about his truck as he grabbed the two duffle bags off of the seat to move the to truck bed so Marcel wouldn’t be so crowded. The cab wasn’t as cluttered as it could have been, he did try to keep his things put away. Too bad the couple half empty bottles of booze weren’t one of the things he kept in his bags though. That was a bit embarrassing.
“You’re not so bad as some, Marcel…” He frowned a bit as he muttered, closing his door after he settled in behind the wheel. The radio was instantly turned down to a low volume as soon as the engine was started because the last thing the southerner needed was to teased about his taste in music. Somehow, he managed to remain fairly calm outwardly. Though how frequently he kept glancing over at Marcel while driving might just give away how on edge he was. Seeing someone sitting in his passenger seat was really weird. Virgil couldn’t recall a time he’d had anything more than his belongings taking up room in the single cab vehicle. Before, he wanted a drink. Now? He needed one.
With Marcel’s guidance he was able to find the grillhouse. His eyes scanned the parking lot as he pulled into an empty spot and shut the truck off. The place didn’t look like much to him though he was far from picky about such things. As long as no one pestered them while they were drinking, he’d give it a five star review. “Ready t’get trashed?” Virgil hardly waited for a reply, getting out even as he asked. Like he’d even needed to in the first place. Moving forward, he paused to hold open the door for his companion. The experience of riding with him hadn’t been entirely unpleasant, but it had been enough to throw him off his game so it was nice to be able to rely on good old fashioned manners.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 1:40 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 10:29 pm
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Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea now that he thought about it. It seemed kind of dumb to risk the budding new friendship on a challenge. Virgil was already aware of what kind of drunk he was and, well, it wasn’t for everyone. His mixed blood of Irish and Cherokee set him up for failure more often than not. But all things considered, he wasn’t as bad as most people when under the influence, his more natural side just tended to come out more. No sense In worrying about what might or might not happen though.
He shrugged when he was teased about the state of his truck. Virgil wasn’t going to offer excuses or try to deny it, he was man enough to embrace that ugly fact about himself. If he was lucky, it would be the only thing that would come out into the light. “If this was ah date, aye…ah gentleman would pay, “ he playfully joked. “But this isn’t one, now is it?” Or maybe it was, he supposed friend could go out on dates, right? ”I think in these type of things…th’ loser usually pays, aye?” Virgil took further stock of their surroundings as he followed him to the bar, relieved that it wasn’t too terribly overstimulating even if it was still inside. He propped against the bar, chuckling as he looked over the array of bottles arranged on wall shelves behind the counter. “Y’say that now….Just remember that when you’re on th’ floor later.” When the bartender returned with the bottle of whiskey and glasses, he’d order a couple of shots of tequila. It only seemed fair to even the playing field a little considering Marcel had a bit of a head start.
( OOC: Sorry for the delay. Got company in town for the week so I won’t be around as often. )
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 11:46 pm
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 Marcel's face would now be the one heating up a bit at Virgil's comment about who pays what. Date. He just had to use that word. Admittingly enough Marcel did nearly use the word but that was on accident but there he was using it. Thankfully he corrected himself by saying that it wasn't one or he was asking him "Um yeah, it isn't" why the hell was he nervous!? It wasn't a date, they both confirmed it. Either way Virgil distracted him by saying that loser pays, which caused him to smirk now that it was pushed to the back of his mind "Damn straight loser pays, I hope you got a good sized wallet Querido" he chuckled before downing his first glass of whiskey. From that point he was pouring himself one glass after another. He glanced over at Virgil's drink of choice and grinned "Tequila ay? Not bad, that your favorite?" he listed the bottle in front of him and grinned a small bit "You can guess mine easily enough" he chuckled a bit before placing the bottle down and taking another drink. (OOC: Np dude, real life is more important. Just post when you feel like you can.) (Translation: "Querido= Dear".) |
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 1:10 pm
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Just when he thought that he'd just about seen it all, Virgil caught that blush. As if the other teacher needed to be any cuter. His impression that Marcel might be wholly against that word was an amusing one. He couldn't blame him as it carried a weight that made him want to tuck tail. Another lazy half smile graced his lips at the mention of his wallet which only had him chuckling. Why he'd even bothered with saying, he didn't know. Even if he won there was a likely hood he would end up paying at least for his own drinks since he hated feeling like he owed anyone for any reason.
He downed the two shots like they were nothing. "Heh...nah. Maybe all that Spanish has me in ah mood for th' good ol' days." He grinned with a wink as he glanced toward him and the bottle. "Gut rot, eh? Not ah bad one." The taller male chuckled. "Can't really say I'm all that picky...I'll usually settle for that when there isn't any everclear." But since his goal wasn't to drink himself blind, he'd stick to something that wasn't so harsh. Peculiar, coming to a bar without the need to forget driving his actions and, even weirder, not being by himself for once in his life. Hopefully, he wouldn't be expected to carry the conversation. Talking wasn't exactly his strong suit, especially when he was drinking. Virgil finally settled down on a stool near him, positioning himself so that he was facing him a bit while still being able to keep an eye on the rest of the room the best he could. With the tender busy with another customer, he'd just reach over the bar top to grab his own low-ball glass and the bottle of tequila left sitting there. After filling the bigger glass with whiskey from the bottle before sliding one of them over to Marcel. "'Ere."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 2:51 pm
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