03-29-2020, 06:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]a heartbeat of delay , and eddie agreed.
"you're a mad man, elijah." in response , eli stifled a series of giggles. "you were , too once , eds," he pointed out. he fills eddie's shot glass to the brim again , acquiring his own shot glass in hand once more. raising it to his friend with a tip of his head , he tipped his head back , chugging the glass in one go. his face twists into a grimace , shaking his head. "woo!" he chuckles , setting the shot glass down — more carefully this time.
"y'know , broad stole my wallet , man." elijah stares at the shot glass , eyes flitting towards the other , shaking his head. eddie would know he'd only be referring to becca , the girl they sacrificed their friendship over. though with delicate egos implemented , it would have been a matter of time that they'd lost it over something else dumb. "after that night , a good night at that" he smirks. "she'd gotten me really high. i was out and then I woke up — she's gone , wallet gone." he could have killed her then but as elijah recounts it to eds now , he's amused.
"so tell me ," elijah picks up the bottle once more , fills his shot glass and this time — without asking for eddie's permission — fills his , too. did he know what he was doing ? absolutely. but if eddie really didn't want it , he'd either make no effort to drink it or turn it away. already , they could be considered to be halfway there. there was no real 'old times' without the process of 'being there'. "what is it like being a leader of this joint ? to be honest , i almost ain't recognize you. . . .in all your newfound leadership." he downs a shot , goes casually for another.
"you're a mad man, elijah." in response , eli stifled a series of giggles. "you were , too once , eds," he pointed out. he fills eddie's shot glass to the brim again , acquiring his own shot glass in hand once more. raising it to his friend with a tip of his head , he tipped his head back , chugging the glass in one go. his face twists into a grimace , shaking his head. "woo!" he chuckles , setting the shot glass down — more carefully this time.
"y'know , broad stole my wallet , man." elijah stares at the shot glass , eyes flitting towards the other , shaking his head. eddie would know he'd only be referring to becca , the girl they sacrificed their friendship over. though with delicate egos implemented , it would have been a matter of time that they'd lost it over something else dumb. "after that night , a good night at that" he smirks. "she'd gotten me really high. i was out and then I woke up — she's gone , wallet gone." he could have killed her then but as elijah recounts it to eds now , he's amused.
"so tell me ," elijah picks up the bottle once more , fills his shot glass and this time — without asking for eddie's permission — fills his , too. did he know what he was doing ? absolutely. but if eddie really didn't want it , he'd either make no effort to drink it or turn it away. already , they could be considered to be halfway there. there was no real 'old times' without the process of 'being there'. "what is it like being a leader of this joint ? to be honest , i almost ain't recognize you. . . .in all your newfound leadership." he downs a shot , goes casually for another.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.4;"]I'M [I]HIGH AS A PRIVATE JET. â€â€