losin' control | open, drinking
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you'd think years of alcohol consumption would inflate his tolerance, but barely. five shots, and he's already to feel light in the head; like he might lift off the ground at any second. oh, it was a feeling he so dearly missed, and it's one he gets to experience with an old friend. oh, how time flew?

except, the activity had a way of flocking folks like birds. the most friends elijah ever had around weren't the ones he was closest to— if any at all— but the ones who thought it'd be easy to cop their poisons: money, drug, and alcohol. being friends with elijah guaranteed that. he couldn't recall most of those men to this day. maybe that was the problem. mems used to warn his kindness would get him killed, or was it his stupidity? wasn't both just a tad synonymous? he knew the shit was kicking into his system when he started to get ahead of himself.

three newbs— a boy and two women— come in, announcing their in search for some drinks. he assumed they was insinuating that he and eds share. when he's left to supervise, his 'kindness' is constrained. after all , in this world you had to. not much alcohol to ration in the first place. "I'm sorry, but how old are you?" he inquired. the kid couldn't have been any older than eighteen. he glances from seb to eddie, before flitting back to seb once more. "back in my day you wasn't allowed to drink until you were twenty-one. would be called underage" he's only being halfhearted, but no way was he going to share. that is, until she spoke.

he didn't really look at her til' then but damn was she a fine. along with alcohol, this expedition lacked in that department as well. he figured a lodge would produce funny lookin' old women, not models. he blinks, looks away before it's too noticeable, but joey's presence is what seals the deal. congratulations, seb. as if he could give a fuck about any gunshot he survived. "but it's not back in my day anymore," he adds with a chuckle, shoving a glass in seb's and max's hand, hoisting himself up onto the table to get a better prospect at each glass his was filling. "names elijah. what about ya'll?" he couldn't make it any more obvious with the way his eyes are glued on joey. but with his next shot in hand, he could care less.

the magic of alcohol.


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losin' control | open, drinking - by ELIJAH. - 03-28-2020, 10:43 PM
Re: losin' control | open, drinking - by EDMUND. - 03-29-2020, 03:29 PM
Re: losin' control | open, drinking - by ELIJAH. - 03-29-2020, 06:49 PM
Re: losin' control | open, drinking - by RICHARD. - 03-30-2020, 05:55 AM
Re: losin' control | open, drinking - by ELIJAH. - 03-31-2020, 10:33 PM
Re: losin' control | open, drinking - by EDMUND. - 04-03-2020, 08:46 PM



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