losin' control | open, drinking

[OLLIE.]

[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;"]damn. it'd be awhile , hadn't it?

last time they'd saw each other , they were nearly at each other's throats; threatening words being barked at each other from across a group that attempted to hold them back. now all of that was swept aside— almost as if time never lost them in they youth— each with a shot of vodka in they hand , ready to throw a toast to the good ol' days.

eddie took some convincing— it was quite obvious he's been through a bunch'a shit that made him about as impassive as an adidas sandal ( he used to joke about eddie being bland but damn ) — but eventually he did. ( he may have said just one drink, that's all. but of course , he presumed to drink more than that. what was the fun in just one ? ) and plus relax , he said. all your worries, swept aside for one night. after all , this is what eli was here for.

the living area was beginning to allievate as folks headed to bed for tonight , but for eli , the night was getting started. it's been awhile for him , too. he had no access to alcohol for weeks in he and his brother's travels and so he wanted to get so fucked up he'd be puking guts by the next day. he kneeled on the floor , kneeling with vodka bottle in hand. "two shots. one for me," he reaffirmed, filling his to the brim and then eddie's. "and one for you." setting the bottle down , he lifts his shot glass up carefully , attempting not to spill it in the process. "to a rejuvenated friendship." he downed his glass , the alcohol pulsating burning his throat, elevating him further. "WOOOO ! FUCK YEAH , MAN!" he slams down the glass , fills it up again before hovering the bottle over eddie's.

"c'mon. one more for the boys. . . for old times sake . . . " he gives eds the puppy dog eyes , he juts his bottom lip melodramatically. "for me?"

/ wait for [member=9650]EDMUND.[/member] then free game.

[EDMUND.]

Eddie was going to really regret this tomorrow morning.

The very last time Eddie had ever seen Elijah Richards, he was pretty sure he wanted to kill that bastard. In retrospective, Eddie had probably been overreacting quite some bit, fueled by testosterone and teenage hormones. But, if Eddie said that he wanted to pursue a woman, he was surely not expecting for his best friend to then have the same idea. At the time, it seemed reasonable for him to blow his top.

Years on, Ed wanted to believe that he'd matured tremendously. Nowadays, the memory of their last altercation was enough to make Eddie grimace. And so, when Elijah offered a drink for old time's sake - perhaps a chance to sweep aside any bitter feelings - Eddie eventually caved. He wasn't a man who enjoyed shots of vodka anymore, instead often choosing honey colored liquids instead to sip on, but if Elijah wanted vodka then vodka it was.

Besides, Elijah did offer the chance to unwind for the night. Eddie seriously needed to relax for once; he'd been uptight for far too young, the definition of fun seemed unfounded to him these days. He leaned back on the sofa, frowning over towards Eli as the other man knelt on the ground. Humming passively with agreement, he took the shot glass. ❝ To a rejuvenated friendship. ❞ Eddie repeated halfheartedly, and then downed the glass. The alcohol ignited his senses, Ed cleared his throat uncomfortably before leaning over and nudging his shot glass away from him onto the table.

Elijah exhaled an invigorated cheer, and Eddie huffed a short breath as the corner of his lip twitched. Elijah was already pouring more vodka into his glass, until the bottle hovered over Eddie's glass. ❝ C'mon. ❞ Ed stared across at Elijah blankly, until the bottom lip jutted out. ❝ For me? ❞ Rolling his eyes with a short sigh, Ed gestured towards the glass with the go-ahead before uttering, ❝ A'right, fine. You're a mad man, Elijah. ❞

He was going to regret this tomorrow morning.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
[/spoiler]

[OLLIE.]

[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.

[RICHARD.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4; text-transform: lowercase;"]"let’s go, ladies!" seb put his arms around max and joey’s shoulders, wincing slightly as he pulled them close to him as they walked down the hallway. "i am a free man and i intend on celebrating." he was stuck in the infirmary for days, being cleared to get out of there was one of the best things that happened to him in a while. well… besides even waking up to begin with, he supposed. either way, he was up and ready to celebrate. it was originally just going to be joey and him going to hunt down some alcohol until they managed to rope in their older sister when she found them, but it was the more the merrier in seb’s eyes. he liked spending time with them.

truth be told, sebastian hasn’t even been drunk before. he had multiple opportunities to, but it never seemed that intriguing to him up until now. there were a few reasons why he wanted to get fucked up tonight, the reason he was more open to voicing was the obvious one, he survived a gunshot wound and wanted to celebrate that small victory. the bigger reason was a bit of a harder pill to swallow. he wanted to forget the loss the entire family faced, he didn’t want to think about his other siblings who weren’t so lucky. their family was slowly crumbling and he wanted to let go of that, even if it was just for a drunk night of fun.

he led the two girls aimlessly through the lodge even though the others had the chance to explore it more than him, stating that he had ‘a strong radar for a good time’ even though he kept walking into rooms then back out them when they turned out to be a bust. eventually, he found himself leading them into the main living area, eyes settling on eddie and elijah who seemed to have the same idea they had.

"perfect! would you mind if we join you, gentlemen? we've been on the hunt for a few drinks." seb raised his eyebrows as he walked further into the room, looking back towards his sisters with a grin.

[JOSEPHINE]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]joey promised seb a fun night once he’s released from the infirmary; and today’s the day. she grins slightly as he pulls them all together; everything almost feels like the old days, almost. “aw, little sebby’s first drink,” she teases, leaning forward a bit to pinch his cheek with her free hand. there is a feeling of surprise that he had even taken joey up on the offer. drinks were generally her thing, of the younger ones, she’s offered him sips and glasses time and time again, he’s always declined, but this seems to be a new dawn for the van doren clan, the past week or so being a catalyst. even more surprising, they got max to join them, drunk max is always a treat.

letting seb lead them probably hadn’t been the smartest, he’s barely explored the lodge, but it allowed them to talk about dumb sibling things until the trio found eddie and a newcomer in the living area. a light smirk comes onto her face as she spots the bottle. almost floating, joey moves out of seb’s grasp and plucks up a glass, “[b]survived a gunshot and we’re out to celebrate, she gives a quick explanation before winking at the new guy, eli if she’s remembering right. she’s trying to ensure that she at least gets one drink, and he’s not bad to look at, so her eyes flicker down then back up to him, sizing him up slightly with a small smirk before looking at eddie. she doubts eddie would tell them to leave, especially with max with them. she’s acting like she’s waiting for permission, however joey really can’t take no for an answer at the moment.

in the clusterfuck of the raid, she didn’t have the time to grab any of her stash, joey’s losing her mind. with the new, stricter schedule, she simply couldn’t do her usual binge-drinking dissociation, this has been her first opportunity and the closer she’s gotten to it, the more she needs it.

[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [b]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ |  joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat .  assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&.  five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&.  [ 8/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy
↳ one english setter puppy
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun with anyone .[/spoiler]

[OLLIE.]

[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;"]he's starts to feel it— the buzz.

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.

[EDMUND.]

❝ So tell me- ❞ Eddie’s eyes lingered on his shot glass as Elijah began to fill it up again automatically. He really shouldn’t have agreed to this. Another shot? At this rate, the two of them would barely be able to stagger to bed tonight. Ed sighed, hesitating before he leaned forwards to pick up the shot. He’d have enough for a subtle buzz - he promised himself - no more, no less. He gave Eli a short hum, pausing to take a shot and hissing at the intensity of the clear liquid, before he lowered the glass next to Eli again.

❝ It’s a lot of responsibility. ❞ He admitted vaguely, nodding his head in thought. ❝ But I handle it, one day at a time. ❞ Growing up in the Stirling family had Eddie learn to never give away too much information, not even to his closest of friends if the situation were to ever arise.

And so, the conversation moved on in no time, Eddie taking a drink as Eli served them whilst the two men reminisced about the past.

By the time he really felt the alcohol kicking in, he didn’t want to stop.

The sound of Seb, Max and Joey entering the room caught Ed’s attention, the Captain turning to look over his shoulder at the siblings before he looked back to Elijah. He chose not to say anything. If they were still back in the days of New York, then maybe Eddie would’ve thought the same as Elijah did. But, Ed couldn’t talk; he was already drinking by fifteen and at mature parties by sixteen (he could thank having four older brothers for that). Instead, Ed chose to keep quiet, standing up as the trio made their way over.

❝ Keep our seat warm and I’ll get us all more alcohol. ❞ Ed’s gaze looked over at Max suggestively as he spoke, nodding his head briefly towards where he’d been sat before he wandered off to get more to drink. He returned around half a minute later with three more bottles of different liquors, making sure to sit beside Max again (if his previous suggestion had not been clear enough that he wanted to be beside her) as he lowered the bottles on the table next to Elijah.

❝ Elijah, this is Seb, Max and Joey. ❞ He introduced drunkenly, leaning back into the sofa - this was so much comfier than he’d first imagined it. He slid down the couch ever-so-slightly, sighing before straightening up again, not without oh-so-subtly placing his arm across the back of the sofa where Max sat. Subtle. ❝ And you three - this is my friend, Elijah. ❞ Did he already introduce himself? Oh, Eddie couldn’t remember. ❝ We used to party whenever I went to see him in New York back in the day. ❞ He raised his finger to point at Seb, looking over at the youngest. ❝ Even before I got to meet your family. ❞

Ed’s features were as impassive as ever but it was clear in the way he spoke that, with a mix of alcohol and Elijah, he was getting a little bit giddy. ❝ Elijah is a good man- ❞ He began, leaning over without thinking to fill a shot glass with one of the drinks, ❝ an absolute lunatic, but he’s a’right. ❞

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
[/spoiler]

[JOSEPHINE]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]as soon as elijah chances his tune, joey glances over her shoulder to her two siblings, raising her brows and flashing a smirk. they have to admit, her tricks often came in handy. usually, they’d be pulling her back and scolding her, funny how things change when they are able to get something out of it; that’s what she’s been trying to show them, might as well get something out of being sexualized so often for such a young age, as most girls are. better to get some small kick backs for it than just letting it happen.

“good things times change,” joey mentions, looking back to eli as he pours her a glass. she speaks as though she hasn’t been drinking since she was in her early teens, possibly before then. she bats her eye lashes a couple times, looking down at her glass, then lifting it to her lips and throwing her head back. the burn down her throat rejuvenates her, a small shake of her head as she grins triumphantly. it’s a relief when ed offers to get them more; this will be a good night. ”keep our seat warm...” caught her attention, jaw dropping down some as she looks to her sister, corners of her lips turning up into a grin. “[b]what’s that about, maxxie?” she questions, throwing a gentle elbow into her sister’s side. joey knows what it is, but it’s surprising to see her sister get cozy with anyone. if she seems uncomfortable, though, joey plans on stepping in. but, when ed returns and settles next to her, even pulls the age old arm move, max appears to be okay.

“[b]well, elijah, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she mentions, pouring the last bit of the bottle they are all working on, into her glass. she gives eli some eyes and sits down next to him, very close for someone who she just met. ed’s explanation of how they knew one another, joey’s eyebrows raise along with her interest in him. “[b]oh, yeah?” she asks, downing her second shot, “[b]how’d you party.. back in your day,” she chuckles, keeping eye contact with him as she calls back his previous comment. “[b]surprised ed could keep up with you,”

[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [b]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ |  joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat .  assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&.  five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&.  [ 8/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy
↳ one english setter puppy
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun with anyone .[/spoiler]