SHE TRIED TO NEGOTIATE ||open + drinking|| I SAID THAT'S A NO-NO

[Yourpalreedy]

Bottles.
They surrounded the canine in a perfect circle. Some empty, some full. He fixed one of them between his paws and bit the metal top off. He spit the cap to the side and took a swig of the alcohol inside. Miles's face cringed slightly at the taste. He didn't like how bitter it was compared to what he was used to. Oh well.
He finished the drink off and set it back into place.
Oh boy just like old times. Only, his mind wasn't plauged by thoughts of Mount Massive or god forbid Waylon. No, he was obsessing over current events this time. Cyrus and Twin mainly. Circusbitch didn't help any.

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Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Belladonna was skeptical as she looked over at Miles - and the bottles scattered around him. Padding up to him and sitting down beside him, Belladonna gently knocked one of the bottles with an unsheathed claw, before looking at him, raising her eyebrows and glinting her yellow eyes at him. "You uh, having fun there?" she asked sourly, before reaching over and lightly sniffing at one of the bottles, before recoiling in disgust - whatever this stuff was, it reeked.

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[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Geez, talk about embarrassing - drinking in public. Circusclown had only done such when he was already drunk, and he had been very ashamed when he woke up surrounded by everyone doing their everyday lives. He had only made such a mistake twice though, so as he approached he raised his invisible brow. "Man Miles, look at you. Not only are you performing your satanic ritual, but you're doing it out in the open so we can all see demons rise up to eat us." He said with obvious sarcasm. Circusclown certainly liked to get every jab in he could. "But seriously - what the hell are you doing?" He questioned, tapping his lip. "Can I take these bottles?" He added in. They'd actually be rather useful for him, whether they had alcohol or not in them.

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Belladonna, turning to see the arrival of Circusclown, let out an unflattering laugh (that sounded quite like a goose) at his joke about the satanic ritual - it did kinda look like one, didn't it? with the arrangement of the bottles... but Belladonna shook her head. I suppose, she thought to herself, it would be a good idea to reuse this mess for something. "But what would you use them for?" she inquired, trying to think of an idea, but simply coming to a blank. Belladonna wasn't really an inventive one, she just preferred to use what she had. "You uh, might want to take that to a stream or something though, they smell foul." she mewed absently, but to be fair, Belladonna didn't even know where the closest stream was, or any source of water for that matter.

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[Leo]

"hey, uh...could I have some?" the male had never tried alcohol before, but he always had wanted to. He just could never find any around.

[cyrus]

Cyrus shook his head as he approached the scene. Had he.. surrounded himself with alcohol? Drama queen. "Really Miles? If either of us should be drinking, shouldn't it be me?" he teased, crouching down. This was just.. sad to see.

He flicked his ears towards his grandfather, rolling his eyes a little. "You better was them, gramps. You already smell enough like alcohol," he grumbled. What was this mood he seemed to be in, first teasing Miles and then his grandfather?

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[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]He grinned a little as Belladonna found his joke amusing, in a sort of proud way. He'd probably laugh at his own jokes if nobody else did, though. As she questioned him, he shrugged. "Who knows. I always find things to do with stuff I take." He'd respond with a little shrug. Thinking for a moment about washing it, he shrugged it off before noticing his grandson approach. Wow, ouch. Was it really that obvious? Though he did smell like it, he was rather immune to the smell so he never noticed it. "I don't smell it - maybe you're smelling Mile's crap. But either way, I'd be sure to wash them." He said, a little anxious but it wasn't obvious he was. Tapping his chin, he couldn't help but ponder whether Miles had set all this up when he himself was drunk. Or maybe he really liked to make a point. Whatever the case, nobody better call Circ crazy if they're around Miles.

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THADDEUS IRVING [abbr=1 year and 10 months, cis male, shadowclan member, murderous, out for blood, dangerous, sadistic, crazy, unstable, unattached to reality, scary, he's such lovely dude, large wolf, pitch black with golden eyes]✨[/abbr]
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Drinking and Parities is  that all that this clan has be up to, he would've expected to have more well raids going on and spars, oh well, he'll have to set something up later or something.  Walking over though the male couldn't help but smell the alluring scent of alcohol, looking around at everyone he didn't really feel to comfortable with so many around.  He could here Belladonna complaining about the scent, she must not know what alcohol was, oh how does she live? 

"Having a party over here Miles? Or sacrificing someone to Satan?  Either way you need some help bud."

[spoiler=TAGS // UPDATED 2/7/17]
GENERAL
✨ Thaddeus Maximus Irving | Thad | Cis Male (he/him)
✨ Leo / 1 year and 10 months / ages every 350 posts
✨ Shadowclan former Thunderclan, has Bloodclan heritage though
✨ Warrior
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ He was born to having a mother who was a loner and a father who was a bloodclan member, both of these two are dead, he has no idea that of whom his parents was because no one else knows.
✨ He is a sadistic character, he is out to humiliate others and just fuck with them, it gives him joy, he lives off that shit.
✨ He has a generic American accent that is slightly monotone but is also a very 'wow scary' sort of vocal range.
✨ Smells of dead punk bands

PHYSICAL
✨ With a large build he is not bulked up but he is lean, yet still sturdy and hardy to at the touch.  He has several scar most noticeable though are; one on his neck, one that looks like a knife was stabbed on his left shoulder, and one straight across his back that looks like he got with a whip or something of a sort, and one around his left hind ankle.  His fur is pitch black and seems to absorb any small fraction of light that his thick fur.  His eyes are a alluring golden brown that draws in anyone to just get a little closer glimpse.  He resembles if he where to be human Dylan O'Brien.
✨ Wolf
✨ Injuries: none at this moment
✨ Health: 96%

PERSONA
✨ ENTJ | The CEO | The Sadist | The Commander
✨ Loyal, brave, daring, dominating
✨ Depressed, dark, scary, terrifying, killer, sadistic

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Pansexual and Panromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

POWERS
✨ Free Powers - discovered/mastered
✨ Shapeshifting - [un]discovered
✨ Invisibility - [un]discovered
✨ Super Senses - [un]discovered
✨ Super Strength - [un]discovered

INTERACTION
✨ no powers yet
✨ dirty fighter and like to instigate, or mess with the opponent
✨ physically hard and mentally hard
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #6f1313
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 
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[aile xerses]

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[size=8pt][font=verdana]Unlike her fellow Shadowclanners (whom she habitually disliked on the spot) the alabaster feline remained silent and mostly still, the only thing that might reveal her opinions on Miles' behavior the slightly narrowed orbs mostly fixed upon the male. The scent of alcohol didn't quite cause her nose to crease in disgust, for this emotion was innerly directed at him more than anything. Of course the stupidity of the Exiler had not faded. Some drank alcohol for the taste. Some drank it to rid themselves of emotional pain, even though this method was both unreliable and pathetic. She'd never trusted those around her to not subject themselves to idiocy, and of course her doubts were valid. Why did she live among these individuals who lacked logic and intelligence? Her actions were rather illogical, but she did have a reason for being there. Until she regained her senses and understood how on earth this was Shadowclan, she wasn't going to run around recklessly. For the time being, she was confined to the ground, and although she still had her training to aid her she would avoid any unnecessary actions. Even if it meant that she was forced to deal with Circusclown (the failure), Miles (some idiot) and Cyrus (a child who probably took her position). She wasn't really paying attention to anyone else at the moment, but Leo had seemed like the most tolerable at first. Apparently she was wrong. It was a struggle to avoid rolling her eyes, but she remained silent and cold like she usually did.

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[spoiler=YOU ARE STILL MY AMMUNITION ★ JANUARY 30TH][size=8pt][font=verdana]general info ; "give me all your energy"
★ aile xerses walker nihium | female [ she/her ]
twenty-seven months old physically & mentally | october 26th
member of shadowclan | former feralfront deputy of the exiles
asexual heteroromantic | slow to develop interest and won't act on her interest
nighttales x npc | second generation

appearance ; "love me like an enemy"
★ domestic feline | inhabits birth body
small white moggie with no markings and dark pink, almost red almond - shaped eyes. long - furred. small and slender, but muscular. has a notably long tail.
no current injuries.

personality ; "i know that you'll never stop"
★ neutral evil | broken bird | ice queen
— logical, observant, pressure resistant, quiet, aloof, blunt
— pessimistic, spiteful, bitter, prone to jealousy, aggressive
— loyal to her clan, diligent, honest, ambitious, distrustful
gains a sense of self-worth through criticizing others. silently possessive and easily jealous. prioritizes logic over emotion where it really matters. closes herself off from others. used to being betrayed and abandoned. believes in violence over talking things out. can have very strong opinions on others even without interacting with them.

interaction ; "so give me your best shot"
★ very hard physically | hard mentally | attack in #141414
will initiate fights | will fight back if attacked | will rarely fight to defend others
usually aims to kill | will capture | will torture
will rarely surrender | has difficulty with facing defeat
has no powers for the time being
peaceful actions can be powerplayed | reaction will usually be aggressive[/spoiler]