~Michael~
I get to my feet ready to blast this boy if Micah looks seriously hurt. Drake soon lets go and I feel no need to punish him for his actions. Micah's a big boy he doesn't need his daddy to step in.
"Chained up. Bleeding." Drake answers Micah's question. I look the boy over again. I thought he looked familiar before. Then he said he is Rath's son and I thought that explained it. I look at Drake now and only see myself. I see me before I met Maria. Drake's eyes looked the same as mine did. Not the color but the knowledge. The pain. The memories. The hope of something better.
I face Drake, not being harsh but truthful I state, "You'll find no sympathy from me. If you came for a reward for your knowledge I won't give you one. If you came to speak to Ava speak to Ava. Though I don't know why you would want to help us. We've don't even know you."
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~Drake~
"You'll find no sympathy from me. If you came for a reward for your knowledge I won't give you one. If you came to speak to Ava speak to Ava. Though I don't know why you would want to help us. We've don't even know you." Michael says, looking straight at me without any real inflection.
I shake my head and laugh though it is without real emotion, "Sympathy, anyone that wants to give that can go to hell anyway. Reward, I don't need shit from anyone. As to helping you, I aint... not really. But, after the shit that my parents went through... not about to make it easy on the miserable duke. In fact, once I's taken care of some business, I's going after him and anyone that works for him."
I look over towards Ava as I finish, "And most of that business will be done once I've given my parents final message to Ava. An' then I'm gone." I glance back over at Michael as I state simply, "I pity you and your boy though. My pops might have been a mean asshole to others, but least I's always knowed he was my pops and cared."
I turned to look at Ava and Dominique as I spoke, "I'll be right outside." Then, without another word I moved for the door.
"You'll find no sympathy from me. If you came for a reward for your knowledge I won't give you one. If you came to speak to Ava speak to Ava. Though I don't know why you would want to help us. We've don't even know you." Michael says, looking straight at me without any real inflection.
I shake my head and laugh though it is without real emotion, "Sympathy, anyone that wants to give that can go to hell anyway. Reward, I don't need shit from anyone. As to helping you, I aint... not really. But, after the shit that my parents went through... not about to make it easy on the miserable duke. In fact, once I's taken care of some business, I's going after him and anyone that works for him."
I look over towards Ava as I finish, "And most of that business will be done once I've given my parents final message to Ava. An' then I'm gone." I glance back over at Michael as I state simply, "I pity you and your boy though. My pops might have been a mean asshole to others, but least I's always knowed he was my pops and cared."
I turned to look at Ava and Dominique as I spoke, "I'll be right outside." Then, without another word I moved for the door.
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*Nathaniel*
I can hardly take in what's going on around me. I don't even know what to believe. When the punk starts to hurt Micah, I jump to attention, but it's over before I can react. By the way Micah's gone so pale, I know this is something real. I just wish I understood how Ava and Dominque fit into all of this.
*Max*
"Wait!" I call the the kid named Drake. I'm amazed that Michael would basically tell this kid to get lost after all this he's told us. We need more.
"I'm glad you came. Thank you for warning us instead of helping him. Can you give us any better details? Who is this Duke? What's he look like? How does he know about us?" It's so strange because 'Duke' is what Lonnie called me when I was in New York. I'm sure this is unrelated, but it still sounds odd to hear the name in that harsh New York accent. I'm really interested in knowing if this guy is an agent of Khivar or of the FBI. You'd think it doesn't make a difference who's planning to kill us, but it does. It makes a big difference in our strategy.
"Who was your mother?" I ask. He keeps talking like his mom was one of us, too. Either Lonnie didn't die or ... or Tess didn't. If Lonnie survived, then who did Tess kill? Who's incinerated remains were they? "Was it Lonnie?"
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I can hardly take in what's going on around me. I don't even know what to believe. When the punk starts to hurt Micah, I jump to attention, but it's over before I can react. By the way Micah's gone so pale, I know this is something real. I just wish I understood how Ava and Dominque fit into all of this.
*Max*
"Wait!" I call the the kid named Drake. I'm amazed that Michael would basically tell this kid to get lost after all this he's told us. We need more.
"I'm glad you came. Thank you for warning us instead of helping him. Can you give us any better details? Who is this Duke? What's he look like? How does he know about us?" It's so strange because 'Duke' is what Lonnie called me when I was in New York. I'm sure this is unrelated, but it still sounds odd to hear the name in that harsh New York accent. I'm really interested in knowing if this guy is an agent of Khivar or of the FBI. You'd think it doesn't make a difference who's planning to kill us, but it does. It makes a big difference in our strategy.
"Who was your mother?" I ask. He keeps talking like his mom was one of us, too. Either Lonnie didn't die or ... or Tess didn't. If Lonnie survived, then who did Tess kill? Who's incinerated remains were they? "Was it Lonnie?"
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Ava
This kid’s claiming to be Rath and Lonnie’s son. Max is saying he thought they were dead but I know that’s not true. I talked to Rath about a year after I left Roswell. I was moving up in the music industry and literally ran in to him on the street. I had thought he’d be pissed or try to kill me but he didn’t. He asked how I was and we made small talk and he walked away and that was it. I left for London a few weeks later.
I hadn’t thought much of it till about a year ago when I woke up screaming. I felt as if my heart had been ripped from my chest, it was the same feeling I got when Zan died. But I was in denial about what it meant. They couldn’t be dead, they were the strong ones.
And now this boy is here and wants to talk to us and he reminds me a lot of them. I might have not liked them much but they were the only family I had. But if somebody hurt them…Many thoughts of revenge came to mind but I pushed them back down.
Drake pushes Micah against the wall. Zander steps forward but Dominique grabs his hand. Zander glares at her but he does stop and it’s over as fast as it started and I wonder what it was Drake showed to Micah because he looks like he’s going to be sick.
"And most of that business will be done once I've given my parents final message to Ava. An' then I'm gone." He says and I wonder what message he could have. He starts to head outside but Max stops him, trying to get more answers out of him.
“Of course it was Lonnie.” I say answering one of Max’s questions. “They believed that humans were inferior. They wouldn’t have had a kid with anyone else. It was okay to fuck humans but not breed with them.”
I look over at Dominique. I didn't regret anything that happened with her Father. I loved him and always would. We would definatly need to be having a talk after this was finished.
This kid’s claiming to be Rath and Lonnie’s son. Max is saying he thought they were dead but I know that’s not true. I talked to Rath about a year after I left Roswell. I was moving up in the music industry and literally ran in to him on the street. I had thought he’d be pissed or try to kill me but he didn’t. He asked how I was and we made small talk and he walked away and that was it. I left for London a few weeks later.
I hadn’t thought much of it till about a year ago when I woke up screaming. I felt as if my heart had been ripped from my chest, it was the same feeling I got when Zan died. But I was in denial about what it meant. They couldn’t be dead, they were the strong ones.
And now this boy is here and wants to talk to us and he reminds me a lot of them. I might have not liked them much but they were the only family I had. But if somebody hurt them…Many thoughts of revenge came to mind but I pushed them back down.
Drake pushes Micah against the wall. Zander steps forward but Dominique grabs his hand. Zander glares at her but he does stop and it’s over as fast as it started and I wonder what it was Drake showed to Micah because he looks like he’s going to be sick.
"And most of that business will be done once I've given my parents final message to Ava. An' then I'm gone." He says and I wonder what message he could have. He starts to head outside but Max stops him, trying to get more answers out of him.
“Of course it was Lonnie.” I say answering one of Max’s questions. “They believed that humans were inferior. They wouldn’t have had a kid with anyone else. It was okay to fuck humans but not breed with them.”
I look over at Dominique. I didn't regret anything that happened with her Father. I loved him and always would. We would definatly need to be having a talk after this was finished.
*Max*
I glance at Ava, not sure what to say. Yeah, I assumed Drake's mom was one of us but unlike Ava, I don't assume that Lonnie was the only choice. If Lonnie were alive it's almost as likely that Tess was, too. Still, if Lonnie and Rath both survived that day in New York, then who's incinerated remains were they that I found Tess amoung? Who did she kill?
Well, that's a question for another day; one that might well never be answered.
"So who's Duke?" I ask again. If he's going to give us a warning, it would be nice to have a bit more useful information.
I glance at Ava, not sure what to say. Yeah, I assumed Drake's mom was one of us but unlike Ava, I don't assume that Lonnie was the only choice. If Lonnie were alive it's almost as likely that Tess was, too. Still, if Lonnie and Rath both survived that day in New York, then who's incinerated remains were they that I found Tess amoung? Who did she kill?
Well, that's a question for another day; one that might well never be answered.
"So who's Duke?" I ask again. If he's going to give us a warning, it would be nice to have a bit more useful information.
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~Drake~
"Wait!" I hear Max call after me and turn, my hand on the door knob.
"I'm glad you came. Thank you for warning us instead of helping him. Can you give us any better details? Who is this Duke? What's he look like? How does he know about us?"
So many questions. I should have known this dude wasn't going to simply let things go as they were. After everything my pops said, I should have been prepared for the handling of Max Evans... the so-called King of the planet where my parents were from.
"Who was your mother?" He continues to ask and I simply look at him and then at Ava. I didn't really come here to answer all this dude's questions. I came here to fulfill something for my pops before I go find the duke that killed my folks.
"Was it Lonnie?"
Before I can reply, Ava speaks up and I smirk at the truthfulness of her statement. “Of course it was Lonnie. They believed that humans were inferior. They wouldn’t have had a kid with anyone else. It was okay to fuck humans but not breed with them.”
"Right, as she said... pops always said, 'Son, fuck anyone you want, just no having kids. Not unless the person you fuck is like us.' For a while I thought he'd lost his mind..." I add in there just because I chose to.
"So who's Duke?" Max asks again and I feel my annoyance growing.
"Duke is a fucking term that pops always used. When I don't know a name, or choose not to say a name, I say Duke..." I paused a moment before I added, "F.Y.I. I don't no the fucking name of the bastard that killed my folks. Only what he looks like and some of the people he has working for him."
Not caring whether everyone else in the room knew or not, I passed my hand over the wall beside me altering the wall enough to create the image of the bastard I was after. "This is who I've called Duke... least from everything I know." I created a couple of other images and added, "These are two of his cronies. Neither of them ever aged or changed since I first started seeing them... even before they killed my 'rents."
"How do we know that you aren't just setting us up somehow?" The girl that introduced herself to me as Natalie asked, her voice not at all holding blame, just curiosity. I liked that.
"Anyone else want to see what I showed him?" I pointed toward Micah with a smirk.
"Wait!" I hear Max call after me and turn, my hand on the door knob.
"I'm glad you came. Thank you for warning us instead of helping him. Can you give us any better details? Who is this Duke? What's he look like? How does he know about us?"
So many questions. I should have known this dude wasn't going to simply let things go as they were. After everything my pops said, I should have been prepared for the handling of Max Evans... the so-called King of the planet where my parents were from.
"Who was your mother?" He continues to ask and I simply look at him and then at Ava. I didn't really come here to answer all this dude's questions. I came here to fulfill something for my pops before I go find the duke that killed my folks.
"Was it Lonnie?"
Before I can reply, Ava speaks up and I smirk at the truthfulness of her statement. “Of course it was Lonnie. They believed that humans were inferior. They wouldn’t have had a kid with anyone else. It was okay to fuck humans but not breed with them.”
"Right, as she said... pops always said, 'Son, fuck anyone you want, just no having kids. Not unless the person you fuck is like us.' For a while I thought he'd lost his mind..." I add in there just because I chose to.
"So who's Duke?" Max asks again and I feel my annoyance growing.
"Duke is a fucking term that pops always used. When I don't know a name, or choose not to say a name, I say Duke..." I paused a moment before I added, "F.Y.I. I don't no the fucking name of the bastard that killed my folks. Only what he looks like and some of the people he has working for him."
Not caring whether everyone else in the room knew or not, I passed my hand over the wall beside me altering the wall enough to create the image of the bastard I was after. "This is who I've called Duke... least from everything I know." I created a couple of other images and added, "These are two of his cronies. Neither of them ever aged or changed since I first started seeing them... even before they killed my 'rents."
"How do we know that you aren't just setting us up somehow?" The girl that introduced herself to me as Natalie asked, her voice not at all holding blame, just curiosity. I liked that.
"Anyone else want to see what I showed him?" I pointed toward Micah with a smirk.
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~Michael~
I stand silent listening to Max and Drake speak. Nothing catches my interest. I assumed Lonnie was his mother but I didn't really care enough to ask. I look around the room. They all look so young. To young to have to do the things I did at their age. And yet maybe they want have to sacrfice what I did in order to survive. They say history always repeats inself but I'll be damn if I let my past become my children's.
"Anyone else want to see what I showed him?" Drake says smirking in the direction of Micah. I think on his words. You have to know all the facts before you solve a problem, I leaned that from Liz. I glare at Drake for a moment. It's just his memory so I have no idea why the thought of knowing apart of this kids past unnerves me. I make my mind up and take a step closer to Drake.
"Well since your offering and I sure there's nothing better on television, I wouldn't mind seeing it." I say to Drake.
I stand silent listening to Max and Drake speak. Nothing catches my interest. I assumed Lonnie was his mother but I didn't really care enough to ask. I look around the room. They all look so young. To young to have to do the things I did at their age. And yet maybe they want have to sacrfice what I did in order to survive. They say history always repeats inself but I'll be damn if I let my past become my children's.
"Anyone else want to see what I showed him?" Drake says smirking in the direction of Micah. I think on his words. You have to know all the facts before you solve a problem, I leaned that from Liz. I glare at Drake for a moment. It's just his memory so I have no idea why the thought of knowing apart of this kids past unnerves me. I make my mind up and take a step closer to Drake.
"Well since your offering and I sure there's nothing better on television, I wouldn't mind seeing it." I say to Drake.
Not all who wander are lost
~Tolkien~
~Tolkien~
OOC -- Is Max supposed to recognise these guys? It wouldn't be anyone he'd encountered already, would it?
*Max*
'When I don't know a name, or choose not to say a name, I say Duke', he says. I see. I knew that Lonnie was dissing me when she said that but I thought it was some stupid sidewise slur related to the whole 'king' thing. A demotion of sorts. Apparently it was far more general than that. Well, it's all past now.
Drake throws up images on the wall of the people he's after, not caring who sees. What's even more amazing is that nobody here seems to be concerned about it. Ava and I are the only ones here who know that everyone in this room is part of this family. The kids don't know about Zan and Ava and Dominque. Well, Michael knows about Ava and Dom, but not Zan. And Zan doesn't know that anyone here is 'different' except for himself and me. I'm guessing he's catching on fast, 'though.
I look at the images, trying to memorize them and to recognise them. Have I seen these people before? So many people come through the Crashdown every day. They could have been here... I try not to think about the many faceless FBI scientists who'd been after us in the past. Drake said the 'helpers' haven't aged. That must mean they're alien shape-shifters, not FBI. And if they're shifters, they could look like anybody -- even Drake. But somehow I believe that he's just who he says he is.
Michael steps forward asking for a look at what Drake showed Micah -- the deaths of his parents. It's probably a good idea that one of us sees it first-hand, as it were. I'm guessing it's pretty grisly, but Michael has seen more of that sort of thing than Micah. I'm sure he can handle it better.
"Where did you see these guys last?" I ask. I'm guessing that if they sent him on this errand, they already know where we are and may have followed him here.
*Nathaniel*
Geez. I can't believe this is happening. Drake is showing off his alien powers in front of everyone. What is Dominque going to think? Not to mention Ava and Zan. I can't believe that Dad doesn't seem to be alarmed by this. I tell myself that I shouldn't be worried about it since we have bigger trouble. These three guys who want to kill us. Still, I can't help but wonder what Dominque is going to think when she realizes that I'm just as much a weirdo as Drake is.
I look at the three faces that Drake showed us. I don't think I've seen them before but I sure know what to do if I see them now. I'm not going to let them hurt my family if I can help it.
Then Uncle Michael straightens up and asks to see whatever it was that scared Micah. I look at Uncle Michael in surprise. It's not that I ever thought he was a coward or anything but I don't think I want to see whatever it was. Maybe I should. We need to know what to be prepared for...
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*Max*
'When I don't know a name, or choose not to say a name, I say Duke', he says. I see. I knew that Lonnie was dissing me when she said that but I thought it was some stupid sidewise slur related to the whole 'king' thing. A demotion of sorts. Apparently it was far more general than that. Well, it's all past now.
Drake throws up images on the wall of the people he's after, not caring who sees. What's even more amazing is that nobody here seems to be concerned about it. Ava and I are the only ones here who know that everyone in this room is part of this family. The kids don't know about Zan and Ava and Dominque. Well, Michael knows about Ava and Dom, but not Zan. And Zan doesn't know that anyone here is 'different' except for himself and me. I'm guessing he's catching on fast, 'though.
I look at the images, trying to memorize them and to recognise them. Have I seen these people before? So many people come through the Crashdown every day. They could have been here... I try not to think about the many faceless FBI scientists who'd been after us in the past. Drake said the 'helpers' haven't aged. That must mean they're alien shape-shifters, not FBI. And if they're shifters, they could look like anybody -- even Drake. But somehow I believe that he's just who he says he is.
Michael steps forward asking for a look at what Drake showed Micah -- the deaths of his parents. It's probably a good idea that one of us sees it first-hand, as it were. I'm guessing it's pretty grisly, but Michael has seen more of that sort of thing than Micah. I'm sure he can handle it better.
"Where did you see these guys last?" I ask. I'm guessing that if they sent him on this errand, they already know where we are and may have followed him here.
*Nathaniel*
Geez. I can't believe this is happening. Drake is showing off his alien powers in front of everyone. What is Dominque going to think? Not to mention Ava and Zan. I can't believe that Dad doesn't seem to be alarmed by this. I tell myself that I shouldn't be worried about it since we have bigger trouble. These three guys who want to kill us. Still, I can't help but wonder what Dominque is going to think when she realizes that I'm just as much a weirdo as Drake is.
I look at the three faces that Drake showed us. I don't think I've seen them before but I sure know what to do if I see them now. I'm not going to let them hurt my family if I can help it.
Then Uncle Michael straightens up and asks to see whatever it was that scared Micah. I look at Uncle Michael in surprise. It's not that I ever thought he was a coward or anything but I don't think I want to see whatever it was. Maybe I should. We need to know what to be prepared for...
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~Dom~
You know that feeling that prickles at the back of your mind? The one that is screaming at you to run. It's screaming and your trying hard to keep your feet planted in one place. That's the exact feeling I have at the moment Zan tries to go to Micah's rescue.
Micah's not part of our family. So why is Zan suddenly going to risk his well being for him. I know Zan isn't a wimp but he is selfish, and selfish people don't just jump to help others. I hold him by the hand, not letting him go foward. After I'm satisfied he ain't going any where I quickly let go.
Drake throws pitures of some guys on the wall. I stand there in shock. I was wrong about my mum. She knew there were others like us and she said nothing. Of course I never asked so she never really lied. I step back from the scene. I hear something about Michael wanting to see the same thing Micah did and Max ask some question.
I feel sick. The sick that comes after drinking way to much vodka. My stomach aches. I stand still as my head begins to spin. I close my eyes and reopen them. I stare at the backs of everyones heads. I find Nate's and a moment of ease creeps over me. My stomach doens't hurt as much and my head isn't spinning any more.
You know that feeling that prickles at the back of your mind? The one that is screaming at you to run. It's screaming and your trying hard to keep your feet planted in one place. That's the exact feeling I have at the moment Zan tries to go to Micah's rescue.
Micah's not part of our family. So why is Zan suddenly going to risk his well being for him. I know Zan isn't a wimp but he is selfish, and selfish people don't just jump to help others. I hold him by the hand, not letting him go foward. After I'm satisfied he ain't going any where I quickly let go.
Drake throws pitures of some guys on the wall. I stand there in shock. I was wrong about my mum. She knew there were others like us and she said nothing. Of course I never asked so she never really lied. I step back from the scene. I hear something about Michael wanting to see the same thing Micah did and Max ask some question.
I feel sick. The sick that comes after drinking way to much vodka. My stomach aches. I stand still as my head begins to spin. I close my eyes and reopen them. I stare at the backs of everyones heads. I find Nate's and a moment of ease creeps over me. My stomach doens't hurt as much and my head isn't spinning any more.
Not all who wander are lost
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Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as
A poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Zander
I can't take this anymore. This whole situation is crazy. Someone is apparently wanting them dead and I wonder how the hell I got myself in this situation in the first place. When this Drake guy grabbed Micah I almost interferred. I almost defended someone else...me. What is wrong with me? I don't need to get involved in this. It's crazy. I can't do this. It's too much.
I slowly start backing my way to the back door. I hold my breath until I'm there and pray no one notices. I just need some air all this shit plus Max. It's too much to handle right now. This isn't my problem at least that's what I keep telling myself. Luckily everyone is so wrapped up in the little drama they don't notice me sneaking out the door.
Once out in the alley I release the breath I had been holding. Sam and Danny are waiting towards the end of the alley. I smile when I notice they are passing a joint back and forth...just what I needed to mellow out.
I walk over to them and yank the joint out of Sam's mouth before taking a long drag. I hold it in for as long as I can before blowing it out slowly. I lean my back against the wall before taking another drag and feeling the slight tingling of a good buzz. When I was first introduced to drugs and alchol it didn't take much to make me completly pass out which I just always thought it was because I was smaller. Over the years I have built up more of a tolerance but it still doesn't take much before I'm gone from this world.
After several drags I am pleasantly high and Danny finally speaks. "Everything going okay in there?" I just nod and take another drag. I just think I want to forget this whole fuckin day. I hand the joint back to Sam when it is almost gone and he looks a little pissed but of course doesn't say anything to me.
I look around and notice its starting to get dark. Where did the afternoon go so quickly. "Boys, let's go get so fuckin drunk we don't remember our own names." I say before starting to walk down the street. I know I saw a bar around here. After about ten minutes of walking I finally find it.
I saunder up to the bar like I come in here all the time. The bartender looks like he just got off a Harley motorcycle. I order shots for all of us and down the first glass of vodka and then I get another shot and down that one too. Good, I can't even remember why I decided to get so drunk in the first place.
I don't even realise how much attention we are starting to attract. The bar suddenly got really crowded. Was it this packed before we got in here? I look around and notice Danny is talking with a group of people and signing autographs and Sam is doing body shots off some sluty looking girl. Speaking of slutty girls...
"Would you like to dance with us?"a girl asks, no wait there two of them and at first I think I'm seeing double when I realise there twins. Two very blonde, very hot chicks, with 'fuck me please' looks on there faces. I give them a sexy smirk before leading them to the dance floor. It looks like tonight is starting to look up, but I can't recall why it was looking bad in the first place.
ooc: Don't feel like everyone has to chase after Zan. I don't want to disturb the on going discussion and just didn't really think Zan would care one way or another. Yes he's a bit of a mixed up, selfish, bastard but how would you be in the situation?
I couldn't cut it as
A poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Zander
I can't take this anymore. This whole situation is crazy. Someone is apparently wanting them dead and I wonder how the hell I got myself in this situation in the first place. When this Drake guy grabbed Micah I almost interferred. I almost defended someone else...me. What is wrong with me? I don't need to get involved in this. It's crazy. I can't do this. It's too much.
I slowly start backing my way to the back door. I hold my breath until I'm there and pray no one notices. I just need some air all this shit plus Max. It's too much to handle right now. This isn't my problem at least that's what I keep telling myself. Luckily everyone is so wrapped up in the little drama they don't notice me sneaking out the door.
Once out in the alley I release the breath I had been holding. Sam and Danny are waiting towards the end of the alley. I smile when I notice they are passing a joint back and forth...just what I needed to mellow out.
I walk over to them and yank the joint out of Sam's mouth before taking a long drag. I hold it in for as long as I can before blowing it out slowly. I lean my back against the wall before taking another drag and feeling the slight tingling of a good buzz. When I was first introduced to drugs and alchol it didn't take much to make me completly pass out which I just always thought it was because I was smaller. Over the years I have built up more of a tolerance but it still doesn't take much before I'm gone from this world.
After several drags I am pleasantly high and Danny finally speaks. "Everything going okay in there?" I just nod and take another drag. I just think I want to forget this whole fuckin day. I hand the joint back to Sam when it is almost gone and he looks a little pissed but of course doesn't say anything to me.
I look around and notice its starting to get dark. Where did the afternoon go so quickly. "Boys, let's go get so fuckin drunk we don't remember our own names." I say before starting to walk down the street. I know I saw a bar around here. After about ten minutes of walking I finally find it.
I saunder up to the bar like I come in here all the time. The bartender looks like he just got off a Harley motorcycle. I order shots for all of us and down the first glass of vodka and then I get another shot and down that one too. Good, I can't even remember why I decided to get so drunk in the first place.
I don't even realise how much attention we are starting to attract. The bar suddenly got really crowded. Was it this packed before we got in here? I look around and notice Danny is talking with a group of people and signing autographs and Sam is doing body shots off some sluty looking girl. Speaking of slutty girls...
"Would you like to dance with us?"a girl asks, no wait there two of them and at first I think I'm seeing double when I realise there twins. Two very blonde, very hot chicks, with 'fuck me please' looks on there faces. I give them a sexy smirk before leading them to the dance floor. It looks like tonight is starting to look up, but I can't recall why it was looking bad in the first place.
ooc: Don't feel like everyone has to chase after Zan. I don't want to disturb the on going discussion and just didn't really think Zan would care one way or another. Yes he's a bit of a mixed up, selfish, bastard but how would you be in the situation?