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Post by oliver liam thompson on Dec 15, 2011 17:57:30 GMT
It seems you've mistaken me [/size]  [/center] for someone who cares [/size] Oliver strolled into the hogshead, he had no reason for going and a far as he was concerned he needed no reason, nobody was going to top him going into the hogshead to get a drink on his own to get away from all the idiots that roamed about the world, he needed a break from their annoying ways and decided the best way to do so would be by dulling his senses slightly with alcohol and to drink it alone, like most people seemed to do in the hogs head. Sure they were all extremely dodgey looking people but he was fairly sure he could take them on or if needs am to it he could talk his way out of things. Although the chances of that seem highly unlikely.
He strolled across the straw covered floor, why there was straw on the floor was question he didn't even bother to think about, he doubted he would get a decent reason from anyone if he even attempted to inquire about it. He reached the bar and looked the bartender dead in the eyes, what a disgusting little man he thought, instantly criticizing the stranger. "Firewhisky" he commanded, no please and no thank you when it was given to him, he simply paid and went to find somewhere to sit down away from everyone so he could have some alone time.
He sat down at a table in the corner, the furthest table from everyone in the bar. He then sat there, sipping his drink slowly, watching the world go by and pondering things that lurked in the depths of his mind. He really thought this through very well, he hadn't bought anything to read or anything he cod amuse himself with and he didn't really want to talk to anyone in the bar, sure some of them looked like they had a story to tell but none of them peeked his interest he figured he would just have to finish his drink and leave unless something interesting happened like aybee a bar fight, he would definitely stick around to watch tw people beat themselves into bloody pulps.
[/justify] I'm just a dirtbag
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Post by kaleb owen garcia on Jan 28, 2012 17:40:07 GMT
Kaleb had already been drinking. This was probably evident, but the boy managed to look old enough that the people at the Hogs head didn't care whether or not he was, and served him anyway. To be honest, that was why he came here. He'd drank Merlin knew how many fire whiskey's and he was baying for another. Pulling himself up off the chair, and using it for support, he stumbled a little, straightened his clothes, and made for the bar. He slammed his hand on the bar to get the attention of the bartender and spoke in his loudest voice. “Three more of those burning things. Fire- uh, fire whiskey!"
[/color] He said, triumph in his voice as he'd managed to remember what it was called. He could barely remember his own name, to be honest. He paid the bartender by dropping a questionable amount of coins onto the bar, and collected his three drinks, on his best behaviour now so that he didn't spill any of the fire-like liquid. Turning in the wrong direction, he headed not, as he'd intended, back to his own seat, but slumped down at someone else's booth, only looking up after his drinks were on the table and most of the first one was halfway down his throat. "That, hits every spot, nicely"[/color] Kaleb commented a little loud and slurry. He didn't have control of his voice anymore and could just about manage coherent speech. "Hey don't I know you?"[/color] He asked, raising a shaky finger up and pointing at his drinking companion. "Your that dick"[/color] he said, laughing again. He'd met Oliver before once, and they hadn't hit it off then though their meeting was brief. It had been a little while ago but Kaleb never forgot a face, well, a face that he didn’t get on with. However, he didn’t know if Oliver remembered him, maybe he should make the most of that. Or maybe he’d already said too much. Yep, probably. ”I didn’t like you.”[/color] Kaleb announced cheerfully with a laugh.[/justify] tagging oliver. wearing this notes sorry the template sucks. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by oliver liam thompson on Jan 29, 2012 19:14:17 GMT
It seems you've mistaken me [/size] [/center] for someone who cares [/size] Oliver heard a drunken voice yell, well he probably wasnt actually yelling but it sounded loud enough to be considered such. He rolled his eyes, he would never be as stupid at that guy, who really wanted to get that drunk, they would have to face the consequences in the morning. Sure, Oliver drank, but he never truley got drunk, he only ever seemed to get drunk to make people believe he's drunk and that way he could use that state to do whatever he wished and people would simply think it was because he was drunk.
He noticed the drunkard stumble towards him, he looked familiar, in fact Oliver knew him. He was Kaleb Garcia a guy so far up his own backside he see's through his mouth. Oliver rolled his eyes and wondered what he had done to deserve having this annoyance stumble into his presence. "I think you must have me mistaken, i can assure you, my dick has never been seen by your eyes" he said remaining somewhat calm even though he was incredibly annoyed, he'd also managed to twist the drunk's words so that it hadn't been so much of an insult to Oliver but more of one to Kaleb.
"I dont particularly like you either" he stated then pointed his finger over to where Kaleb had originally been sitting. "Why don't you scurry on back to where you came from, i'm sure you can woo some idiotic bimbo and she'll amuse you much more than i'm willing to" he stated, he himself was the kind of guy who would occasionally 'woo a bimbo' but that was simply because he could, he didn't like any of the bimbo's he'd managed to seduce. He preferred the more intelligent girls, finding intelligence way more sexy than actual looks, sadly all the intelligent girls seemed to not look much like humans, resembling more of a house elf or a troll. He also found that girls who tended to look human werent intelligent, it seemed he just couldn't have his way.
[/justify] I'm just a dirtbag
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