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Post by louis sinclair on Dec 6, 2011 1:03:03 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - -There was one question that Louie almost always received when he was drunk, which was basically all the time. Anyway at least once a week Louie would get the same question, which was usually worded a little like this Louie where the hell is your shirt?!. Maybe once or twice a month Louie would get so drunk they might ask where his pants are, but usually it was just his shirt disappearing. The only answer Louie ever had was “I dunno,” but at the time of the shirt removal all Louie thinks about is how constricting the damn thing feels or how hot it is, so naturally off goes his shirt (not that many people are complaining).
The campers from Camp Half Blood generally just asked him why he was half naked kind of exasperated. The people in New Rome and the campers from Camp Jupiter though they were kind of new to a half naked, drunk seventeen year old Greek demigod stumbling around causing all kinds of madness. When some people found out that he was the son of Dionysus… or well Bacchus, they cut him some slack. However most people just gave him dirty looks, once time someone shouted at him, but Louie took it quite well and flashed the person his ass.
Today or tonight or was it morning already? Oh whatever it was dark and Louie was pretty damn sure he was the only one awake. Earlier during the day he had gotten drunk and almost fell off the boat again, after that he got put in his room. He had only just gotten out after an entire day of just sitting in his bed drinking away his stash of alcohol. So by the time everyone was asleep Louie was pretty damn wasted. The only reason he was walking is because he is a seasoned alcoholic and has had plenty of experience moving around whilst drunk off his ass. He had managed to get himself off of the Argo II and stumble his way around without anyone knowing.
Anyway it was some time dark and just about nobody was outside in the Roman world, which meant Louie could do whatever the hell he wanted. First he snuck over to New Rome where he found a shop with a shoddy lock, hey you pick up skills when you go to school for delinquents and nut jobs all your life. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and put it in his pocket, and then another in his other pocket. Then he grabbed a bottle of Merlot and started wondering around a bit more. Before he knew it he had lost his shirt, was drinking his bottle of not so bad Merlot, and in the barracks, well he didn’t know he was in the barracks. All Louie knew was that the Merlot was starting to taste even better and he was probably in a place he shouldn’t be.
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Post by reyna drake on Dec 7, 2011 3:28:09 GMT -5
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it didn't matter when she went to bed; early or late, she still needed to practically have coffee thrown into her face to rejoin the ranks of the living. and so, taking blatant advantage of this fluke in genetics, more often than not, reyna could be seen wandering around in the wee hours of the morning, blissfully alone in the cool of the night. she liked the peace of it, after the disciplined mayhem of new rome by day. and maybe she was the only one who did so - like it, that was - but that was alright by her. she was different in a lot of ways, and complaining never did anyone any good. 'that was good ol' reyna drake for ya,' she thought dryly, hugging her sweater-clad arms around herself against the chilly night breeze. such a trooper; stiff upper lip or bust.
she had spent the entire night in the principia, looking over and replying to missive she'd gotten from ex-legionnaires the world over, all sounding in with reports or advice or just letting people know they were still alive. it was almost frightening how much responsibility lay on her shoulders, waiting for her say-so in any range of problems. some respected her as the current praetor of the twelfth legion; some wouldn't it beyond her to have new rome go up in flames if she went two days without their intervention; others were spirits, as much a romans were free spirits, and needed the occasionally reminder about where their loyalties lied. and she was their tie to new rome, the spider of sorts. it was up to her to remember the exact ways to keep the blasted individuals happy; who needed cajoling, who to order about, who would do anything for a pretty smile.
well, she could deal with the people who needed the two former, but with the last she'd sic on one or the other of her cohort-mates who just happened to be daughters of venus. in return for the favor she'd turn a blind eye to the cosmetics black market they had going on, and all was well. who said she didn't do strategy? regardless, with all of her replies sent off and all the letters she'd received neatly filed away, she'd locked up behind her and prepared to call it a night. it would never do for the praetor - well, one of the praetors - to sleep through muster, which she had come that close to doing on several occasions. maybe if she emptied her mind, tried some breathing exercises one of ceres's daughters had taught her, and maybe thrown back a sleeping pill or two - she could actually achieve that effortless, dreamless sleep she'd heard so much about. at the point, she'd be wondering if it was myth after all if not for the countless nights she spent sitting blankly at the foot of her bed, listening to the sounds of her her cohort-mates' deep, even breathing.
but that saying about the best laid plans of mice and men...how did it go? she was no literary genius, but had an inkling that it had something to do with shit hitting the fan. she'd barely gone twenty steps from the building, aurum and argentum by her sides, to walk into someone else for the second time in an many days - except this time it wasn't her fault. she peered up at him in the darkness, confusion and surprise clouding whatever outrage she might have felt, their bodies too close - hell, if they'd been closer they'd be one person - and a moment later a scowl crossed her features and he jumped back. and, well, maybe shoved him back a little as well for good measure, trying to ignore the fact that her hands touched not cloth, but cold, slightly stick skin. his breath. pluto. she hadn't smelled liquor so strong on someone since hylla invited her to her twenty-first birthday celebration with the amazons. "are you drunk?" she asked him accusingly, before rolling her eyes. that, really, was quite beyond obvious. "why are you here?" she asked more slowly, keeping her voice tight but even. graecus. no roman would have dared. her dogs, sensing her tension, bared their teeth and growled, clever little creatures.
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Post by louis sinclair on Dec 9, 2011 23:42:41 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - For some reason unknown to Louie being drunk made him a social butterfly. Actually he was more like a social tornado that flies in unannounced, takes the person for a terrifying ride, and then dumps them somewhere completely confused and rattled. Basically the first person he saw he would latch onto and basically pester them until they managed to get him confined somewhere or until he decided they had enough fun. So far tonight Louie has yet to run into anybody, which was probably good for the innocent bystanders sleeping somewhere. However it was pretty unfortunate for the person who slammed into him.
By some miracle he managed to stay on his feet. It was not a miracle when a set of hands shoved him in the ribs and he went stumbling backwards a few feet and regained his balance then held up his hands like he had just stuck a landing in a gymnastics meet. How he managed not to fall on his ass? Well it was probably because of years of stumbling around that he managed to hone some semblance of balance while completely shwasted.
His good luck seemed to be limited to not face planting on the ground because the person who shoved him asked him if he was drunk, which he obviously was, and she didn’t sound all too happy about it. Louie was about to defend himself against the obviously Roman camper that had the unfortunate luck of running into Louie, a defense that probably would have been completely ridiculous and made no sense. However when Louie took a crooked step forward he got a good look at the girl and realized he was the luckiest guy awake right now because this girl was a looker and unfortunately for that the poor girl had absolutely no chance of shaking off Louie.
For you pretty lady I can be anything Louie said with only the slightest slurring of words. By some kind of miracle whenever Louie ran into someone attractive he could pull himself together long enough to have some kind of stupid fling/one night stand. It was quite plain that he was hitting on her and he made no effort to hide it. At Camp Half Blood Louie had his fair share of flings because lets face it Louie wasn’t lacking in the looks department and what he lacked in sobriety he had in party throwing abilities. Meaning late night in the forest and some Aphrodite girls happen to have to much to drink and the next morning they wake up in Dionysus cabin wondering what they did last night but not necessarily regretting it.
I am here… Louie said when he was standing in front of her again, swaying slightly none the less. He was here because… he was here because… well damn it why was he here? He stood there for a minute or so not saying a word, obviously thinking then he just gave up and turned his deep violet eyes back to the pretty Roman girl and said I am here because I saw a pretty lady. Oh gods was he completely lacking in tact right now, when he lost all concepts of social behavior that’s when you knew even the great alcoholic Louie had a bit more to drink than the average daily consumption. You know I bet I know why you are here Louie said with a smug smile on his face. You Miss… he started to say but then he realized he had no idea what this pretty lady’s name was. Backtracking immediately Louie asked, Does a humble gentleman like me get to know a beautiful lady’s name? If anybody were to walk by right now they’d shake their head at this pathetic scene.
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