19th Resurrection - Drunk. Again.

[sanctus_dei]

[Ladies and gentleman, good people of Mayfield: Theo Crawford is drunk. Drunker than the skinny little lightweight has ever been in his young life. Sure, he liked alcohol before he got into town, especially a good wine. But Mayfield has pushed him into some places mentally where wine seemed to make thing seem a whole lot more pleasant. The more wine, the less Mayfield irritated him. Well, sometimes.

He's also drunk to the point where he's a gotten whiny, and hopelessly lost. After leaving the bar - hurry Theo, before Shizuo comes in for his shift - and taking a few wrong turns, Theo has gotten completely lost in the residential area.

So, be treated to one very drunk, very cranky, very whiny teenager wandering around. He's on your lawn, staring and squinting at your house and mailbox, wondering if it's the right one. He might have even opened the door and stumbled in before realizing this isn't the right place. At one point he's accompanied by his two undead crows, who caw and chatter at him, and who he speaks with.]

IT'S NOT MY FAULT. Why did ANYONE ever think building towns like this was a good thing. Honestly. It's fuckin' nauseating and if I ever make it home, I'm fuckin' burning down the first suburb I see. You can take that shit to the bank.

[The crow on his shoulder chitters something at him.]

Well YEAH. You're some kinda... freaky Mayfield drone crow. Even after I turned you. You're just a stupid bird. Of COURSE you like this place.

Stupid bird. Which way is the house?!

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[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[O-oh god so tired. He was still struggling to keep his eyes open. He couldn't picture Tlachtga caring, and he didn't feel like a lecture from Kay.]

No, Christ, don't do that. Fine, I'll stay here. Ugh.

[The crows caw again. They're laughing at him now. He once again yells at them to shut up.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken smiled a bit and moved so that Theo could easily get past.]

Glad to see you're listening to reason. I'll get Miakis to set up the couch for you.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He gives you an unamused look. You're going to have one hell of a miserable hangover case on your couch tomorrow morning.]

Right. Whatever.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken just shakes his head and ushers Theo into the house and firmly shuts the door behind him. No sense in letting him escape in all his drunken logic.]