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]

[Squinting in the darkness, Theo's not quite sure if this is his house... which he suddenly becomes very sure of once he sees Margot launching herself at him.

He's completely toasted, so all he manages to do is let out a strangled cry in protest before you run right into him.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Knocks him down and sits on his chest, moving to choke him with the bat.]

Alright, motherfucker, you have two seconds to tell me what you're doing in my house before I pop your fucking head off.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Considering his state already, and the fact that he has just now smacked his skull off of your floor, Theo has NO idea what just happened. The world is spinning.]

Oh Jesus H. motherfuckin.... if you're going to kill me just fucking do it already!

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Squints at him in the darkness. That voice sounds familiar...]

...Theo?

[This does not, however, mean she's letting up.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Smart girl. Lucky for her though, he's unarmed both weapon and magic-wise. And that he weighs as much as a baby bird, so he's really not going anywhere.]

Yes.... son of a bitch... wait... Margot?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Bingo.

Now I'm gonna ask you again: why are you in my house?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I didn't know it was your fucking house. I didn't know where the shit I was. Christ. Get off of me for Christ's sake!

[Be treated to ineffectual squirming.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Watches him warily for a second before rolling off, keeping the bat at the ready.]

Get the fuck out.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He lies there, eyes squeezed shut, rubbing them with his fingers.]

I will once the world stops spinning. Jesus. Of all the fucking houses.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

That's right. Whine. You're not getting any sympathy.

[Nudges at him with a toe.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I don't want your fucking sympathy. Stop fucking touching me, geez.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

You're in my house. I can touch you all I want.

[Waving the bat over his head, but not laying a hand on him anymore.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He sighs. He hates everything right now. Even more than normal.]

I can't even get hammered alone without shit like this happening. I hate this fucking town. Get out of the way so I can get the hell up.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Steps back.]

I'm waiting.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[It's going to take a few tries. He's trying to not get dizzy and vomit on your floor. Part of him wants to just to piss you off, but you're also holding a bat and no remorse.

He finally manages to pull himself up using the doorjamb.]

Where the fuck is Brady from here.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

One street over.

Do you need me to walk you there?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He looks at you like you suddenly sprouted a second head.]

Why in the world would you do that.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Because you're drunker than shit right now.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yes. I am. Not drunk enough if you ask me.

It's one street. I can make it.

[He starts making his way down the porch. Him making it is debatable, as he's swaying pretty hard. His crows wait on your fence. They knew it was the wrong house, but when does he ever listen to them?]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Leans against the frame of her front door with her arms crossed, watching him. She's debating whether to help him or give him a swift kick. It's a close toss up right now.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He's being so careful. So cautious. But it's not enough as he slips on the last step and does a faceplant into your lawn. There's a groan as he manages to roll himself onto his back.]

_{Son of a bitch.}

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and puts her bat down. If anything happens, she's got her fire, so.

Steps over and reaches to help him up, if he'll allow.]

C'mon, asshole. Get up.

[Her voice is decidedly more gently, though.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[There's even a point where Theo Crawford gives up. He doesn't look angry anymore, just defeated.

He gives Margot's hand a long look. It takes a lot in for him to accept the help, but he finally does reach up.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Helps him up, one arm around his waist, and starts walking.]

Don't you ever do this again.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He's easy to guide along, despite the occasional stumbling.]

There ain't much else to do around here.