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?!

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

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

There ain't much else to do around here.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Blow something up. Destroy a mailbox. Seems like most people like doing one or the other around here.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Any havoc one causes is fixed the next day. There's no point.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Then do something constructive.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Are you suggesting I get a hobby? [He grimaces. There wasn't much of a selection in Mayfield. If one more of his male drone coworkers asks him to join the guys for golf, he's going to punch a nun.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he could take up nun punching as a hobby?] It could be... therapeutic? Or something. Fuck if I know.

nnng it's bed time~

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Wine was a hobby. Now I just drink it. 'Lot of it. All the wine here is shit anyway.

good night!

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

That's not a hobby. Try again.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[POUTFACE.]

Yes it is. Collecting it. When to drink what. There's a lot to it. Gotta know what you're doing.

I mean what the hell, you expecting me to play golf or something?

[The word "golf" has so much bile behind it.]

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Blank. Look.]

...What's golf and why do you make it sound so bad?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It's a so-called sport where a bunch of idiots dress up in ridiculous pants can hit these... little ball things towards holes that are... really far away and it's just so damn stupid.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

I'm really sorry I asked.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Lucky you. Coming from a golfless universe.

[He pouts through a momentary silence.]

Why, what do YOU do around here for fun?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Troll people.

Wait.]

Practice my weaving, take walks, normal shit.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[That's a popular hobby.]

I've been here for like... I dunno. Months. I've read through all of my books already. Twice. Shit. I hate this place.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Maybe... make up a sport? And championship drinking doesn't count.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He'd suck at that anyway.]

A sport. I've never even played any sports.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

...Oh, we're going to fix that. We're going to fix that the second you're sober. [Evil grin!]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Are you out of your mind?! It's not like I'm going to play... football or something.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

It's a fun sport! You'd be good at it. And I promise I'll try not to kick the ball into your face. [Too hard.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] You're crazy. Sports.