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]

Oh, a lot better than that.

I don't got any booze on me now. I was at the bar. Got some at home. If I could fucking find it.

[The crows caw something at him.] Oh, what do YOU know.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

They try to eat people the same way?

[There is a considering pause.] Okay, so...if I take you back to your place, is there booze in it for me? They'd say I was too young to drink here, even though I'm way older than I look, so I either gotta steal it or get it from somebody who doesn't give a fuck.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

If I want them too, sure.

…I'm only 19, old enough for this town to be married, have a 17-year-old daughter, and have a job, but apparently not old enough to drink. I have a hell of a time getting booze, especially if that blonde asshole is working at the bar. I'm even running low at home, since the drone wife was replaced. She was useful for something, at least.

…yeah, why the fuck not. But I'll warn you, all the booze here is crap. Who the hell are you anyway?

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Pfft. What else are zombies good for, anyway?

...that's weird as fuck. How the hell do they do math here?

Name's Lyn. [He pauses, but - well, the guy's a necromancer and drunk off his ass, so fuck it.] I'm supposed to be a demon.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Beats the hell out of me. The drones always say stuff about how nice it is for me to adopt a girl into the family like that. What the hell.

Theo.

[At the mention of the word "demon", he looks momentarily perplexed, then squints at you, sizing you up.] A demon. Lovely.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

...kind of a lame name. [You're one to talk, Lyn.]

What, you got a problem with demons?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Speak for yourself. At least I don't have a girl's name.


Hnn. Somehow I doubt you're the same kind of demon where I'm from.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Fuck you! It's a nickname, damn. Besides, I've never heard of a girl named Lyn anyway.

Yeah? What kind of demons have you got?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

The sneaky, manipulative, back-stabbing kind who think that they deserve to live in human society despite the fact that most of them couldn't be trusted as far as you can throw them. The kind with horrible mind-manipulating powers and turning into incorporeal monsters who kidnap humans to use them as their slaves?

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

...nah, except for the slaves part, that sounds pretty much like our demons.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Well then you're not from my world, since that's a big part of what they used to do. They say "used to" but I think they're full of shit.

[He sighs.] Whatever. Fuck. I don't care. I've gotta find my house sometime. [He'll try to start moving again, but it involves a lot of swaying and weaving that he doesn't seem to notice quite yet.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn trots after him.] Where'd you say it was again?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Um. Brady. 337. With one woman who talks too much and one who barely talks at all.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

...alright, I'll help you find it. But I still want some booze.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah, whatever, I don't frickin' care. I know I have something back there.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Cool. [And Lyn will be almost cheerful - or as close as he gets to it - while he leads Theo around, looking for a Brady Street. He has no idea where it'd be, since he hasn't done much exploring, but hey, it's not a big town.] ...think this might be it.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Wait a sec. Wait.

[Despite being incredibly drunk and incredibly tired, Theo closes his eyes for a moment, concentrating. He mutters something that may or may not be slurred Latin. Then he opens his eyes.]

...it's that house. [Points to the one behind them.] I have spells on it. Defensive ones. Never thought to use 'em for this.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [Lyn sounds a little intrigued.] What kind? 'S not gonna boil my brains out my ears if I try to follow you in, is it?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Only if I wanted it to.

[He walks towards his house.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

...well that's totally fucking reassuring. [Nonetheless, Lyn follows Theo. Warily.] You...don't want it to, right?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Maybe, maybe not. You want booze 'r not? I think all got is some red wine left though.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I want booze. And I'll take what I can get. Don't have a lot of options.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Well, he does indeed have some red wine in the kitchen! If you follow him in, he'll pour two glasses... sort of. Shakily. And he'll sit down at the kitchen table looking like he's about to fall asleep any second.]

There. Enjoy.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Score! Lyn takes his glass and drinks, rather readily. Mayfield does that to you.] Thanks...you're not too bad, for a drunk guy with rotting crows.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He makes a face at you. It's confused. And sleepy.]

Right. Whatever. I expect some in return if you ever manage to find something better than this shit.