"HEY! Hey, you! Yeah... gimme thommadat... thtuff... yah... da green thtuff... that'th it... thank you..."
Matthias flagged down a waiter-type-guy and took another glass of the green, delicious alchohol. He'd been knockin' 'em back
like it was going out of style all night, and after the third or fourth cup he thought it would be an incredibly good idea to build a
tiny castle out of his used glasses. So far he'd built the main body of the castle and three of the four towers, as well as indented
a little moat in the floor and filled it with wine. People were actually stopping to admire the rather odd piece of architecture.
"Yeah... yeah, ith good, in't it? I made it mythelf... out of ROCKTH!"
After this outburst, the partygoers started to veer away from Matthias. With good reason, I suppose. A loud, heavily-slurred cyborg
is something you might want to avoid.
He began stumbling around the dancefloor, gazing at the various beautiful ladies. A smile crossed his dulled, completely
drunk face. He nodded, giggling, then slammed directly into a young girl wearing a mask. He found himself checking her out until
she started talking.
"Good Lord. You're hammered."
Matthias took great offense to this. "THAT ITH A FILTHY LIE. I am... I am alwayth a rethponthible driver. I have... I have had a few
drinkth. Not many, though. I'M FINE, FARRARRARRAGO."
"... I'm Miraye."
He scowled. "That'th what you'd LIKE me to believe."
"You're an idiot."
"DRUNK LIKE A FOX!"
"What?"
"I gotta go now."
Matthias stumbled off into the crowd, leaving the dumbfounded Miraye behind. He stumbled, inconveniently enough, right into Larkin.
The cyborg's face lit up. "HEY! It'th mah buddy! Hi buddy!"
Larkin sneered, his eyes becoming slits of rage. "What are you doing here?"
"I... I am FLYING A JETPLANE."
Larkin opened his mouth to ask what a jetplane was when Matthias socked him right in the teeth. He sprawled onto the floor.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER THAT WAY!"
The Shrike scrambled to his feet and delivered a knee to Matthias' gut, then a hook to his cheek, sending him stumbling backward.
Eventually, he lost his balance and fell.
"Oh. You are THO fucked."
1.03.2008
Psycho, propane, cocaine, crazy.
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