IC Drinking Post Goes Here

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Booze....check. People....check. Food....CHIZU-NEE DID YOU MAKE THE FOOD?!

Comments

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Both.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Huh.

I don't like it.

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Yes you do. That's why you have them.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

No I don't, I just can't help it! You saying it's a good feeling when someone could fuck with you that way--you really are crazier than me!

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

I'm saying it feels good to be liked.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

. . . I-I know that . . . I'm not an idiot.

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Everything's in balance. If it makes you feel any better, you can hurt them too.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Then they'll leave and then it hurts me again. But I wanna, sure. Before they beat me to it . . . that's why it's so annoying!

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

I suppose you should just shun people forever, and kill anyone you start to feel attached to so they don't have the chance to ever get any power over you.

*pours a drink*

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, see, that's exactly what I was thinking! You think so??

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

You'll still be miserable.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

But I'll have Jasdero! That's how it's supposed to be!

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Says who?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Uh, it . . . it's just . . . it's how things are . . .

[ . . . drinks]

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Why?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

What do you mean why?? Sometimes things just are!

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Not really. Some situations are unsolvable, but they always happen for a reason.

Anyway, in this case the answer is probably "Because you're scared of it being anything else".

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I'm not scared, Ticky, you don't know anything!

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

*pours a shot and slides it over to you and sighs*

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[drinks half of it and starts coughing a bit again] Ugh. Shit . . . what do you know anyway . . .

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Let's say I give your intelligence more credit than you give mine.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Uh . . . thanks?

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[awkwardly finishes the shot]

Guess I'll just . . . stop thinking about it . . .

[and rests his head on the table] I don't feel so great.

[andredallover.livejournal.com]

Try standing up.