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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 11, 2009 10:22:45 GMT -4
"That's the point," Chuck groaned another cough pulling from him as he felt Bianca's hand upon his back. His mom used to do that to him since she would go to the grave declaring that he never bothered to chew his food and inhaled it thus he was alway choking...in truth his mother God rest her soul had been a terrible cook!
"I'm good," Chuck declared his vocie cracking slightly under the strain of just having layers of it burned off thanks to the tequilla.
Chuck shook his head slightly as Bianca dodged his question...if he could remember what his original question was...oh yeah the scar!
"No...no that's no it the tequilla...it has nothing to do with that right?" Chuck asked fumbeling with his words as he reached out and motioned towards the scar on her arm.
Chuck smiled slightly as Bianca's head rested against his shoulder, he couldn't even remember the last time he had had any amount of time with another actual person even if they were getting drunk beyond reason it still very much counted. Chuck braved the tequilla once more and managed to drain the rest of his glass with a slight shudder before his head rolled t the side and rested on top of Bianca's his eyes searching across the room trying to find what she was finding so entrancing.
"This much won't...won't kill me will it?" Chuck asked his words slurring together and a hint of disappointment held within his voice as he pouted slightly thinking maybe his plan had epically failed sine they were now both drunk.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 11, 2009 14:54:41 GMT -4
Bianca's eyes followed Chuck's hands and fell onto the scar she'd been playing with. The majority of them had healed to white blemishes in the skin, but this was one of the larger ones that she could clearly identify-and apparently so could others.
"This one's nothing." She pushed her hair back, tucking it behind her right ear. "This one's much cooler."
The skin on the right side of her head was a deep shade of pink from never having fully healed. The ear Ezra had reattached had been sewn on with long, jagged stitches which looked like something Frankenstein's monster would have loved. If she hadn't been awake and concious for having the ear both cut off and reattached, she'd be impressed with the scar.
Bianca's mind wandered away into one of the drunken mindsets which made her think deep, intense thoughts. Somewhere in his theatre, Paolo had to have the full tape of what had happened. Part of her wanted to go back, retrieve it. But he'd kill her this time-that was certain.
Almost instinctively, her eyes started to ache. Bianca rubbed them with the heel of her palm.
"They're not even your eyes, they're some dead chick's." She wasn't sure if she'd mumbled the words outloud, or to herself. Regardless, the thought snapped her back to reality.
"Dude, seriously, what's the obsession with your own death?" Bianca sat up, turning to face Chuck directly. Reaching between them, she clasped his hands in hers and squeezed them.
"Death's not cool. It's final and scary and sh!t. And trust me, in that second just before you think you're going to breathe your last breath, you don't want anything else except to live. So dude, quit it!"
She smiled at Chuck, pressing his hands tighter into hers.
"Besides, there's enough creepy people in this planet. We need as many decent ones still out here as we can get."
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 11, 2009 23:56:59 GMT -4
Chuck’s eyes widened considerably as he took in the massive scar which traced itself along the side of Bianca’s head. Not even the massive amount of alcohol in his system could dull the impact of seeing that. Whatever had happened to Bianca had been bad…terrible and Chuck wasn’t sure if sober or drunk he could handle hearing that story.
"They're not even your eyes, they're some dead chick's."
If it was possible Chuck’s eyes double in size as he heard her last comment one he was pretty sure he hadn’t been supposed to hear.
“Are you a zombie?!”
The question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself and his lips immediately slammed shut regretting his poor choice of words in regards to what had to have been a terrible experience for her.
“Sorry…” Chuck muttered his eyes shifting away from her more then embarrassed. He scrambled slightly across the floor of the motel room and retrieved the bottle of tequila filling her cup again and his own before re corking it.
Chuck stared silently back at Bianca as she went on about death. A month or so ago he would have agreed with her a 100% but now with the fact that he couldn’t die even if he wanted to he couldn’t agree so whole heartedly with her on the subject.
“I told you I can’t die…” Chuck slurred attempting to explain to her yet again what she hadn’t caught on the first time.
“Angels think it’s a bad idea…” he muttered downing more than half of the cup of tequila which he regretted the every next second has he all but coughed up a lung.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 12, 2009 7:32:38 GMT -4
Bianca watched the look of horror which washed over Chuck's face upon seeing the right side of her head. If he thought this was bad, he should have seen it before-not that she actually had, but that really wasn't the point.
"Wha?" Bianca was pretty sure she'd just heard Chuck as if she was a zombie. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the moment, but she laughed.
"Voodoo zombie. You know, one of those ones that if we're chewing on you, you can just say "STOP" and we'll go away." Bianca winked at Chuck. If Ezra was still alive, she might have been serious.
"Zombies are reanimated corpses. And I'm not dead-yet." She picked up the cup he'd just refilled and took about half an inch of liquid off the top. As she waited for the burning to subside, she heard Chuck once again say he couldn't die before this time tossing in the word angels.
"You mean like those little Michealangelo deals my mom used to have on her checks? I hate those things." Bianca stared at the liquid in her glass as a horrible thought entered her brain.
If Chuck couldn't die, he could get the film for her. Paolo couldn't-.
The very fact that the thought was in her head made the tequilla in her stomach turn. Bianca drained the entire glass in her hand, terrified that for two seconds, she'd actually considered sending someone into the theatre.
Fortunately, Bianca found herself distracted as Chuck began coughing again. She moved closer to him and again patted his back gently.
"Good thing you can't die or you would have choked on your own throat by now."
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 12, 2009 10:56:42 GMT -4
Chuck’s head lulled drunkeningly to the side as he attempted to understand what the heck Bianca was talking about regarding zombies and voodoo and after a few moments of drunkingly staring back at her and not comprehending a single word she was saying Chuck realized he was utterly and truly drunk off his ass.
“Angels?...They don’t eat brains, but they’re a pain in the ass,” Chuck grumbled.
“Jerking me around like I’m a…a muppet…no…puppet there we go,” Chuck explained correcting himself as his fingers picked absently at the nasty motel carpet beneath his fingers.
“They don’t let me help,” Chuck continued on with a rather small frown of discontent.
“I don’t do tequila…well” Chuck explained between fits of coughs.
He took another drink from the cup in an attempt to shut up the coughs which turned into an epic fail and he sat the cup down and finished hacking up his lung before growing silent as he stared across the room. A part of him was tired of this…all of it. He hadn’t been happy before but he had been content; he wrote people read it…not many but enough to pay the bills with. Yeah they were nuts with their tattoos and wanting him to go to their “fan conventions” and stealing his lawn gnomes but he could take all of that because it had been real. This…this that he was in now was a living hell but it had become his current “real” and he would have traded it in for anything.
Chuck slumped down further against the wall till he was laying on his back his eyes staring absently up at the ceiling as conversation between the two of them had gone silent.
“Have you ever eaten the worm at the bottom of a bottle of tequila?”
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 12, 2009 11:09:49 GMT -4
Bianca could do nothing but laugh at how seriously drunk Chuck was. Not that she was any better. Her vision was starting to get wavey. She loved the feeling of light headiness that had settled over her.
"Dude, you can't be a muppet cause your eyes aren't like on the top of your head and your mouth isn't big enough to eat a small child."
Bianca shook her head as Chuck said he didn't do tequilla well.
"Clearly." She nodded, feeling more dizzy as her head moved. "So what do you do-well-I mean, drink, well-usually."
The statement hadn't made a lot of sense, but none of their babblings had in the last five minutes.
"Noooo." Bianca dropped down onto her stomach on the floor beside Chuck. Picking up the tequilla bottle, she attempted to take a swig and realized that they'd drained it as well.
"I don't like worms. They're like animated pieces of spaghetti that can repore-reproduce themselves. I don't care if they are soaked in vodka-I mean tequilla."
Bianca tossed the empty bottle off on the floor. For a moment, she buried her head into the carpet before raising it to look at Chuck.
"You know?" She asked, pointing to him with one finger. "We are really fcking drunk."
She let her head fall forward onto his chest. The floor under her seemed to be swaying, or maybe that was just her body.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 13, 2009 1:56:45 GMT -4
“Muppets ate small children?!” Chuck asked a hint of panic in his voice.
Chuck paused for a moment as Bianca asked him what sort of drink he did do well with. He usually drank whatever it was he could stumble across but as of late the Prophet had made a rather healthy relationship with the likes of Jack Daniels.
“Jack Daniels…is my friend…or enemy…I suppose it all…it all hangs in how you look at it,” Chuck muttered making a gesture towards nothing in particular. It had been a good long while since he had gotten this drunk and stayed with it…semi enough to have a conversation with someone. Though as each moment ticked by the jackhammer running against his temple was getting worse and it had almost reached the point that Chick was pretty sure his 2 choices were either pass out or heave his guts out…he had never been a fan of throwing up.
“No…no we’re not…” Chuck declared his eyes attempting to focus on the ceiling that was spinning above him.
“We passed that point a long while back,” he explained with a slight groan.
“I don’t want to pass out…so you gotta talk,” Chuck muttered the darkness creeping in around him.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 13, 2009 7:26:17 GMT -4
"You telling me you don't think they could have?" Bianca asked, her dazed brown eyes searching over Chuck's face. "What about that big hairy thing that hung out with Big Bird? Shuffletruffleguest? Creepy. Someone took some serious acid when they created those things."
Bianca flopped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. It was one of those ones that was painted to look rough. She had never understood those.
"Jack's a damn good friend of mine." She nodded her head enthusiastically. Well, it would have been just that a few hours ago, but now it was just drunkenly. "He and I party a lot."
Bianca rolled onto her stomach, burying her face into her arms for a moment.
"Whadda you wanna talk about?" She mumbled, reaching over to poke Chuck's side with one hand. "You know what I like? Dogs. You know what I don't like? Cats. You know what don't wanna know? What happened on this carpet we're laying on."
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 14, 2009 2:16:31 GMT -4
“I dunno,” Chuck muttered absently as Bianca asked what he wanted to talk about and it was the truth he had no idea he just knew he didn’t want to pass out because as soon as he did it would be the end of the world all over again…literally.
“The LolCatz are evil,” Chuck muttered offering his 2 cents up on cats…there had been this thing called ceiling cat and apparently he watched people from the ceiling…it was disturbing and Chuck was happy to classify it as evil.
“Ew,” Chuck muttered as Bianca brought up the thought of what had happened on the carpet they were both laying upon.
“I think we have alcohol poisoning…or maybe just lack of liver…ness,” Chuck muttered not able to stay on one topic long enough for it to make much sense. The room around him though seemed to be spinning at an alarming rate and Chuck gripped against the carpet tighter to attempt to stop the world from churning around him.
He fumbled for the tequila bottle and held it out shakily to Bianca.
“There is a worm on the bottom he wants you to eat him,” Chuck muttered lazily as he leaned himself against the wall his head smacked against it with a slight thud which did nothing to help his headache.
"Ow," Chuck muttered absently.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 14, 2009 7:26:20 GMT -4
"I used to get those emails." Bianca said, swinging her hand aimlessly at dust particales which were floating through the ear. "What the fck is Trash Can Cat anyway? Sounds like one of those freaking muppets, if you ask me."
"No, no alcohol poisioning-well, not yet anyway." Bianca's mouth was going dry, indicating that the alcohol was running it's course through her system. She was going to pass out soon. "We're going to be seriously hung over in a few hours though. Did I tell you I'm a bartender? Like when I'm not hunting demons and talking to ghosts and sh!t? I'm good at getting people fcked-drunk, I mean, not like the other kind."
Bianca reached for the alcohol bottle. It took a few trys as her hand swung blindly in the air for a few minutes before connecting with the glass.
"Where are you, worm?" She pushed herself into a sitting position. The action made her head spin, and for a second Bianca thought she might throw up. But she was quickly distracted as she noticed the worm clinging to the bottom of the bottle.
"Aw, come here little dude." She tipped her head back and held the bottle over her mouth. "Come on buddy." She tapped the bottom and barely noticed when the thing slid forward onto her tongue. She stuck her tongue out at Chuck with the tequilla worm still clinging to it before tossing her head back and swallowing. This time, she really did lose her balance and ended up flat on the floor.
"Dude, I just ate a bug. I mean, worm. Is a worm a bug?" Bianca pushed herself back up from the floor and basically clawed her way back onto the bed. She collapsed on the bed, wondering what the lump was she landed on. Reaching underneath her, she pulled out her Hello Kitty doll.
"And who is that Japanese feline I see frolicking on your shorts? Hello Hello Kitty!"
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 14, 2009 20:19:08 GMT -4
Chuck watchd Bianca as she tried to fish out the worm from the bottom of the tequilla bottle; he hadn't really thought she would go and eat the thing...and in a few seconds he realized he had been very very very wrong. He couldn;t help but grimace as she announced that she had eaten a bug.
"That's gross."
Chuck knew he was stsating the obvious but even in his alcohol induced stage he knew pretty damn well that eating a bug or a worm was gross.
"Maybe they are bug worms?"
Chuck watched amused from his spot on the floor as Bianca collapsed on the bed and began to talk to her stuffed animal.
"I thought you didn't like cats?...I think that ones the anti-christ..." Chuck said with complete seriousness ashe crawled his way over to the edge of the bed and eyed the stuffed cat Bianca was talking to. Not able to stay up right any longer Chuck collapsed against the sid of the bed his head resting against the mattress and his finger picking absently at the carpet beneath him.
The room seemed to have increased its motion and Chuck knew he was on teh verge of passing out. He attempted to sit up and weakly try and shake it off but instead he ended up curling himself into a tight ball on the floor next to the bed and was passed out the very next second.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 14, 2009 21:26:59 GMT -4
"Yeah, I guess....." Bianca stared again at the ceiling. "Why the hell do they paint ceilings like that?"
She turned her gaze from Chuck to the stuffed cat in her hands.
"This is a different cat. This is Hello Kitty. She does all kinds of things. She's pretty badass actually. Rocker, punk, angel, everything but a demon. She kicks ass."
Bianca nodded the words empthatically. Settling back into the pillow, she watched Chuck through a daze of alcohol. As Chuck fell against the bed, and then disappeared, Bianca laughed.
"What's wrong, dude?" She leaned over, tapping him with the stuffed cat. "Chuck?"
He was clearly out. Bianca shook her head. If she was sober, she would have been impressed how much he drank. But he was gone.
"Ok." Bianca curled herself into a fetal position, resting her head on the stuffed cat. "Mmm...." She drifted off, falling into the heavy haze of alcohol.
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