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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 17, 2009 22:39:07 GMT -4
Bianca had been drunk basically since having left Chuck's house. She'd dumped her car at a gas station, only to discover that a full tank of gas didn't solve the car's problem. The gas attendant had come out and quickly id-ed the situation as her transmission.
Wonderful.
Bianca made a call to the bar she worked back in New York and told them she wouldn't be back for a couple of days. A car dead in Ohio didn't make for a quick trip back home. Bianca made up for it by purchasing a six pack of Miller. She'd finished it in the first night. After waking up hung over the next morning, she decided to try something she didn't normally do and wash it down with a second six pack.
Her conversation from Chuck's house kept running through her head. She really didn't like the idea of prophets, and potentially angels. If angels weren't real, that made her experience with Paolo at least somewhat reasonable. She could live with being tortured and nearly murdered if there weren't angels or a god out there to stop it. But if there were, and these things did exist, then that was just unacceptable.
All of these thoughts had been going through her head as she finished up a six pack a day. She'd begun adding a few quick shots of Jack Daniels to the routine-just to spice things up a bit. She couldn't get the entire mess out of her head-prophets, angels, murders, Chuck, Zachariah, Paolo, Ezra. WTF mates?
But now the car was repaired and Bianca needed to head back to New York so she at least had money to keep up her drinking and demon supplies habits. Unfortunately, driving that far with the hangover from hell was not going to be easy. She had settled herself into a back booth with as much coffee as the waitress could bring. She needed to sober up-and fast.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Oct 29, 2009 17:00:35 GMT -4
Chuck hadn't seen much of anyone save for the visions which came and went from his mind since Sam had broken Lucifer out of hell and the world had well basically...gone to hell...or well it was going there anyways even though the angels and who knew what else were claiming that things were going the way they needed to be and this and that and that and this...it was just one giant cluster. Since now some of the angels were on the "do not call list" and some were rogue and couldn't go near him without exploding like a water balloon ala Castiel Chuck had pretty much been left to his own devices...even though every so foten he took the chance to curse out the arch angel who was shadowing voer him...somewhere. he wouldn't know exactly all he had ever seen of the thing was white light and people exploding...which was gross...it had taken him days to wash all the pieces of Cas out of his hair.
But after drinking for pretty much 2 days straight to clear the last vision out of his head Chuck needed to get some coffee in his sytem before his blood turned intoa cocktail. He pulled himself into the dinner and without a word or a look he sat down in teh nearest chair and ordered a coffee...black with no sugar and allowed his head to rest in his hands.
Life was easier when he had been writing a crappy supernatural book series.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Oct 29, 2009 21:56:28 GMT -4
Bianca raised her head from her hands as the waitress put down another cup of coffee.
"Thanks. Keep em coming." Bianca gave her a faint smile as she continued to idly shred the napkin in front of her.
In all truthfulness, suicide sounded like a great idea right about now. And maybe that's what she was going for. How much liquor could one person ingest before it got bad? She had to be wearing something down. And with the crap her organs had taken from Paolo's game, they were probably weak. It wouldn't really take much-.
Bianca looked across the room as a figure caught her attention. A very familiar figure.
Chuck.
Well, her drinking buddy was here. She wondered if he was in the shape she was. Bianca considered the situation, and then decided to try something. Signaling the waitress over, she pointed to Chuck.
"Take him a muffin. And ask him if he likes tequilla with it." She gave a faint smirk, wondering if this plan would fail a second time.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Nov 7, 2009 2:34:08 GMT -4
Chuck had just about fallen asleep somehow the weight of pretty much the end of the world pounding in his head. He had started a new method which had required him simply to drink himself in oblivion and not write a damn thing when he woke up. That had worked fro about a week until he realized that by doing so he was only making the visions worse...apprently messages from God got pissed off when you ignored them.
"The lady down by the end wanted to know if you liked tequilla with your muffin darlin?"
Chuck's eyes snapped opened and he nearly face planted into the counter as the twang of the waitress filled the air around him. Chuck stared dumbfounded at teh waitress for what felt like forever before the older woman motioned across the dinner before shuffeling away.
Chuck blinked several times as he stared across the space of the dinner right at Bianca. He hadn't seen her since she had made her quick get away from his place and life had stayed rather much the saem for him since then...if only a little bit worse but he was surprised to see she was still around. If he had the choice he would leave...but then again he didn't have much choices any longer.
Pushing himself away from the counter and grabbing his coffee Chuck made his way across the small distance of the dinner till he stood next to Bianca.
"I think if we can both end up not passing out on the ground this time we can classify it as a semi win," Chuck stated with the best attempt of a smile as he was going to get.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Nov 8, 2009 17:36:51 GMT -4
Bianca ran a hand through her hair, tossing it back out of her face. She couldn't imagine how bad it looked since while drinking good hygiene fell by the wayside. But in truthfulness, in the last few years she'd just settled in being pleased with the fact that her hair was attached to her head. That was good enough and she would take what she could get since she knew how bad things could get if it was mysteriously-or intentionally-ripped off.
She had to wonder if Chuck would actually acknowledge her. She had left him rather abruptly, but what else did you do when people broadcasting themselves as angels declared the other person in the room a prophet. Even in her line of work, that was messed up.
"I think if we can both end up not passing out on the ground this time we can classify it as a semi win,"
"Yeah, I haven't been batting a thousand at that one over the last couple of days, so no promises." Bianca glanced up and gave him a week smile. She motioned to the opposite side of the booth, indicating for him to sit down.
"So what's new?"
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