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Post by Odin on Jun 8, 2008 14:00:44 GMT -5
::Odin's finger continued to trace the rim of his glass, an idle motion as he had nothing else to do with his hands. He'd been in such a rush to come here, to drink and forget his sorrows that planning for afterward when the Hellfire closed hadn't entered the equation.:: "Sleep off the hangover, I suppose."
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Post by Husk on Jun 8, 2008 14:04:13 GMT -5
"Oh." Paige said with disappointment, she was hoping they could out somewhere, but obviously he was a bit too drunk at the moment.
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Post by Odin on Jun 8, 2008 17:40:14 GMT -5
::Odin's finger dipped down to trace the outside of the glass, felt its smoothness, the chill from the remaining ice cubes. The alcohol deadened the emotional pain he felt, so he was care-free, almost giddy. It also affected his observational skills, such that her disappointment, once easily-noticeable, slipped by without so much of a nod from him. A rueful grin touched his lips.:: "I don't normally drink this much."
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Post by Husk on Jun 8, 2008 19:40:39 GMT -5
"I can tell." Paige said, he seemed to be much more drunk than when she first came in here. "Maybe you should stop..." She said quietly, moving her hand to take away his glass.
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Post by Odin on Jun 8, 2008 19:50:22 GMT -5
::Odin relinquished the glass, not up for another drink. A headache had alreay formed, which he preferred to avoid which was yet another reason he rarely drank so much. That and he would be appalled were he able to see himself with a sober mindset.:: "I'll stop."
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Post by Husk on Jun 8, 2008 20:09:37 GMT -5
"Okay, good." Paige said with a smile before she noticed something was off about him, "You okay?"
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Post by Odin on Jun 8, 2008 20:13:20 GMT -5
"Just a headache," ::Odin replied, with a small smile to wave off her concern. He had Ibuprofin in his pocket, that he could take later.::
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Post by Husk on Jun 8, 2008 20:42:35 GMT -5
"Okay." Paige said wearily, it was obvious to her that he was going to have a horrible headache in the morning.
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Post by Odin on Jun 8, 2008 20:46:28 GMT -5
::Odin paused, listening to what was off in her voice. His hand delved into his pocket to search for the medication he kept.:: "You don't spend time with drunk people often, do you Paige?"
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Post by Husk on Jun 8, 2008 20:59:36 GMT -5
"No...Not really." Paige said truthfully, "I mean, I like to get a bit tipsy, but that's about it. I hate to feel vulnerable."
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Post by Odin on Jun 8, 2008 22:44:32 GMT -5
"Most people do," ::Odin said with a decisive nod. He certainly did, but tonight the risk of vulnerability paled in comparison to the burning need to forget.::
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Post by Husk on Jun 10, 2008 21:56:46 GMT -5
Not sure what to say next, Paige just nodded before looking down at her hands.
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Post by Odin on Jun 12, 2008 13:18:16 GMT -5
::The alcohol in his system had reached its zenith, and it was downhill from here. Odin waved to get the bartender's attention, to order either a glass of water or some bar food. When his vision blurred with his glasses on, he had to yield.
While waiting for the bartender to come over, he reached into his pocket for his business card case.:: "I'll admit I'm not at my peak, so if this is unwanted, I'll understand. But would you like my number?"
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Post by Husk on Jun 12, 2008 13:34:31 GMT -5
Paige frowned slightly, she could only guess he was going to be going through hell tomorrow. Watching as he took something out of his pocket she raised an eyebrow at his question. To be honest, she was a bit surprised. However, when he had been sober she had found him nice to talk to. "Uh, yeah sure." Paige said, her cheeks going slightly red. It had been about a year since her last boyfriend, not that she really thought that this is what would happen to them.
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Post by Odin on Jun 12, 2008 13:43:26 GMT -5
::Odin found his business card case and pulled out a card, which he held out to her between two fingers. He had finally printed off a new round of business cards to better reflect his current vocation.
Odin P.O. Box 411 New York, New York, 10049 312-368-4527 X-Factor Publishing
She blushed, which he took as minor embarrassment at the exchange; he couldn't fault her that. She was halfway tipsy, and he'd surpassed that two drinks ago. She also frowned, which he had to assume was for him, perhaps for the hangover. He had a fair idea of what she thought, though he couldn't hear thoughts.:: "Hell like you wouldn't imagine. Hangovers are nature's way of telling us we've done wrong."
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