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azurelunatic) wrote2002-04-21 12:41 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-04-21 12:41 am
Pestilence (or, why you should never go to the store at midnight drunk)
Adam was in rather odd shape by the time we got to Albertson's. Fry's right on the corner didn't have anything that resembled turkey pepperoni, so we had to walk all the way to Albertson's (a mile, by the freeway, from Dunlap to Northern) in order to get the stuff.
Adam was stumbling and giggling by the time we got there, very off-balance. He's noticed that ever since I gave up on Darkside, I've been able to interlace fingers with him with no problem.
We were about ready to leave when Adam saw someone familiar. ...Now, note that since it is night, and slightly chilly for Arizona, Adam and I had both put on capes. Mine is conservative: a little longer than ankle-length, black sturdy material, with hood; a silver-colored pewter clasp (small and tasteful), arm slits, and blue lining. Adam's... Adam's cloak drags a bit on the ground, it's got arm slits and a hood, unlined, and made out of very bright blue stretchy velvet. Adam doesn't usually wear this cloak.
It's Pestilence.
Pestilence is kinda conservative. He's a bit wasted himself. The brothers start up a conversation, mostly about real vs. fake tits. Pestilence has had a chance to feel both kinds, and reports that the fake ones are like groping a basketball, or somebody who's got basketballs as tumors in their tits. Pestilence claims a 90% accuracy on being able to tell real tits from fakes on sight. He twits Adam about the cloak, makes fun of Adam's long (1 1/2") hair, wants to know what kind of wood my staff is made of (oak), can it do anything (wouldn't you like to know), and can he hold it (no). He gives Adam $10 to get himself a haircut.
Pestilence turns out to be with a bunch of other guys from school, two of whom are drunk, one of whom is driving now, but will be drunk as soon as he gets home. Adam exchanges greetings with the drunker of the two drunk guys as I give Pestilence the update on why, exactly, Adam is drunk (date from hell, parts I & II).
Pestilence makes a date with Adam for Monday to get Adam his drivers' license. Good plan. We go our separate directions.
Adam was stumbling and giggling by the time we got there, very off-balance. He's noticed that ever since I gave up on Darkside, I've been able to interlace fingers with him with no problem.
We were about ready to leave when Adam saw someone familiar. ...Now, note that since it is night, and slightly chilly for Arizona, Adam and I had both put on capes. Mine is conservative: a little longer than ankle-length, black sturdy material, with hood; a silver-colored pewter clasp (small and tasteful), arm slits, and blue lining. Adam's... Adam's cloak drags a bit on the ground, it's got arm slits and a hood, unlined, and made out of very bright blue stretchy velvet. Adam doesn't usually wear this cloak.
It's Pestilence.
Pestilence is kinda conservative. He's a bit wasted himself. The brothers start up a conversation, mostly about real vs. fake tits. Pestilence has had a chance to feel both kinds, and reports that the fake ones are like groping a basketball, or somebody who's got basketballs as tumors in their tits. Pestilence claims a 90% accuracy on being able to tell real tits from fakes on sight. He twits Adam about the cloak, makes fun of Adam's long (1 1/2") hair, wants to know what kind of wood my staff is made of (oak), can it do anything (wouldn't you like to know), and can he hold it (no). He gives Adam $10 to get himself a haircut.
Pestilence turns out to be with a bunch of other guys from school, two of whom are drunk, one of whom is driving now, but will be drunk as soon as he gets home. Adam exchanges greetings with the drunker of the two drunk guys as I give Pestilence the update on why, exactly, Adam is drunk (date from hell, parts I & II).
Pestilence makes a date with Adam for Monday to get Adam his drivers' license. Good plan. We go our separate directions.
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