03-10-2008, 06:34 PM
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He could remember the clatter of glass against wood, the clatter of glass against glass. There had been laughing at some point, uproarious moments of pure hilarity. Then came the quiet, the heavy breathing, warm breath, and a feeling that left him warm and content. What it was, Jasper didn't know. He could only remember bits and pieces, mostly the burn of liquor as it slid down his throat. Even now that morning had come, or evening most likely, Jasper still had that fuzzy feeling in his head. Something like someone stuffing cotton all around the inside of his head. He couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how much he moved or ran. Honestly though, it was mostly welcome, aside from the fact that he didn't want to go back home that way. It wasn't until the blonde male came to see the river that he'd decided to stop, stumbling across the ground toward it. When he arrived he stopped and shifted his weight, landing on his knees against the ground with a soft thud. Even his limps still had that odd feeling. Not bothering with anything else, he leaned forward and hung his head over the bank, chest pressed against the ground to hold him there. The boy reached frantically for the water, scooping up the chilled water that had yet to be turned to ice. Each time that he managed to scoop some up he brought it immediately to his face, splashing it across his fur in an attempt to get rid of the still drunken feeling. Unfortunately for Jasper, it didn't seem to be at all helping. |