[M] Let's get this party started

Redtooth

POSTED: Thu May 18, 2017 6:41 pm

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Icarus flies again

"Mira, are we out of booze, again?" A sandy coyote man half-asked, half-shouted to the dog woman who was on the other side of the wall. A moment later, Mira emerged from her room and stood at the doorway. "I believe so, Sir." Travis sighed in frustration, and not just from the lack of alcohol. He ran a hand halfheartedly through his curly mess of hair, as he thought about what they were going to do now that their stores were depleted. If Travis didn't have his drink every once in a while, he was sure he'd go crazy. An no one wanted to be around Travis when he was crazy.

The good thing now, though, was that Travis didn't have to trade or swindle a bottle or two off of someone. Of course, that was still his backup plan, but now he had the option to just get some from the pack storeage room.

And so that's where he went. Following the faint trail of the smell he admittedly loved so much, Travis found his way to a room near the front of the mansion, briefly wondering why he'd never thought to do this before. As he stepped inside, the sweet and warm smell of alcohol greeted him like an old friend, as he found a small bottle of wine that smelled about ready and took a quick swig, letting the warm liquid burn its trail down his throat.

I'm on a writing high right now. Also went ahead and put the warning up there just in case. (247)

Last edited by Travis Barron on Wed May 24, 2017 5:10 pm, edited 3 times in total.

POSTED: Fri May 19, 2017 9:47 pm

Redtooth supposed that he should feel bad about profiteering on the death of Harosheth, being that she was such a wise and valued member of the community, but he was too busy making the storage room his bitch to care too much. Of course, Redtooth hadn't taken to clearing out the whole shebang (which had initially been his idea -- and a poorly thought out one, at that), but he now only took the things that really caught his eye. He also took things that made his room more homey, like several furs to sleep on as opposed to sleeping in the hard wood floor. And he even took a desk and chair, which he justified by telling himself that he'd use it for drafting repair plans and the like.

Over all, this whole unguarded storage thing was a pretty sweet deal. Redtooth planned to keep it that way, so he tried his best to keep things from falling into disarray -- but he was no Harosheth. He did not keep inventory apart from what he could keep track of in his head. Also, Redtooth's organizational skills were pretty lackluster. There were items strewn about the room in places that they did not belong. Mostly, that was because Redtooth forgot where they went in the first place.

Oh well. Whoops.

He was rummaging through a box in the back, searching for an ink well (of all things), when he heard the door open. He stopped and watched silently as a stranger made a beeline straight for the wine. Since living in Inferni for the past five months or so, Redtooth figured he knew most everybody at this point -- but he had never seen this guy before in his life. Must be new, he thought. And then he realized, it's fun to fuck with new folks. Call it a little bit of friendly hazing.

Redtooth rose from his crouch. "Hey buddy," he spoke up, folding his arms as the stranger lifted the bottle of wine to his lips. "You know, you gotta pay a toll for that sorta thing." Redtooth shrugged. The wine was a finite resource; one Redtooth intended on exhausting himself. "Unless you're thinkin' bout sharin'."
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POSTED: Wed May 24, 2017 5:07 pm

Icarus flies again

In his mad dash to the supply room and enchanted by the promise of alcohol, Travis had completely missed the scent of another coyote making his home in the room already. He didn't even know there was anyone else there until the stranger spoke. Travis let the bottle fall from his muzzle as he turned towards the stranger, letting a satisfied sigh escape.

Ah, I'm never really one to turn down a drinking partner, he got another bottle of the drink and handed it towards the stranger with an inquisitive eyebrow raise. Although I usually like to at least get my partner's name before something, ah...regrettable might happen. Travis admitted, looking for the right word to describe one of his drinking nights. Of course, nothing had really affected him in the long run save for a desperate craving for the liquid, as far as he knew. He honestly had no idea how the alcohol would affect him this time, but he didn't really care that much. It was kind of amusing to the coyote, really, to wake up with an intense hangover with images in his mind he could barely remember and people he didn't know saying what had happened. All in good fun, naturally.

Travis moved a couple of pots and pans from a box at waist level and sat down on it, testing its strength. When it didn't give, he leaned back and took another drink of the wine that warmed his core and sent his throat into flames at the same time. Travis practically lived in that feeling, though, so it bothered the coyote man little.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 22, 2017 7:01 pm

And the worms will come for you.
Big boots.

Redtooth took the bottle that the stranger offered and he placed it upright on the table beside him, not yet cracking the cork. With an arm outstretched, he then offered to shake the stranger's hand (as was customary when meetin' new folk). "Name's Red" he introduced. "But I also respond to hey you, that guy, or the ubiquitous -- 'asshole'" He rolled his eyes and huffed to himself, thinking that he was the funniest shit in all of Inferni.

He was, but who's keeping score? Not Ryan

When Travis set out to make himself a makeshift stool out of assorted kitchenware, Redtooth also thought to make a place for himself to sit. He was, however, a bit less tidy about it. Instead, he pushed all the tools off of the nearest tables -- clearing a place for himself. Hammers, saws, and other woodworking items sloppily fell to the floor in a sharp metallic crash. Redtooth was unphased. Without Harosheth around anymore, the storage room might as well be cut right out of Lord of the Flies: that novel where the fat kid gets crushed by a boulder and they worship a God damn seashell.

"S'you're new 'round here?" observed Redtooth, not missing a beat as he turned to sit on the table. As he waited for the stranger to answer, Redtooth returned his attention the bottle of wine that sat beside him on the table. He fiddled clumsily (and to no avail) with the cork.

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Travis chuckled a bit at his introduction. "Well, asshole, the name's Travis," he stated. Taking another drink of the wine, his mind not feeling fuzzy in the slightest, the coyote man completely disregarded the clatter of stuff being moved off of tables. He briefly wondered if anyone else would be joining the two. If so, maybe he could get a drinking game started. Either that, or just get wasted with more than one person to witness. Then again, they could always move this out of the storage room...

Travis's attention was called back to Red as he questioned him. The sandy coyote nodded. "Yep, pretty new. Y'know, there should really be a bar or something around here so we don't have to hole up in here for a drink," he mused, taking another sip. Swirling the bottle around lazily, Travis watched the dark liquid splash around a bit before moving off his seat and back towards Red. "You got anything stronger back there?" he lifted the bottle up a bit. "I'm looking for more of a 'wasted, forgotten night' than a 'formal banquet' type of drink, y'know?" He wasn't drinking to forget anything, really, but he did it to mainly kick back and have some fun with alcohol involved. Surely nothing could go wrong there.

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