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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 4:26:51 GMT -4
Cynthia Hart walks through the doors of the Tower View still lamenting over her loss of the Heartbreakers debut match, she makes her way over to the bar ordering a soda as she replays the match in her head again
Why did I do that, that was stupid...
She continued to "review" the match when she noticed a man at the other end of the bar drinkin his head off, she makes her way over to him
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 4:34:38 GMT -4
Cinder had been sitting at the bar stool for the last five hours, drinking drink after drink. By this point, he was past the drunk stage. He was completely out of it. Without much comprehension of what was going on around him, he pulled out his wallet, threw down another $100 dollars.
Keepish im coming bar keepish...[/b]
Cinder's words didn't make much sense, but it was enough for the bartender keep pouring the drinks. And his drink of choice, was Rum. The bartender laid out 5 shots of rum, and one after another, Cinder downed them all. He then turned and looked at Cynthia and in his state, asked a question...
Andish whoish mightish youish beish??[/b]
His head wavered back and forth as he looked at Cynthia.
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 4:47:59 GMT -4
As she looked at him slurring his words, she began to recognize him
Cinder.....Cinder is that you
She looked at him, he looked a mess but then again he always did...
What are you doing to yourself
She says as she begins to dust him off as he continues to drink ignoring her...
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 8:54:20 GMT -4
The words had incoherently, made their way into his ears. He turned himself to face Cynthia.
Youish...hic....wannaish knowish....hic....shomeshing? Itish shucksh...hic...beingish a loserish....hic...no tagish teamish titlesish..hic...no winsish inish singlesish...hic...andish Iish didntish winish...hic...theish bloodish bathish matchish...hic...sho tellish meish...hic... whatish elseish doish Iish haveish leftish.....hic![/b]
Cinder was surprised he could get those words out, but he did. And now he sat there, wavering back and forth, waiting for an answers from Cynthia.
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 9:20:13 GMT -4
Now this was no laughing matter but at the same time, but if you could accuse Cynthia Hart of being mean or cruel it was around drunks for some reason their attempts to speak normal and get upset or anything that they could do normally just made her laugh...a lot. Now was no different as she began to giggle as her friend's plight
Well Cinder you still have you health and you career
Cynthia tried her best but the look in his eye, or his attempt to look in her the eye was almost too much so Cynthia looks away and shoots the Bartender a look....
Why you kept serving him you see he's drunk
Long as he paying Ms. Hart how was I supposed to?
Like this
Cynthia taking the shot glass out of his hand just as he was about to take another shot
No I think you've had enough
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 10:02:50 GMT -4
Cinder looks at shot glass, then looks at Cynthia. Looks at the shot glass again, then looks at Cynthia...
Okish prettyish ladyish....hic...Ifish youish shayish...hic...Iish hadish enoughish...hic...thanish Iish hadish enoughish...hic[/b]
Cinder looks around the room with a glazed over happy face.
Shoish...who...hic...Iish youish...hic....[/b]
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 10:19:33 GMT -4
She figured he wouldn't recognize her since she did change her hair...
A girl from your past Mr.Xavier now come on let's get you home
Cynth starts to pick him by putting herself underneath one of his enormous arms, she tries at least he was a big boy looking at the bartender in a plea of nonverbal help
hold on little lady
The Bartender comes from around the bar counter and proceeds to him Cynth to the elevator....
Thanks
No problem Cynthia
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 10:26:55 GMT -4
Homeish....hic...Iish thinkish myish....hic...homeish isish brokenish...hic...[/b]
The elevator door opens. Cynthia, with the help of the bartender, they hoist Cinder into the elevator. Cinder turns his head and looks at Cynthia...
Thankish youish...hic...prettyish ladyish....[/b]
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 10:32:42 GMT -4
Cynthia simply smiled as she looked at him...
What floor is your room Cinder
Cinder put a number up with his hand she pressed the corresponding number
Now can you walk to your room if I help you
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 10:40:36 GMT -4
Ummmish...hic...Iish thinkish shoish...hic...[/b]
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 10:50:32 GMT -4
Good here's your floor
Cynth says as the elevator doors open on his floor as she puts herself under his arm again
Come on big boy here we go
Cynth says as Cinder proceeds to stands and slowly walk....
Where your room?
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 12:10:20 GMT -4
Cinder strains his eyes to see. He points down the hall...
Endish ofish theish hallish....hic...threeish zeroish eightish....hic...[/b]
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 12:15:34 GMT -4
Seeing the door he mentioned she dug in his pocket and pulled out his key, unlocking the door...
Here we are
Taking him into the room she finally got him to the bed plopping him down...
Ok good night Mr. Xavier
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 12:33:19 GMT -4
Youish isntish stayingish...hic...Iish doubtish I'llish rememberish thisish inish....hic...theish morningish...hic...[/b]
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 13:20:37 GMT -4
Say wha?!?!?
Cynthia walked back towards Cinder on the bed trying to figure out what he said
I'm sorry say that again Cinder, I didn't catch it
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 13:39:55 GMT -4
Cinder attempted to sound coherent.
Stayish...please...hic...[/b]
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 13:46:13 GMT -4
I don't know
Cynth had doubts most drunks had a couple of things on their mind fighting, drinking and sex. Cinder already was drinking, the question was whether he wanted fighting or sex next
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 13:55:31 GMT -4
Ish....hic....wantish toish getish outish ofish thisish drunkish...hic...stateish...[/b]
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Post by hart on May 27, 2007 14:03:43 GMT -4
Well that unexpected
Cynthia meant that but then again it could be a way to lure her in a false sense of security
Ok I'll help you out, lemme get some stuff to help you out
Cynth leaves the room with his key still in his hand comes back with a paper bag
Alright let's get started
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Post by cin on May 27, 2007 14:06:50 GMT -4
Alrightish....whereish shallish weish beginish...[/b]
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