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Post by Tobias Wayne on Jan 29, 2017 16:30:28 GMT -5
A Drunken Man is a Irishman | OPEN
Tobias stood in the middle of his room, he was breathing heavy with a bottle of whiskey dancing in his hand (not his Irish whiskey, he's saving that for a big day). No, he was drunk as a skunk having destroyed most of his room. After the reunion Tobias parked his bike and with his Irish whiskey tucked under his arm he popped the top on a bottle he found in his room.
It was rare for Toby to get black out drunk anymore or at least where he couldn't stop. Her didn't like these fucking people one bit! As he began to drink earlier the more he thought about that little bitch pulling a gun on him to Charles family fucking reunion with people who NEVER cared about him, it made him sick. Puking sick he said as he drank and drank deeper from the bottle, this apartment was shite!
The rage he had the day he put that bullet through Dannies cheek reared his ugly head.
"I must away now, I can no longer tarry," he began to sing with a very loud thick Irish accent, "This morning's tempest, I have to cross," he smashed tables with massive stomps and he put a fist through the old dusty tv, "I must be guided, without a stumble into the arms I love the most!"
Toby began sweat jerking his jacket And shirt off between big deep drinks of his whiskey bottle, "And when he came to his true love's dwelling, He knelt down gently, upon a stone," then he pulled out his gun jamming it into his mouth. His teeth clinked against the metal of the gun, Tobys eyes were glazed and stoned from the booze but if a person could see inside his head they would understand. These people weren't safe with him around! He would Fuck up again with the same result. Someone would die. He would do it. He pulls the gun out breaking down with tears.
He pulls at his hair stepping backwards he tripped over the ottoman crashing through a glass table in his "new living room".
The shock of it made him laugh and the booze numbed the glass that dug into his bare back. He poured the whiskey on his face most of it wasted the rest went down his throat, "And through her window, he whispered lowly Is my true lover within at home!"
The day had been rather long and interesting all things considered. She got her memory back and shot her half brother in the shoulder. Also almost put a bullet in the man responsible for her mother's death but that was hindered. Addison knew that revenge would not bring her mother back but she wanted someone to pay. As the group separated into their new assigned homes Addison decided to wander the halls. She had been on the road so long that staying in one place just felt really weird. Though for once she didn't keep her shoes on and Walking barefoot was so nice. She had left all weapons but a pistol in her room.
Her trusty Glock was tucked in the back of her pants as she moved out her apartment door. As she walked most of the places where quiet until she heard a crash. Then more crashing and she rushed towards the direction of the noise. Jiggling the door it was locked and a small panic crossed her. She wasn't sure what apartment was who's and what if there was a walker inside. Stepping back she raised her leg and quickly sent her foot crashing into it near the doorknob busting it loose.
What she found inside wasn't a walker trying to eat anyone. Instead, there was an extremely drunken Irishman on the floor in a pile of glass. "Man you bikers are real class acts. This is why we cant have anything nice." She spoke sarcastically as she moved closer to him and kicked the gun he dropped in his stumble away. She had a silencer and she could take her revenge right now. Just end it and deal with the blowback later but looking at him in his drunken stupor she just couldn't do it.
Instead, she reached down and grabbed his arm helping him to his feet. "Come on Leprechaun. Let's find the pot of gold shall we." Addy laughed amused by herself and helped him towards the bedroom. 'Man this fucker is heavy.' were her thoughts as she got him into the room and to the bed. "You need to sleep it off buddy."
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