'' It's Just a Game [Pinky]

[gabelangley]

Gabriel felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to read the message while she looked for her N64. All it read was “Let’s hang out.” He assumed it meant right that minute, since they didn’t specify when. Of course they asked now that he was already busy. When he was bored was when they needed to ask, but that rarely happened.

"I think I found a quarter!"

He looked up from his phone to see her picking some lint off of it. Before he could steal it from her, she tossed it towards the door. Of course it landed right in her shoe – she was probably aiming for it too. So far it seemed as if she had really good aim. Or perhaps a lot of practice at throwing stuff over there. As she got up and headed towards her bedroom, he turned back to his phone and replied “I can’t. Staying at someone’s house tonight.” Before he could get another reply, he heard her yelling from her room.

"Gabey! You should come in here and cuddle with me!"

Well, she still sounded as happy as she had when he had talked to her earlier. Maybe that was fueled a bit by the drinks. ”Hang on,” he yelled back as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and climbed off of the couch. The food was beginning to smell really good, but it wasn’t finished quite yet. Luckily the distractions had kept him from focusing on his stomach. The other drink that he had made was still on the counter; it was the one that he had made for her, but she had gotten distracted by her N64 and didn’t drink any of it. So he picked it up and carried it back to her bedroom, where he found her laying on her bed. She looked really comfortable, he had to admit.

”I thought you were looking for the N64?” he teased as he stopped in front of the doorway. He downed some of the drink in his hand and then walked over to the bed and climbed in on one side. He had to hold the drink steady so he didn’t accidentally spill any of it. But it occurred to him that he wouldn’t be able to cuddle with the drinks in his hand. At least not with the way he was laying, so he leaned over her to place the glass on the bedside table.

”I can’t believe what time it is,” he said as his eyes landed on the alarm clock. It didn’t feel as if that much time had gone by. Good thing he was staying the night, although it wasn’t as if he had a time that he had to be back in his own apartment. Gabe moved closer as he got settled on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. She felt warm in his arms and with her body next to his, he was much more aware how much smaller her body was than his.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 508
NOTES – None.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] The scent of lavender wafted from her downy comforter and swirled around the bedroom, entering her nostrils lazily and making her sleepy. No sooner had Gabriel replied with "hang on" when she felt herself give in to the pull of sleep, and she had to fight to stay alert. Turning in now meant leaving food cooking in a hot oven, which was probably not the best idea. Yet even as she fought, a thin level of consciousness overtook her and she slipped into a veil of a dream. Pinky was soaring through clouds, condensation forming on her bare arms and face and making her hair damp. Every now and then, she could see spots of earth when she flew between cloud formations. When she looked left, she realized that a long feathered wing extended out into the air, and a glance to the right revealed the same. Finally, she gazed downward and saw the head of a great bird as she sat on its broad back and hurtled through the open air. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. "I thought you were looking for the N64?" someone asked in reality, and it startled her out of her half-nap. Confused for a moment, she sat with a pensive look on her face and a raised eyebrow as she thought things through. A second later, her mouth broke into a smile again as she recognized her friend and beckoned him closer. She noticed that he had their drinks in hand, and she was grateful for that. It seemed that he might need to be her new brain. "Well, I got distracted, as you can see," she replied in that same teasing tone while he crawled onto the bed. As he leaned over, she pawed at his chest and made what she imagined to be fairly decent tiger growls. She had picked that up from Piscine, at least. "Boobs in face!"

[/color] she squealed, grabbing at his pec muscles and giggling.

"I can't believe what time it is," he said wonderingly, and she could only agree. It was strange how time got away so quickly--though it could be attributed in part to her "live fast" attitude. As he settled down and put his arms about her, she wiggled more closely into the curve of his body and placed her hands on his wrists.

"I like to snuggle. Like that teddy bear in those fabric softener commercials. Or maybe it's toilet paper....I don't remember,"[/color] she mused through a long yawn before wiggling again. It was a fishy habit, the wiggling, and she couldn't quite pinpoint the reasons for doing it half the time.

It felt nice to lay with a boy again, after so long. The platonic sense of friendship made it all the better, as her nights were normally wild and more often than not involved spending a short amount of time lying beside someone, though it was never for any reason aside from boredom or too much alcohol.



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Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

"Well, I got distracted, as you can see."

She was right about that. When he had first entered, he was almost positive she was falling asleep. Which would have been fine if she hadn't had food in the oven still cooking. Not that he didn't know how to keep an eye on it until it was finished and then take it out. He wasn't that stupid when it came to cooking. And he could cook some things, just not most.

"Boobs in face!"

He felt her hands on his chest and couldn't help but smirk. "I'd say sorry, but...that would be lying." Well, he didn't really have much of a choice, did he? He couldn't hold the drinks and cuddle her at the same time. He just wasn't that talented. She also looked like she wanted to really snuggle, not put up with a half-attempt at one. He watched as she easily moved closer to him and he tightened his arms around her so that he was practically hugging up against her. It was nice and it had definitely been awhile since he had cuddled anybody. Her body was warm against his and he could see how easy it would be to fall asleep.

"I like to snuggle. Like that teddy bear in those fabric softener commercials. Or maybe it's toilet paper....I don't remember."

Gabe thought for a moment as he recalled the commercials she was referring to. He didn't particularly like them, but he still had to see them sometimes. She yawned and moved again, and this time he couldn't prevent the thoughts from coming to mind. He knew it was bad, but what could he really do about them? To distract himself, he decided to say something. "Um... I think the fabric softener has the little puppy, and the toilet paper commercial has the bears."

What was up with them anyways? "I think the puppy and the bear steals the spotlight, though. When I see the commercials, that's all I focus on. I forget what they're even trying to show." It grew quiet for a moment and all he could hear was their breathing. He could feel the rhythm of her breathing against him. He leaned his head forward slightly so that his cheek was almost touching her shoulder. "Don't even think about sleeping yet," he said quietly into her ear. "You don't want to ruin your food in the oven, do you?" His phone vibrated in his pocket - seems they finally decided to answer. Carefully he pulled one hand out from under hers and took his phone from his pocket. It read "Tomorrow?"

He used her arm to prop up his phone so it was easier to text with one hand. He replied with "Text me tomorrow. You're ruining my cuddle time." Once it sent, he placed it back in his pocket and slipped his hand back under hers and closed his eyes. It really was comfortable; even though he had warned her against falling asleep, he at least wanted to close his eyes. He was pretty sure he wouldn't fall asleep. Especially since he could smell the food coming through her open bedroom door.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 541
NOTES - It's awesome that we've already hit page 3.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She listened to his banter--a strange topic, but his voice was so soothing that it threatened to put her to sleep much more quickly than she cared to admit. Where had all of her energy gone? It seemed like only a few minutes ago that she had been scrambling around the woods like a lamb in the spring. Now she could hardly hold her eyes open, and she squinted each one of them multiple times to try and stave off the sandman's dust. Left eye, right eye, wink wink wink. The pattern repeated. His words were sliding into her ear like butter, melting away around her mind and leaving a sense of calm that Pinky's brain rarely felt. Sometimes, she was so high-energy and helter-skelter that she forgot what it was like to truly relax. Now she remembered that it was quite a nice experience. "Don't even think about sleeping yet. You don't want to ruin your food in the oven, do you?" The voice was right in her ear, then, and her eyelids lifted themselves groggily. It seemed that she had forgotten her wink pattern in the past few seconds, and a nap had caught her. "Yeahhh....It's probably time to take it out of there. It smells," with a deep whiff, she mustered up her energy reserves and sat up, taking care not to fling his arms off of her, "freaking awesome!"

[/color] With that, she seemed to gain superhero strength and speed, and half-bounced, half-soared off of the end of her mattress, running through the bedroom door and swinging around the doorframe.

A moment later and she was in the kitchen, heavy oven mitts on her hands as she pulled the roasting pan away from the heat and dropped it haphazardly onto the burner grates on the stovetop. With a gentle kick, she closed the oven door and flicked the power off, then fanned the food off with those same mitts. The smells coming off were spicy, savory, and sweet all at once--sage, cayenne pepper, saffron, and onion were among the many scents that could be picked out.

Dragging a conveniently hidden stool over to herself, she stood atop it in order to fish around the upper cabinets for suitable plates. Forgetting herself for a moment as she climbed down, she reached a hand out and brushed it for one small second against the superheated glass pan, and squeaked in dismay as she pulled it back to herself. Peering at the red patch quickly forming on her palm, she put it to her mouth and began to lick at it with a rather sour look on her face.

The plates she laid out next to each other at the counter where she and Gabriel had shared their drinks, and then she leaned against the sink while her hand cooled off under a stream of cold tap water. "I do this all the time,"[/color] she admitted, her face once again pleasant. "You really would think I'd learn. Fire hot, fire burn."[/color]


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Notes: I know, right?! We are so awesome.
WC: 501
Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

"Yeahhh....It's probably time to take it out of there. It smells freaking awesome!"

He opened his eyes as he felt her move into a sitting position and released her body from his grip. Gabriel hadn't expected her to sit up right that second, but luckily she seemed to control herself for that. Although after that she seemed to lose it again and practically flew to the end of her bed mattress. By now he had rolled onto his back and watched as she left the room. "I suppose I should get up too," he said out loud, but mostly so that only he could hear himself speaking. With that said, he pushed himself into a sitting position and stretched, before he got up and slowly followed her into the kitchen.

He made it in there in time to see her looking for plates for the food to go on. The smell was even stronger in the kitchen and it looked really good. He wasn't sure how long she had been cooking, but from what he could tell, it seemed she had quite a bit of practice. Either at cooking, or at making that meal - he couldn't tell which it was. As she climbed off of the stool, her hand brushed against the glass, which was no doubt still scorching hot. "Are you okay?" he asked worried, as she tended to the burnt spot.

Gabe knew she wasn't exactly going to die from a burn like that, but he had definitely done the same thing a few times and he knew it didn't feel good at all. The ones that were really annoying were the ones that were burnt pretty bad and it took them a few hours to ever heal and the pain go away. She moved towards the sink and turned the cold water on, placing her hand under it to lessen the pain.

"I do this all the time.You really would think I'd learn. Fire hot, fire burn."

He smiled slightly and nodded. "But that looked more like an accident that time. I hope you don't purposely touch it any other time to see how much it will hurt." He would be a little worried about her then.It was sad to think about, but he noticed that she still somehow managed to look cute even after she had burnt herself. Remembering the drink in the bedroom, he walked back to get it and returned to the kitchen.

He leaned against the counter and looked down at the food, the steam rising from the food to indicate it was still hot. "So have you decided whether or not you're going to tell me what it is, yet? It looks good and it smells good, but it's killing me not to know. And you don't want me to die, do you?" He refilled the glass with a drink and took a sip. Gabe wasn't an apparent drunk. He had to really drink a lot for that to be noticeable, but he could still feel the effects from the drinks. So far he was doing okay, but anymore laying down and cuddling and he was sure he would fall asleep.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 541
NOTES - That's true, lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She stuck her tongue out at him with his first comment. "That would be silly. And I am not silly," she warned, giving him the most menacing look she could muster with her childish features. It failed miserably, and she laughed aloud. "The cooking teacher gave up on keeping me safe and burn-free ages ago."

[/color] For two years, she reminded herself, the instructor had simply looked the other way when she touched something hot instead of sending her off to the nurse; she didn't mind, because it saved her time.

Seeing him lean over and inspect the food, she recognized the hungry glint in his eyes and chuckled. "Well, for starters, it's called jambalaya. It's kind of spicy, and there's sausage cut up in it." She took the plate from infront of him and began ladling the meal out from the pan. A few big scoops--probably too much, but she would never short her guests when they were starving, and she placed it back infront of him to fill her own dish.

"There's onions, and celery, and carrots, scallions, lots of different spices, and a little bit of wasabi just because,"[/color] she explained coolly, retrieving a few forks and pulling the paper towel holder close. Once again, she noticed that he'd remembered the drinks; it was as if he had to follow her around to pick up her messes and remind her to breathe. She imagined that their friendship would go along quite swimmingly.

Taking her seat beside him, she forked a mouthful of the rice, vegetable, and sausage mixture and shoved it into her mouth like a lumberjack might. Seemingly before she even finished chewing, she grabbed up her drink and washed the spice down with it. A dainty eater she was not. She was rather well fed, as well; her waist was small, but her hips were curvy enough that nobody could accuse her of starving herself for any vain reasons.

"I hope you like it. If you don't, it's okay, I've got other things that you could eat. Just don't try to hurt my feelings too badly; I'm sensitive,"[/color] she said, turning to him with wide blue doe's eyes. It was true. Though she was incredibly outgoing and friendly, wild and for the most part carefree, she was also very fragile when it came to her friends. Truthfully, she put a lot of effort into her friendships and other relationships, and it was one of the most important aspects of her life.




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Notes: Sorry that this is so short...I got home late from mailman school and wanted to give you at least a little something to reply to :/
WC: 415
Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

"That would be silly. And I am not silly."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, not buying that one bit. She was probably the silliest person he had ever met - but she was still cool. Being that way seemed to be apart of her personality. It wasn't forced, and it didn't really seem to be temporary. It just was. Gabe shook his head teasingly at the look on her face; it wasn't very convincing. After she seemed to gather herself from laughing, she spoke again.

"Maybe you need safety gloves or something to wear the whole time you're cooking," he suggested. Though she already had oven mitts, so she seemed to have that covered. "Or maybe you should wear those oven mitts while you're around anything hot." While he was trying to guess at what she had made, she seemed to take pity on him and share that information.

"Well, for starters, it's called jambalaya. It's kind of spicy, and there's sausage cut up in it."

He leaned back, away from the counter so she could reach the plate in front of him better. "Well I guess that settles it. I've never had it before. I'm not sure I've even heard of it before." There was always a first time for everything, though. Such as meeting someone and having a sleepover all in the same day. It was really unexpected - for him at least. He wasn't quite sure if she did this very often, but he didn't. Although it probably wasn't a good idea to invite guys over for drinks and sleepovers. Some of them had bad intentions and taking advantage of people when they were drunk wasn't uncommon.

"There's onions, and celery, and carrots, scallions, lots of different spices, and a little bit of wasabi just because."

"The more the merrier?" he suggested, climbing up on the stool in front of the plate she had returned to him. He liked most everything food wise. Everything he had ever eaten, he had liked that he knew of. Except perhaps any food that was really sticky. But mostly that was just sweets. They didn't count as real food. He blew on the food a bit to cool it off as she sat down beside him at the counter. He picked up his own fork and tasted the food. As he did, she spoke again and looked at him. Already he almost felt bad, even though he had yet to do anything wrong.

Gabriel smiled and shrugged slightly. "Well, let me start by saying that it's really good. But also that I'm not that blunt. I wouldn't come right out and tell you I didn't like it. As a matter of fact, I never tell people that their food tastes bad. I get lucky and run into all of the food that is really good." But he would rather lie to them and tell them it was good, than to tell them it was horrible. Or maybe he would just try and suggest stuff that could make it better, but he was definitely not a chef. He also didn't want to make her cry for saying anything mean. But to prove that he liked it, he started eating again. It was still a bit hot, though so he had to eat slowly so he didn't burn himself. "How long have you been cooking anyways?"

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 577
NOTES - Thanks! Wish I could have gotten to it last night, but I had to get up early this morning.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She munched thoughtfully, a rather pensive look on her face as she stared forward. "Ummm...I dunno; a long time?" she answered, though it sounded more like a question. She honestly wasn't sure. "I used to have to cook for myself when mom was away for work. Just small things like macaroni and cheese, or Rice-a-Roni sometimes. I started cooking classes when I came to the Academy. I mostly like baking," she explained slowly, taking another long drink. Her limbs were tingling with a combination of excitement and alcohol. At this rate, she would be in her pajamas and falling asleep very soon. It would be a shame to let the festivities end so early---after all, sleepovers were not really meant for sleeping, as any girl could probably tell you firsthand. She wondered where Gabriel would prefer to sleep; there was the couch, which was spacious enough that he could crash there comfortably, or there was the floor. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he would like to share her bed, as it was definitely the best place to sleep. Pinky never worried. "You should pour me another drink, cowboy!"

[/color] she encouraged merrily, taking the last big sip out of her glass and sliding it in front of him along the countertop. Soon afterward, she had devoured the rest of the food on her plate and sat spinning on the stool, round and round and round again. One more drink, she thought to herself, and I'll be good to go.

Thoughts of the N64 crossed her again, and she mentally scoured the suite for wherever it may be hiding. After a while, a grin passed her face as she realized that she knew exactly where it was--the bathroom! Duh. With a hasty "'Scuse me!"[/color], she slipped from her chair and trotted into the vanilla-scented, tiled room adjacent to the entryway. There was a very tiny closet built into the wall furthest from the shower, just large enough for storage bins to be stacked one by three along its four shelves. It was on the second tier, behind a milk crate filled with cleaning supplies, that she located the missing console. As was like her, she squealed in delight.

"Found it!"[/color] she called, too loudly for the short distance that spanned between them, and then stepped back out into the kitchen holding the oddly-shaped plastic box over her head, trying to drag the cords and controllers along the ground behind her.



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WC: 412
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[gabelangley]

"A long time" was definitely a to-the-point answer. "So I guess that was when you decided that you liked to cook?" He finished off his own drink after she did. Even if it had turned out horrible, by now the taste was of little importance. Gabriel took the opportunity of silence to finish off his plate, which had eaten rather quickly than normal. It was more due to being hungry, but that was over with now. That was definitely the best meal he had eaten in awhile. He tried not to eat out so much, so he usually cooked at home. Not that he always stuck with simple stuff, but he didn't really make anything like the jambalaya he had just eaten.

"You should pour me another drink, cowboy!"

After she slid her glass over to him, he grabbed the bottles and mixed them together as he had done earlier. "I'm not sure cowboy defines me," he joked. First he filled up her glass and then his own - he downed about half of it as soon as he had finished. But he didn't want to be full out drunk while staying the night with her, so when he got down to half way on the glass he placed it back on the counter. In the mean time he noticed she had left her chair and wandered off, although he wasn't sure why. At least until he heard her voice again.

"Found it!"

She emerged from the bathroom shortly after with the N64 in hand. The cords and the controllers were still trailing behind her, however. Gabriel laughed and walked over to her, taking the N64 from her, as well as the essentials for it. As he did, he gently pushed her back towards the counter. "You get your drink and I'll hook up the N64." He was still conscious enough for that. He took them into the livingroom where the TV was at and began working on plugging them up. Each TV was a little different, but it was basically the same idea. He just had to work it out.

After several minutes of fiddling around with it, hooking up the cords and the controllers, he finally stood back and glanced over it. "It's ready," he said, looking up at her and then back at it. At least he knew he was smart enough to figure out something that simple, despite not having touched a game console in quite awhile, let alone hook one up.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 424
NOTES - Yes! We're getting there!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] The cords were wrapped about her ankles like thin snakes, and she tried in vain to kick them off while holding the game console above her head. She was most grateful for Gabriel's help when he took the mess from her, and felt more than happy to let him busy himself with figuring out how in the hell the plugs matched up to her television--she definitely didn't remember. "Man's work," she tittered amusedly, sauntering back to the counter to retrieve the newly-poured drink. She took a long draught and rolled it over her tongue for a moment before swallowing, eyes watching her friend as he knelt in front of the entertainment center. Gradually, her gaze traveled down his back to the seat of his pants, and a contented smile passed her face. "It's ready," he told her, standing up and obscuring the view she had been enjoying. She sipped at the drink, bringing it down to a simple puddle in the bottom of the glass before placing it back on the counter and bouncing over to him. Admittedly, she was feeling quite full, what with the food still warm in her belly and the tequila coursing through her veins. If you were to cut her, she may have bled alcohol. "My hero!"

[/color] she gushed dramatically, the back of her right hand going to her brow as she struck a damsel-no-longer-in-distress pose. And now, with her vision blurred and her sense of judgment extremely skewed, it was time for a challenge. "Are you ready to be schooled in,"[/color] she paused, and then reached a hand into the front of her tube top where she had earlier stashed a game from the closet, "Super Smash Brothers?!?"[/color] She flashed the game pack before him, a glint in her eyes.

Gently, she blew into the slit at the bottom of the plastic game, clearing the metal strips inside of the dust that it had collected in the closet. She bent at the waist, one leg extended out behind her as she dipped low and slammed the game into the console. Immediately afterward, Pinky lost her balance and tumbled to the side, her head resting at Gabriel's feet as she looked up at him.

"I'm drunk,[/color] she stated solemnly, closing her eyes and nodding to nobody in particular. The Hornitos had finally done her in, though she'd put up a good fight. When one begins drinking at 11 AM, it's impressive that they would make it to see the night at all.


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Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel had distinctly heard her say that it was man's work to hook up the N64. That was anybody's work, he had thought, but she didn't look like she would be able to figure out how to hook it up at this time. He wasn't even sure if she was going to be able to play very soon - he probably shouldn't have given her another drink either. Yet she finished it off and started his way; he shouldn't forget to notice the part where she tells him he's her hero, despite the fact that he didn't do anything heroic.

He had yet to figure out what they were going to play, but before he knew it a game had appeared seemingly out of thin air. Obviously he wasn't paying that close of an attention. Although she had just stated the name, he still read it off the game as she held it before him. Super Smash Brothers. It wasn't surprising that she had the game, because a lot of people seemed to like it. "Oh, I don't know. Something tells me you're the one who is going to lose," he told her her, smiling slightly. She didn't look like she was going to be able to focus on the game very well.

Gabe took a step back and dust was blown from it and then she took the liberty to put it in the console. Although she managed to get the game in on the first try, she lost her balance and before he knew it she was laying on the floor in front of him. There probably wasn't much of a chance that he could have stopped it from happening, but his reaction was even slower since his body was filled with alcohol.

"I'm drunk."

He looked down at her, a bit surprised. She seemed okay at least, but he thought he should ask anyways. "Yeah, I can see that. Are you okay?" He bent down and put his arms around her as he helped her back to her feet and took her over to the couch to sit down. Well it was decided that he wouldn't be giving her anymore drinks tonight. It was probably best if he avoided drinking anymore as well. Two drunk people wasn't good, especially if they were the only two people there - which they were. After he made sure she was on the couch, he went to pour her a glass of water. Gabriel had known that she had been drinking since that morning and he didn't want her to get alcohol poisoning from drinking too much.

He was a hypocrite in that sense, he supposed. After all he usually drank a lot and it was a wonder that he hadn't drank more that night. Perhaps it was because he was just too busy paying attention to her the whole time. When the glass was poured, he went back to the couch and sat down. "Here, drink some of this." He held it out to her. It wouldn't sober her up, but it would keep her from getting dehydrated at least.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 526
NOTES - It's okay, mine aren't much better, lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] "Mmhm, I'm fine," she mumbled in a voice that was much quieter than she had been treating him to that afternoon. It had been a good day. Her head was buzzing as he dragged her to the sofa, and when he left her there she snuggled deep into the cushions and stared out through sleepy eyes after him. The look on her face was warm, and very happy, but altogether bemused. It wouldn't be long until she slipped into a very deep, very long sleep. There would definitely be no school for her tomorrow, as she would more than likely still be snoozing during her last class period. When she woke, the pre-gaming would continue. As Gabriel approached, and instructed her to drink from a glass he offered, she obeyed complacently and took a deep breath before downing the entire thing in three long gulps. It immediately sloshed around in her belly, making her feel bloated and even drowsier, but it had been a refreshing wave of coolness that she appreciated. "Thank you, honey bunny," she giggled, stretching her arms over the side of the couch and draping them there uselessly. She was vaguely aware of his weight denting the cushions next to her, and she propped her feet up in his lap and wiggled them comfortably. Her socks had begun to slip off of her feet, making an empty space in the toe area and making them look like elf shoes. Pinky caught sight of this, made the connection in her head and began to laugh again, sounding like a wind chime. "Gabey Gabe," she began, her tone relaxed as if her synapses had overloaded, "I freaking want ice cream."

[/color] Truly, she was full. Her stomach was desperately trying to persuade her that she indeed did not want to put anything into it, while her flooded brain could only think of Ben & Jerry's.

Piscine had often admonished her for her drinking habits, calling her irresponsible and then ignoring her until she sobered up. His actions had only made the matter worse, as she took to drinking in her sadness as well as when she was happy or bored--it was probably for the best that they had split. None of her other friends seemed to have an issue with it, and it was common knowledge that if they got a group together to hang out, they would each take turns babysitting a drunken Pinky toward the end of the night. It was just the way things were.

The iHome speakers were still spilling out music, at a very low volume that made it sound as though it were actually drifting from next door. The playlist had long since ended and another had begun.

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow...

It was a mellow tune, setting the mood in the room and slowly diffusing all of the Pinky energy that had amassed throughout the dormitory. The bubbling of the fish tanks offered an odd rhythm in the background.


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Lyrics: Yellow - Coldplay
WC: 511
Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel had returned to a girl who was indeed drunk and spread out on the sofa. She willingly took the glass and drank all of the water, rather quickly than he had expected. He took the glass from her and placed it on the table in front of him and made himself comfortable on the couch as she propped her feet up in his lap - he didn't mind. "No problem,sweetie." He definitely wasn't going to think about starting the game now, as it probably wouldn't do any good anyways. They could always continue tomorrow, or perhaps another day depending on how it played out in the morning.

"Gabey Gabe. I freaking want ice cream."

Her tone was quiet and soothing. Unlike anything it had been earlier that day, or even up to ten minutes ago. It was a nice change, but the loud and bubbly personality was the real her. He wouldn't want that to change. "We can get you some ice cream tomorrow," he assured her. If she didn't have any in her freezer, they could always go out and buy some. But he was sure she didn't need anything more to eat tonight and he wasn't afraid to refuse to give her or anybody else something if it would do more harm than good.

She seemed to be deep in thought as she laid there on the couch. Or perhaps she was just out of it. When people were drunk, it was sometimes hard to ever figure out what they were doing. And even worse to understand what they were saying sometimes. Surprisingly she was speaking quite clear. Now that the silence had fallen around them, he could hear only the music, the occasional sound from the couch from any movement either of them made, and the fish tanks behind it all. They actually made it extremely relaxing and he could almost fall asleep just from sitting up and listening to it.

"Come on, let's get you to bed. It's getting late anyways." If he didn't spend all night drinking, his regular sleeping time was by midnight. It probably wasn't that late yet - he had lost track of time. He figured they would get back to the bedroom quicker if he just carried her there, so he slipped out from under her feet and did just that. Once in the bedroom he carefully laid her back onto the bed. "You should probably change into something more comfortable. I'll just use your bathroom and change out of these." With that he left the room to give her some privacy.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 441
NOTES - None.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[pinkythoms]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] "We can get you some ice cream tomorrow," he said. It sounded to her as if the words were traveling underwater, sort of muffled. She caught the faintest suspicion that he was patronizing her, but at that point she didn't much care and it felt nice to just nod and smile and agree with him. He was probably the smarter of them, at any rate. Just as quickly as the notion of ice cream came to her, it flew off and was replaced by an overwhelming desire to sleep. It seemed that Gabriel caught on and had the same idea, and he said gently, but with enough authority that she would not argue, "Come on, let's get you to bed. It's getting late anyways." Before she realized what was going on, he had scooped her up and was carrying her to her bedroom like a small child. She'd never had a father to take her off to bed when she'd stayed up too late and fallen asleep in the living room--her mother had always just left her there to wake up of her own accord and walk to bed. It felt nice, being held and carried. I came along, I wrote a song for you, And all the things you do, And it was called 'Yellow'...

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The speakers continued to croon.

The soft mattress enveloped her as he laid her down, as if he had dropped her onto a cloud that gave in just enough to caress her. It would be very hard to get up. "You should probably change into something more comfortable. I'll just use your bathroom and change out of these." Through her bleary eyes she could see him leave the room, and it took her a while to muster up enough energy to sit up and contemplate hazily what the words meant.

Change into something more comfortable... she repeated in her head, raising an eyebrow and attempting to focus her vision on the bureau drawers to the left of her bed. Stumbling, she stood eventually and pulled a drawer open, her head swimming with the sudden intake of the bright colors that filled the small space. It looked as though a My Little Pony had thrown up, all rainbows and neons, and fluffy soft things.

Pinky grabbed the first few things she laid her eyes on--a lime green T-shirt, blue flannel pajama pants, and a pair of extra fuzzy socks that matched her hair to a fault. The shirt was easy to put on, as she only had to pull the tube top over her head and not worry about sleeves before slipping on the other; the pants were a small bit harder as she had to use some amount of coordination to remove her denim shorts and then step into each leg of the pajama bottoms; the socks proved too much of a challenge, and after spending a great deal of time attempting to remove her rainbow knee-highs, she gave up and tossed the fuzzy ones back into the open drawer. She was deeply grateful that she had decided to skip on any underwear that day, as it would have been impossible to change out of.

She gave her hair a good fluffing with her hands, shaking them back and forth within the voluminous pink mass that was her mane, and she dove back onto the welcoming mattress, melting back into it and curling into a ball.

"I hope you're naked!"[/color] she called out humorously, her words slightly slurred but for the most part coherent.


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Lyrics: Yellow - Coldplay
WC: 565
Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel had left the room straight away and picked up his clothes from his bag. He took his time as he changed his clothes in the bathroom, because he didn't want to accidentally walk in on her while she was changing clothes. Or trying, however capable she still was of doing that. First he put on the tight, blue shirt that he usually wore to the gym and then the black shorts. He was glad that he had chosen not to go to the gym today, because he wouldn't have wanted to sleep in the clothes that he had sweated in. As he walked out of the bathroom, he heard her yell out something to him.

"I hope you're naked!"

He rolled his eyes even though he knew she couldn't see it, but he couldn't keep from smiling all the same. She was a straightforward girl, to say the least. But he figured it was the liquor talking. Which perhaps explained why she had been flirting with him on and off all day. While he was still up, he thought it was best to kind of straighten the place up. They could do a little cleaning in the morning. He turned off the music first so that it wasn't left running all night when nobody was even listening to it.

Then he rinsed out the glasses with their drinks in them, and the plates, and placed them in the sink. Lastly he covered up the food so it wouldn't go to waste and placed it in the refrigerator. At least now it didn't look so bad. He could feel a headache coming on with him trying to clean up while being filled with liquor. They just didn't mix. Now that he had taken care of that stuff, he picked up the glass that had water in it and filled it back up. After drinking some of it, he refilled it and took it back to her bedroom. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not naked," he teased. "When I said I was going to change out of my clothes, I meant into some other clothes."

Gabriel didn't particularly think it would be right if he slept in her bed, despite their cuddling incident earlier. He walked around to the side of the bed with the alarm clock and placed the glass on it. "Here, I made you another glass of water in case you get thirsty during the night." He was being more caring than he was normally, but he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because he didn't spend that much time around people who drank a lot, so he never had a reason to make sure they didn't drink too much.

"If you need me, I'll be in the livingroom. Just yell, I'm a light sleeper. Need anything else before I go?"

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 481
NOTES - shirt;shorts

TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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