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So Totally Drunk Meme

SO TOTALLY DRUNK MEME

HOW DO??
1. pick a character
2. Post a thing with a prompt (or make your own)
3. Respond
4. ~~Take a shot each time one of you makes a spelling error??~~
5. FUN!!!??

Gen1. Put down the Mic!!! - way bad karaoke.
2. Dress up. - Obviously those old curtains are actually your new dress.
3. Why stop there? - Drunk? Check. Let's roll a spliff.
4. Another round!! - Obviously yir nott drumk enuf.
5. Night on the town - time to go out there and make some mischief!!

Angst
1. Break up. - So you were told it was over. Fuck that!! Time to drink.
2. Bad day. - Wow people are so stupid and work sucks. Wine'o'clock!!
3. Moody. - You know what happens when you mix alcohol with 'that time of the month' (boys, you too)? YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT.
4. Crying spell. - WOW FUCK EVERYTHING BAWLS FOREVER.
5. Bar fight - SCREW YOU AND THIS LAMP RIGHT HERE!!!

Cute and Fluffy
1. Movie night. - Some whiskey and your fav flick with a bud or two.
2. Anniversary/Birthday. - night in with your sweetie or your friends for that special night.
3. Flirtin' with the tender. - Poorly.
4. Dance party!! - Lets go clubbin with our best pals.
5. Drunk text. - hey so like did you know that sperm travvels

Smut
1. Bathroom sex. - you're in a club and you grind against this hottie. Time to take it up a notch.
2. Take out. - Let's take this back to my place, shall we?
3. Sex club. - Orgy? Yes please.
4. Batting for the other team. - You're usually gay/straight but.. you're just a little bit curious.
5. A little risque. - Let's do something a bit less conventional, shall we?

[ ooc: NOT LIKE I HAVE ANY EXPERIENCE BEING SO TOTALLY DRUNK LOL. ]

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[Open to all of the situations, but bar fight could be particularly fun.]

[Drunk texting to lure him into the bar for other stuff?]

[It was a particularly rough day for Samus.]

hey

[It was a truly sad testament to his life that he'd gotten used to these random breaches of communications protocol with Samus. And truthfully? They were rarely unwanted distractions.]

Samus, it's good to hear from you again. I trust you are well?

been worse.

[Understatement of the century even if she is pretty low right now.]

busy?

Not exactly saying a lot there considering out lifestyles, Samus.

[Kurt liked to think he could read between the lines by now.]

You must be psychic, I just got out of one of the most boring budgeting meetings ever. Are you on Reach?

[She rereads the text a couple times. Scrolling up and down through their conversations, nodding her head from side to side with her mind already clouded with inebriation.

But with lowered inhibitions, she decides to go for it. The next text she sends is just a set of coordinates. It's a bar not far from where she's staying on planet.]

[He was a little baffled by the text but took it for an invitation and tracked the bounty hunter down. Like many military planets, skid-rows and dive bars seemed to sprout up around space ports like weeds.

Kurt couldn't say he wasn't surprised to find the coordinates Samus gave him were a bar. She seemed to spend a lot of her time in them. It was a repellant habit for a Spartan but he accepted that flaw all the same. Mostly because he'd never seen her get inebriated before or on a mission.

In his immaculate UNSC uniform, the Spartan stood out like a sore thumb among the denizens of the bar. They saw their fair share of soldiers in this place but it wasn't often an officer slummed in such a dive. Spotting his friend however, Kurt approached his friend cautiously.] Hey.

[It was a curious echo of her initial greeting.]

Hey.

[Samus readjusts in her chair resting her hand in her palm, elbow propped up on the counter in front of her, next to a few empty glasses that probably indicate what she's been up to this evening.]

You look nice.

[It's stated rather matter of factly, not flirtatious or suggestive at all. Still, it probably only slipped out because of her current state of lowered inhibitions.]

[He could count on less than one time how many times people had complimented him on his looks over the years and still have plenty of fingers left over. Like all Spartans, Kurt's height and bulk tended to intimidate plenty of people without even meaning to. He might be wearing the bars of an officer but there was no doubt that if the Spartan chose to wade into a fight, people were going to be laid out in a lot of pain.]

Thank you? [There was a note of hesitance in the man's voice when he said that.] Is everything alright, Samus? [She was drunk, that much was obvious. It wasn't often that Kurt could scrounge up an ounce of concern for those who weren't Spartans or closely tied to him but in that moment, he was decidedly worried about the blonde woman. Enough so that he'd braved the seedy looking bar and settled onto the bar stool next to the bounty hunter.]

[She hums affirmatively, coupled with a nod but still keeping her head in her chin. She's a little drowsy (and a little drunk, but that much is obvious) from the beers.]

Yeah. Long day is all.

[That's her life though. Long days turning into long weeks turning into long months before years have passed, given for the greater good of galactic security. Not that she would trade it for anything. Besides this life being all she knew, it was her duty.

But thoughts of what might be different occasionally creep into her mind, and certainly the journey is much easier for them when she's intoxicated. She reaches up tentatively and thumbs the collar of his uniform. In her efforts to straighten it, she probably just messes it up a little. She keeps talking, like it's just a random stream of words now that the beers have knocked out the filter.]

I was never cut out for military life. Stuffy. Strict.

I hadn't heard any more rumors of your dying and miraculously being resurrected so I figured everything was okay. [Now? Now he wasn't so sure. She had always been a moody woman and one prone to self-destructive habits. Hell, this wasn't the first time he'd had to fetch her from a bar for that matter.

Until he'd become friends with Samus Aran, Kurt Ambrose had never even stepped into a bar. He put up with her mussing with his collar with a surprising amount of patience for a trained killer.]

No, I can't see you wearing the UNSC uniform. You enjoy your freedom too much. [The idea of her taking orders from some stuffed shirt officer with an attitude was laughable at best. She'd probably deck them.] Are you staying here at the star port, Samus?

[From anyone else, it might have sounded suggestive, as though he were asking her if she wanted to go back to her place for some shady hook-up. But this was Kurt, he probably just wanted to get her out of the bar before she drank herself into a stupor.]

[She keeps messing with his collar while he talks until it meets her standards which are a weeeee bit off tonight. She raises an eyebrow at his question and leans in a little.]

Why? Trying to take me home?

[And then she smirks unabashedly at him, clearly just trying to get a rise out of him. No, no. Kurt was simply not the type to try that, which she knew well. She's out to give him a hard time because she's a little bit drunk but mostly just because she can.

Finally she drops her hands from his collar to lean back, propping an elbow on the bar again.]

I bet there's some regulation against that. Your type's always on such a short leash.

[Kurt continued to tolerate Samus fumbling with his collar with a vaguely long-suffering air of silence. He knew she was drunk and couldn't be held liable for her actions and while he privately didn't approve, he was careful not to let any of the judgmental censure show on his face.

The augmentation procedures he'd gone through at a tender age had all manner of side-effects. One of which had been an almost arrested sort of development in a Spartan's sexual maturity. Or perhaps it was simply the brainwashing they'd been subjected to but the Spartans were almost universally lacking in the sexual drive department. They didn't have the same urge to go out and find a lover or to start a family but instead were sexless weapons ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. And despite the fact that Kurt had always been an unorthodox sort of Spartan, even he had been immune to the lures of flesh and sexual gratification.

But he'd had enough exposure to those outside of the Spartan-II program to learn a thing or two about human interpersonal relationships so he didn't miss the meaning to the blonde's words. A wary look entered the man's eyes and he stilled momentarily while assessing his options. Kurt could ignore the implication and feign ignorance or he could face it head on.]

Probably but I can't say I've ever been curious to find out. [That was a lie, he'd heard of what happened amongst the Black team members when two of them had been found rutting like animals back in basic training. It hadn't been pleasant.] Either way I'm not trying to 'take you home' as you say.

[At least not in the way she meant it. He'd escort her back to whatever hotel she'd found to slum in this week out of concern for her safety but Kurt's motives didn't extend past that.]

[Had she been able to get a few more drinks under her belt before the Spartan came to rescue her, she probably would have made a quip somewhere along the lines of 'too bad' but through some Herculean effort and her tiredness weighing equally on her mind, slowing down her smart mouth, she manages not to. Kurt wasn't exactly her 'type' either (if she even had one). That is, Kurt was someone she would see in the future. Men she bed tended to be not. Crossing over would make things... messy, and the awkwardness of romantic entanglement wasn't exactly something she really wanted to add to her life.

But at the same time, she was still curious about Kurt. He was so different from her, but they understood each other, which was rare in her life. She felt comfortable around him. It was different. It was strange. But it was sort of nice. And it was definitely a feeling much ignored when sober.

She draws out a hmmmm of consideration at his words, just trying to fill the silence between them, but with no disapproval or disappointment obviously apparent. Just an acknowledging hmmm.]

I'm staying a few blocks from here. Pretty shitty but the price is right and my current target runs a drug ring out of it, so that's convenient.

[Yep, still bounty hunting. Gotta pay the bills somehow.]

[Unlike other men, the Spartan had no issues with machismo or insecurities about his own lack of sexual development. Truthfully, until he'd met the bounty hunter, he'd never met anyone who felt the need to push his boundaries like Samus did. Spartans weren't expected to be sexual beings, they were simply expected to get the job done by any means necessary.]

Unless by 'taking you home' you mean making sure you get out of this bar safely without getting drawn into a fight or harassed by that unsavory looking individual over there who has been eying you since I came here?

[The drunken spacer looked unsavory to say the least. He looked like a lot of trash that inevitably ended up washed up at space ports. Unwilling or incapable of finding steady or respectable employment, they tended to congregate at dive bars such as this. Kurt's experiences with such places might be limited but he'd been trained from childhood on situational and threat awareness and he didn't like the way the man was leering ever so slightly in Samus's direction.

Kurt looked mildly interested by the blonde's comment however and leaned down slightly so that their conversation wouldn't carry between the two of them.] Do you want some backup for that, Samus?

[If ONI found out a Spartan was helping a bounty hunter take down a drug ring they'd probably shit bricks but Kurt didn't care. It sounded interesting and probably more adventurous than anything he'd done all year long. He didn't see nearly as much action as he'd once seen as an operational Spartan out on the front lines. And there was a part of him, the part that made him Spartan that longed to be back out in the fray once more.]

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[A small grin cracks across her face and she shakes her head.]

Him? [She thumbs over her shoulder.] I can take him.

[The unsavory spacer takes notice and gets up to cause a scene... only to drunkenly stumble over as soon as he's left his seat. Samus doesn't even need to lift a finger, and the doorman swiftly removes him.]

I don't need any backup.

[She pauses, downing the rest of her drink in a gulp before continuing. She presses a finger on his chest, not accusingly, just taps it on some ONI insignia.]

And besides, not sure how well that-- [tap tap tap there's that insignia] would go over.

I know you can take care of him. I'm more worried about you getting into a fight and getting arrested for taking care of him.

[The fact that Samus often ran awry of the law meant she was probably the last sort of friendship he should have cultivated but in a way she was refreshingly unlike anyone he'd ever known. And because she was so far removed from everyone and everything he knew, Kurt felt as though he could open up to the blonde more than he could with anyone else in his life. Even Chief Mendez, the man who had shaped him and helped raise him was bound by the code of the military that separated officers from NCO's.

More importantly, with Samus, Kurt didn't feel as though he had to be the unmovable rock, the perfect Spartan who couldn't appear to bend under the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

Samus seemed to be far more tactile tonight than she'd been before but the Spartan chalked it up to her being drunk.] It's a good thing I can take it off then and probably blend in with your drug cartel friends if I really needed to. Let me help you, Samus. If nothing else, help me from stagnating behind a desk, huh?

[He wasn't above turning on the charm when the situation called for it.]

[She crosses her arms, shaking her head in mock indignation.]

You know I like to work alone.

[And how. The few times she's been contracted to work directly with the military have been like pulling teeth, as Kurt is probably well aware. She would have been put out of business a long time ago if she didn't produce such good results on her own.

She draws out another long hmmmmmm though, as if she's seriously considering it. He is a good fighter, definitely. It's a shame that ONI could let that go to waste in an office.]

Alright. But don't think I'm splitting the payoff with you. It was my job first.

I know you do but you also know we work well together despite that. [The Spartan pointed out mildly. He wouldn't mention that he was partly driven by the urge to watch her back and make sure nothing bad happened to her. Samus was as capable as any Spartan he'd ever met but Kurt had been trained to stand at his partner's side and fight.

And while Samus wasn't a Spartan, she was something more than your average, everyday human as well. Kurt didn't have a lot of experience at any true lasting friendships outside of perhaps the one he shared with Chief Mendez but he cautiously labeled the blonde that in his head. She was his friend...after a fashion.

Kurt might have made cracks about rotting behind a desk job but his duties on Onyx were anything but desk duty. But unfortunately, he couldn't exactly tell her that. One of the great things about Samus was that she didn'task too many questions.] I would never ask you to split your pay with me.

[She digs for a pen in her bag and grabs his hand. It's very old fashioned, but this a strictly off the record sort of thing. Who knows what their electronic communications might be filtered through.

She writes a time and a place.]

Meet me here tomorrow.

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shhhhhh I'm not that late

<3 Never late

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