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Semi-Meme ([personal profile] semimeme) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-01-11 11:57 pm

The Drunken Confessions meme.


Drunken Confessions

Exactly what its name implies. Someone's had a bit too much; someone's telling a bit too much.
 

What do:
1) Post with your character. Name and canon go in the subject line.
2) Include somewhere, be it the subject line or in the text itself, if your character is going to be confessing or confessed to. Or open to both options.
3) That's it. Everything else is up to you. How they confess (in person, on the phone, over text) and what they confess is all up to you. No RNG here.
4) Have fun.
tryingitall: (neon)

Balthazar/Supernatural

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-13 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Holds his liquor pretty well, but either or! Possible angst warning.]
afallenstar: (disorientated)

yep hi hello this is happening (lets pretend for a second i don't already owe you a tag it's coming)

[personal profile] afallenstar 2013-01-13 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ So. Turns out angels can get drunk, as Anna has well and truly discovered. It's taken almost the contents of the empty bar she's sitting at, but she's managed it. And screw this bar, there are way better places to be than here, sitting alone and commiserating over events she can't exactly change.

Still, when she decided to take off for some fun elsewhere, this isn't exactly where she has in mind. Congratulations Balthazar, you are now the proud owner of one incredibly inebriated Anna, landing heavily and all but face planting it onto your floor.
]
tryingitall: (orly)

<3 <3 <3

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-13 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, there's nothing wrong with a little intoxication, at least not as far as Balthazar is concerned. Nevertheless, he's surprised when Anna appears, flushed, mussed, and stumbling over his hallway carpet. He just barely manages to catch her as she sways into him.]

Anna! Er...hello. I wasn't expecting you. [Especially not smelling like she's bathed in a distillery. Oh, dear. Still, at least her timing is good. Five minutes earlier and she would have caught him bidding farewell to his most recent bed partners. All four of them.] You'd better sit, darling. Been having fun?
afallenstar: (actual smile)

[personal profile] afallenstar 2013-01-13 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Blame it on the apocalypse, or the being hunted, or maybe just her angelic state in general, but inebriated had certainly seemed more appealing than not a few hours ago.

Now not so much.
]

Balthazar? [ Hey, it could be worse, at least he's not likely to smite her down for Rebelling. ] Fun? Does this look like fun to you?

[ ....Well it probably does, but Heavens Anna is far too gone to think about that. Instead he just gets a loosely draped arm around his shoulder as Anna leans against him, laughing quietly under her breath. ] Guess they haven't found you yet, huh?
tryingitall: (haha)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-13 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[These things are often better in theory than in practice. He'll have to remind her to avoid cocaine and crystal meth, as well, just in case those ever seem like a good idea for stress relief.]

Ssh. Don't tell them where I am. [His eyes sparkle.] Drinking is usually fun, I find, but more so with a companion or two. Next time I'll come with. [Not really. The only thing easier for an archangel to track down than a drunk angel, is two drunk angels. Still, it's a nice thought.

He leads her to a very nice leather-upholstered couch in an equally nice, if ostentatious, living room. He rented the place furnished, of course, but it's very much to his taste.]
afallenstar: (proud)

[personal profile] afallenstar 2013-01-13 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Never let it be said that Anna isn't one of the fun siblings. ]

Your secret is safe with me. [ And it really is, too. It's not just a drunken sentiment, murmured because of the inordinate amount of alcohol coursing through her system. That's not that surprising though. She's on the run too, why would she sell out a fellow rebel? ]

I'd like that, that'd be nice. We could chat about old times. [ She doesn't even think about the logistics, for now. Instead she just snorts at the mention of said old times, and oh, there's so much bitterness there. Balthazar may have hidden away on Earth, but Anna committed to the full experience.

Dropping down to the couch is every bit as graceless as one would expect her to be, and she gives him a sharp tug to sit next to her as soon as she's settled. Don't say anything Balthazar, just let her have a moment to feel a little bit of comfort from being in close proximity to an angel again.
] Certainly set yourself up nicely, haven't you. All out luxury, can't say I'm surprised.
tryingitall: (looking down)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-14 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He would never say she wasn't fun! Especially not to her face.

...Actually, Anna has always been one of his favorite family members, and his closest sister. So there's that.]
Likewise, darling. They'll never know you were here.

[He collapses easily next to her and slings an arm obligingly around her shoulders. Neither of them has to say anything about that. He understands why she needs the comfort just as he understands why she's running from Heaven.] Let's not chat too much about old times. Stick to current events.

[He looks around with a wry smile.] It's cozy, yes, although it's not my only safe house. Since I'm officially dead, I can afford to be a little pretentious.
dulsanaya: (Playful / Childish)

[personal profile] dulsanaya 2013-01-14 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Passing through the crowded jazz bar, she was stealing drunken hazes as well as a rather tasty round of ganja and went back around to that group at least twice. Swaying gracefully, as if she were dancing, it was impossible not to bump into everyone, friends and strangers alike. There was a distinct giggle as she slid into the half circle booth meeting him for the evening. "This one's signed up to sing with the band later. Do you play the piano, mon ami?"

Our little imp is wearing this.
tryingitall: (chuckle)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-15 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
He hears her coming before he sees her, and very nearly gets up to help keep her from falling, hiding a grin. She gets to her seat before he manages to rise fully, so he settles in again, eyebrows raised. "I don't believe I've ever seen anyone look so intoxicated and still manage to come off as graceful. I'm impressed. But I'm afraid I don't play any instruments."

He leans across the table to beep her gently on the nose. "Do you want something you can drink, yourself?"
dulsanaya: (Open / Honest / Gathering Strength)

[personal profile] dulsanaya 2013-01-15 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Blinking at him, her pupils are wide open, "Iced...tea, s'il te plaît [if you please]. This one has had -" humming contentedly as she takes a personal assessment "- enough for a few minutes. Mmm, the ganja and opium was molto carino [very nice], we could do that again. Na'asha [Your girl] has not borrowed something like that since Antiva, quand mon mari fumeraient sur le toit [when my husband would smoke on the roof]." Languages are rather interchangeable at the moment.
tryingitall: (black tshirt)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-15 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Opium? Good lord, who's got opium in here?" Because he might just have to have a friendly chat with them. Opium is very nice.

Then again, it might be better for him to stay as sober as possible until she's back on her feet. He shakes his head, smiling, and moves closer in the booth so he can put a protective arm around her. "Never mind. Where did you get a husband that smoked on the roof?"
dulsanaya: (Shy / Pleased)

[personal profile] dulsanaya 2013-01-15 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Her steady hand raises and unerringly points out the group. Despite the large quantity of drunken haze she has stolen, and the aforementioned substances, her voice is only softly slurred, her musical accent softened further. So very relaxed, more than usual, she melts against him like chocolate on a hot decedent desert.

Dulsanaya is freely saying things that she would not normally, as if some filter, that keeps her from speaking about certain thing or just hinting at them, has been turned off. The question is, what does he want to know?

"In Antiva he would smoke on the flat roofs, perched ta look out over la Ciudad de Oro [the City of Gold], but in...in tha cold south he'd climb adahl'en [trees] an' scout. Most'a tha time jus' ganja, but when tha brutti ricordi [bad memories] would come, ganja an' opium an' a very nice brandy or ron miel. This asha [woman] would borrow a little."

A memory of cool evening breezes off the sparkling blue bay blew over him. The huge city, as if they were on the top of a hill looking down, was spread around them to the very edges of the horizon to the north, south, and west, but to the east was the beautiful sparkling blue Rialto Bay. They lay on a round mattress with the silent stars above and the dancing rainbow gas lights and the music of the city below. The scents of the rooftop garden are everywhere, tropical fruits, poisons, herbs, so many plants around them that it is dizzying. Her usual sharing of tastes and scents also seems to be unmuted, a normal human would be drowning in what she presses on him. Probably more exactly what she sees, hears, smells, tastes and feels. He know exactly the feel of the fabric against her skin, the flavor of the salt in the wind, the scent of cloves and whiskey of the man just out of her vision, tastes the quality of the ganja, the bite of the opium, and the sweet honey rum, somehow knowing the bees were pollinating orange blossoms . The stars twinkle and she sees every color and flicker, ears pick up the individual instruments from at least a dozen different squares close by and so many more farther away. She can’t quite see the mountains to the west, but during the day when the wind comes from that direction, she can smell the Drylands beyond them.

If he's keeping count, so far she's used Spanish, Italian, French, and her Elvhen. Thankfully as she's touching, a translation is being provided :)
tryingitall: (sorta serious)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-16 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He's said it before; her memories are like a banquet, maybe especially when she's high like this. He can taste and feel everything in detail, and the room they're in swims and fades out of his vision in light of what she's sending. Which is, in many ways, even more appealing. He's only semi-conscious of his arms winding around her, holding her body close as he drinks in what her mind is offering. Beautiful. Warm. Decadent. He's in no hurry to stop the flow of communication between them.

"Oohh...tell me more, love," he encourages softly, closing his eyes to shut out the room, and nuzzling her hair. "The good parts. No sense ruining a nice buzz with bad memories, mm?"


((Balthazar would know the first three languages, but unfortunately his player isn't fluent in anything but English. ;) Thanks for the translation.))
dulsanaya: (Hiding / Absent / Dreaming)

[personal profile] dulsanaya 2013-01-17 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm, the word 'love' is savored, rolled around in her mouth like a hard candy. She hasn't been that for anyone in a very long time. More sensations from that evening are gathered and given to him.

Rolled between her fingers is what Balthazar would consider a spanish olive stuffed with sweet cheese, there are others stuffed with marinated garlic, small peppers, both sweet and hot, with various stuffings, thin slices of salty serrano ham wrapped around sweet summer melons, fresh flatbread, wedges of several different slices of cheese...these little bites, tapas, are tasted. The summer flavor of the pineapple brought from their plantation makes her purr with pleasure, especially when a piece of chocolate is offered, the flavors mixing on her tongue and the scent filling her nose. An amber laugh causes her ear to twitch and the sunshine in the tone of the male’s voice warms her clear through. One of the many bands wend their way up and around the hill, growing louder. They have come to play for her, knowing that they will be welcomed inside, fed, given a bit of coin and drink before descending to play in another market square.

[Admittedly, I studied and forgot most of my French, so most is coming from translators...so I cannot vouch for 100% correctness.]
Edited (copy and paste error) 2013-01-17 04:36 (UTC)
tryingitall: (neon)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-17 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Some of what she's sending him is familiar, and in an enthusiastic little burst of memory he shares a day on the French Riviera, in Nice. The water was the bluest he'd seen since the dawn of humanity, and the heat of the sun made the air ripple over the rocky little beach. Walking on it barefoot would leave bruises in an ordinary human, but not for him, and he slid into the surf like he was born to it, splashing in the shallows until the night began to fall. Then, he walked back to the hotel in wet clothes and sat on the balcony drinking sangria and watching students on their summer holidays wander around in the midsummer night, laughing and dancing and sometimes kissing in corners and alleys. The sea air and the alcohol blurred the streetlights into orbs of silver and gold, like an impressionist's painting come to life.

"There's such beauty in the world," he murmurs, curling close to her. "Isn't there?"
dulsanaya: (Knowing Smile)

[personal profile] dulsanaya 2013-01-17 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
She cups this memory and finding more threads, tugs on them to sharpen little aspects, bringing back the temperature of the water, the burst of the fruit and wine on his tongue after a long day in the sun... until that evening is here right now, not years ago. His skin is warm from the heat, damp from the trousers that clung to his legs. The glass is cool in his hand. Laughter below him is music wafting up, every step a dance.

He is up on the balcony watching; he is down below kissing a woman who speaks mots doux [sweet words] in his ear; he is here in the bar with Dulsanaya straddling his lap, facing him with arms around his neck, about lean up to nip the tendon between his neck and shoulder just because 'he needs it'.

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wayward_angel: (frownyface)

Re: Balthazar/Supernatural

[personal profile] wayward_angel 2013-01-15 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
When Castiel appears near his brother, he doesn't say anything at all, but his expression on finding him drunk off his ass is somehow a little disappointed, and resigned.
tryingitall: (drinkin')

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-15 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
He's still on his ass, thank you very much! In fact, the fact that he's sitting on it may be the only thing keeping him from full faceplanting on the floor. Slumped sideways in an armchair, legs slung over the arm, he looks pretty boneless except for the hand that's got a death grip on a scotch bottle.

"Ah. Cas. How long've you been there?" He slurs at him in a friendly way, blinks blearily, then frowns. "Ohhhhh....I know that look. You're going to tell me what a bad angel I am."
wayward_angel: (skeptical)

[personal profile] wayward_angel 2013-01-16 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"...Not long." He'd considered coming up with some form of reproach, but now that Balthazar's said it, that seems pointless. As long as Balthazar knows how ridiculous and immature he looks.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you. I can come back later..." There's a sigh in the gravelly voice.
tryingitall: (crafty)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-16 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nonono, stay." He grins and offers him the bottle. "For you. I share because we're brothers."

There's not a whole lot left in it, actually, but enough to get a human pretty tipsy. "You always look so serious. That's my Cassi. He's serious business." Balthazar sits up unsteadily. "And I've always been a bad angel."
wayward_angel: (drinky)

[personal profile] wayward_angel 2013-01-17 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
However disapproving he might look, Cas does take the bottle, and stands there staring down at it intently. He's no stranger to drink, but on the rare occasions he does get truly drunk he prefers to do so in private.

"...You're not a bad angel." It's not that he doesn't want to relax and drink with Balthazar, it's just that he doesn't dare let his guard down too far. All the same, he takes a swallow.
tryingitall: (looking down)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-18 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't even know," he says, sitting up unsteadily. "I mean, I've had doubts for centuries, but I never left before. I could've left to look for Gabriel or Anna...probably wouldn't have helped them, but I could've tried. Now it's too late for them and I'm no good anyway."

He laughs and slumps again. "Don't know why you think you want my help. Guess you're just that desperate."
wayward_angel: (deep thoughts)

[personal profile] wayward_angel 2013-01-21 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You're just not thinking straight because you're drunk. You've always been a better angel than most." He helps steady him, still holding the bottle and perfectly content to keep it just out of Balthazar's reach. He clearly doesn't need any more of it.
tryingitall: (drinkin')

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-01-21 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"That doesn't make any sense, love. A better angel than most because I stole from Heaven, or because I spent a year buying up human souls?" He shakes his head and leans on Castiel.

"I think my problem is it's too hard to choose. I don't actually want to hurt Raphael. You know? But I can't let you down, either. You know we're all going to die anyway, though. Or did you know that?"
wayward_angel: (frownyface)

[personal profile] wayward_angel 2013-02-12 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Because you've tried to listen to the Right voice." Cas sighs. "Perhaps Heaven has failed us, as much as we have failed Heaven. I will do my best to put things back in order." He does mean that, means it so earnestly to his core.

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