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come_sailaway2022-06-29 09:27 pm
touchofcashmere) wrote in come_sailaway2022-06-29 09:27 pm
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He Gods to Swear
Who: Cede Sonnet (Baptin) and ...all three of you... [OTA]
What: gin, rum, tequila, pina colada (one for each hand), vodka, whiskey....
When: June 30 year of our lord ...somethin' with a lotta 2s
Where: I dunno just...everyhere
Warnings: this man
I. At Hurikane
[Give him two pina coladas... or three. Or four. Because the ghosts won't and he's trying to pull the drink from the invisible hands]
I'm fine. I can handle it. I can handle anything! Don't tell me I can't liquor my handle!
II. At John's
[who is holding a bottle of tequila, sitting on the piano and intermittently throwing books at the screen? It's him. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine. Why do you ask?]
III. Chatterbox
[it is karaoke time and he is just in time for having a good time, reading the lyrics badly]
Tell me why ain't nothin' but a heartache
tell me why ain't nothing but a missed skate
tell me why I never wanna hear you say
I want it that day!
Come on! Sing with me!
IV. Scoops
I'll have one of everything please. [and then seeing someone come up, clings to the window] It's all mine. Go away. Shoo.
V. Elsewhere
[Stede is clinging to the railing, making his way along or otherwise rambling back and forth across the deck]
Wow! Choppy seas? Am I right? Of course I'm right. Must be a storm. [he chugs a bottle of rum]
If we die... I hope the captain is fucked. Fucked. Absolutely a hundered percent ten eggs deep.
What: gin, rum, tequila, pina colada (one for each hand), vodka, whiskey....
When: June 30 year of our lord ...somethin' with a lotta 2s
Where: I dunno just...everyhere
Warnings: this man
I. At Hurikane
[Give him two pina coladas... or three. Or four. Because the ghosts won't and he's trying to pull the drink from the invisible hands]
I'm fine. I can handle it. I can handle anything! Don't tell me I can't liquor my handle!
II. At John's
[who is holding a bottle of tequila, sitting on the piano and intermittently throwing books at the screen? It's him. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine. Why do you ask?]
III. Chatterbox
[it is karaoke time and he is just in time for having a good time, reading the lyrics badly]
Tell me why ain't nothin' but a heartache
tell me why ain't nothing but a missed skate
tell me why I never wanna hear you say
I want it that day!
Come on! Sing with me!
IV. Scoops
I'll have one of everything please. [and then seeing someone come up, clings to the window] It's all mine. Go away. Shoo.
V. Elsewhere
[Stede is clinging to the railing, making his way along or otherwise rambling back and forth across the deck]
Wow! Choppy seas? Am I right? Of course I'm right. Must be a storm. [he chugs a bottle of rum]
If we die... I hope the captain is fucked. Fucked. Absolutely a hundered percent ten eggs deep.
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So I guess that makes Ed an admiral. Glad he got promoted. [he's not afraid of Izzy Hands. Even when they're close. Even with the man's hot breath in his face. What can he do? Kill him? Break him? He can't even kill him without Ed's say so
The words hurt. Of course they do. And they're right. Of course they are. He's pretty much fucked up everything but maybe he'll keep fucking up everything and the odds are that one day he'll get it right, because he can't afford not to. Not here.]
I don't care what you know. I don't care who you are. In fact I don't even think you have a plan, because you don't know this situation, do you? You don't know what's going on. You don't know what everyone's been through. You haven't watched them killing each other senselessly for fucking days.
[oh. that came out rather harsh. And he's rather close. Well it wasn't like there was much to go.
Still- there was one thing that was true, despite how pathetic he was or how much he fucked up or even Izzy was the King of England]
Anyway, I don't answer to you. I outrank you. [he tosses his hair out of his eyes] So when I need you or I just want to say hello, you can count on me stopping on by.
[and he turns and shows himself out, shutting the door behind him]