Topic: Bottoms Up

Silver Starblade

Date: 2011-10-13 18:59 EST
as always, posted with permission

"The Cap"ain?" Patrick scratched his head, unused to the shortness of his new haircut. He blinked, staring at the woman in front of him. She was beautiful and made Patrick's head spin. He knew she was a Granger even before she introduced herself. He may look dumb, but Patrick was anything but. Awkward, yes, but not stupid, and Grangers were not people to be kept waiting.

"Sh..she's.." He began, only to be interrupted by another crewmate. The older man grinned, eyeing the woman with a twinkle in his eye.

"She's at the Aspidochelone."

Patrick nodded and moved to walk past the woman. "I can take you there." He managed, after regaining his wits. Silver had come back to the ship, only to grab a folder and some work and head out again. Now a Granger was inquiring as to her whereabouts. The woman didn't seem angry nor authoritative, so Patrick took that as a good sign.

"I know where it is." Caroline stated, offering the young man a smile.

"Oh." Patrick's face fell. He was hoping to escort her to the tavern to be in the company of a pretty lady, and so that the others would see him in such. His own ego could use some boosting, and it was as if Caroline could sense it.

"But I would prefer an escort at this late hour." She finished and Patrick's smile reappeared as he led her through the town. The Aspidochelone was an upscale tavern on the outskirts of the ports. Silver usually frequented the place when she had serious business to attend to or meetings with important folk. Otherwise, she preferred the dives that lined the dockside.

Patrick pushed open the door to the tavern, allowing Caroline to enter before he did. The tender glanced up questioningly at seeing Patrick in the company of a Granger. The well dressed man tilted his head to the back of the room where Patrick spied a familiar polished boot tapping against the floor, long, tanned fingers keeping rhythm on the table. Silver was bent attentively over the papers splayed out in front of her, two empty tankards of ale pushed to the back of the booth and a half drunk one right by her arm. It must be important work, Patrick mused, for her to be nursing ale instead of rum.

"Cap"ain." Patrick interrupted, watching as both her foot and her hand fell silent. Her eyes rose to the duo in front of her. A smile appeared as she attempted to shuffle her papers in some sort of order.

"Caroline." She waved a hand at the bench across from her in the secluded booth. "I wasn't expecting you to bring the information from the meeting the same night! I hope I did not miss the good parts after I had to leave." She grinned, looking up at Patrick. "I'll be along shortly."

Patrick nodded, lingering hesitantly before he turned and nearly scampered out of the tavern. Silver raised a hand to the tender before she paused, looking at Caroline. "What do you drink" And please don't tell me nothing, especially after this evening's meeting.?


Caroline Granger

Date: 2011-10-13 20:03 EST
((posted with permission))

"You know what? Let's make it a pint of lager and a whiskey chaser," Caroline sighed, far more relaxed now than she had been at the close of the meeting itself, dropping onto a seat beside Silver. "Sorry I'm late, Fionna bought me a drink straight after." She grinned in relief, shucking off her jacket and fishing her wallet out of her bag. "Believe me, you didn't miss much."

Silver finished shuffling her papers into neat stacks, sliding them into three folders, which she in turn piled on top of each other. "So I missed drinks on the Governor's tab. Damnit." She smiled as the tender dropped a lager, whiskey and a bottle of rum with two glasses on the table. Silver slid a few coins over to him, which he took and walked off. "Anything else important?"

"Aside from Wolvinator and Matt constantly trying to start an argument' No, not really." Caroline snorted, downing her whiskey in one wincing gulp. She shuddered, enjoying the ruthless burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat. "Gods, I've been looking forward to that all night. So what dragged you away, or was it sheer boredom?"

"Oh, not boredom, though I've seen more excitement in watching paint dry." Silver laughed, uncorking the bottle of rum and pouring a rather large amount into one of the glasses. "Though I always seem to miss the good stuff, like arguments and fights. Guess it means I need to make my own." She tipped the glass toward Caroline before downing half the drink in one sip. She placed the glass back down on the table, sliding it around in her fingers. "Just had some work to finish up by morning. How's business for you?"

Caroline chuckled in response to Silver's infectious laugh, absently scratching her bare arm before taking a large gulp of her lager. "Oh, about usual," she nodded, rolling her eyes. "Finally seem to have recovered from the fire bombing, at least in the business sense. Every other sense, not so much, but what can you do?" She shrugged, sniffing the rum thoughtfully before taking a mouthful and coughing at the strength. "Bloody hell ....aside from hunting the bastards down and feeding them their own spleens, of course. And I'm supposed to be the nice Granger."

Silver snorted at Caroline's last comment. "Right, considering you just about laughed at everyone during the meeting." She grinned, finishing off her drink and pouring more. "It's okay if you want to stick to your lager..." She teased, leaning back against the bench. "Business has been ....slower than usual, though it just means being more creative in finding it."

"I haven't been properly drunk in years, I think I deserve it after keeping it together in there tonight," was Caroline's nearly belligerent response, her fingers tightening protectively on her glass of rum. "I must be overtired, I don't usually find things like that funny. Mind you, the thought of Batman or Superman alive and well and trying to clean up Rhy'Din -" In a burst of severely unladylike snorts and guffaws, all Caroline's pent-up laughter suddenly made itself known at the mental image of a man in tights trying to convince the supremely independent citizens of Rhy'Din that he knew what he was doing.

A single brow arched as Caroline began laughing like a madwoman. Silver attempted to figure out why, until she gave up, her attempt at not laughing causing her to nearly choke before she grinned and took another drink. "I'm not quite sure what a superhero is, but someone named Bat-man sounds interesting. And the thought of not being properly drunk in years is disheartening. Mystifying, almost."

"Oh gods ..." Caroline gasped for breath, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes as she struggled to bring herself even slightly under control. "Here, let me show you ..." Dragging a napkin and a pen out of her bag, she drew a rough sketch of Superman on it, making a big issue of the tights and underpants on the outside. "That's Superman." Grinning, she passed the decorated napkin over to Silver, taking another drink of rum before putting the dead glass back down. "Can't even dress himself properly, but he still saves the world on a regular basis." She snickered again, rolling her eyes. "Only Earth could come up with a concept like that."

"Is that underwear?" She pointed at the sketch before laughing herself as Caroline nodded. "Isn't that backwards" And he saves the world?" She grinned again, shaking her head. "Some things never cease to amuse me no matter how long I've been here." She eyed the sketch again before looking at the red faced woman across from her. "I think you might have a second career as an artist." Silver's fingers plucked the napkin from the table. "I mean seriously, this should be hung up."

"Oh gods, no, Ollie's the artist in this family," Caroline chuckled, shaking her head. "Richmond has a ton of comic books dedicated to Superman on his yacht. But anyway, that's why I was having trouble keeping it together tonight - I'm just too tired to take vigilantes in Rhy'Din seriously." A thought struck her, bringing another mega-watt grin to her face as she drank herself to the half-point point. "We could set ourselves up as the saviors of Rhy'Din, what do you think" Textile Woman and Captain Flashy-Pants."

"Captain Flashy-Pants?" Silver glanced down at her boring, brown pants before laughing again. "Well, only if I can get a nifty costume like this guy." She waved the napkin before it fluttered to the table. "I'm all for running around Rhy'din taking out badguys." Once more she tipped the bottle toward Caroline in a silent salute before pouring more into her glass. "However, I don't think this is the place for such ....endeavors. Might have to move the party elsewhere."

"I refuse to believe a woman like you doesn't have extra special underwear you could whip on over your usual clothes to become a superheroine," Caroline chuckled, eyeing Silver with impish good humor before turning her attention to downing the rest of her lager. So she didn't drink often; she'd earned the right to get falling down drunk tonight.

"Are you implying something, Councilwoman?" Silver chuckled, slamming back her drink before setting the glass down and plucking the bottle off the table. She scooped up the folders, crossing the tavern in a few strides and sliding them across to the innkeeper. After a few words with him, she swung around and waved to Caroline. "I know a much more welcoming place for drinking, if you're not above mingling with the peasants, Granger."

Caroline snorted with laughter, swinging around on her chair to watch as Silver moved across the room. "Oh, we're moving on, are we?" she chuckled, rising a little unsteadily from her seat with bag and jacket looped over her arm. "Me, mingle with peasants" I don't know what you're talking about, captain. I am, of course, above such vulgar activities such as drinking."

"I clearly see that." Silver grinned, dimpling a cheek. Caroline was well ahead of her and she had some catching up to do on the walk back to the docks. "I don't think Germaine would like it if we tore up his bar, plus the patrons here aren't very friendly." She shoved open the door, stepping into the late night (or early morning, depending who you asked) air.

Caroline wasn't a heavy drinker at the best of times. Tonight, however, she'd already determined to do her damndest to earn the hangover coming. Stepping out into the cooler air, heels clicking on the stone beneath them, she flung her arms wide and breathed in deep. "Oh, wow, that stinks!" Coughing, she shook her head again, still slightly giggling. "So where do you recommend for friendly punters who won't mind a loud drunk or two?"

"Punters?" Silver laughed, tipping back the bottle to her lips, and very unladylike, she ran her arm across her mouth to wipe it clean. "I don't think we'll be the only drunks. In fact, I think we need to get more drunk in order to fit in. Broken Harpoon is bound to be entertaining, though I'm not sure how good your right hook is. You might need it there, or we could try the Rusty Scupper." Silver took another swig, watching Caroline manage to walk semi-straight down the cobblestones in heels.

"Hey, now, I'm a Granger! I've got the best right hook in the whole of Maple Grove!" Mostly because none of the boys still lived at home anymore, but she didn't need to mention that, did she? "You need to get more drunk. I'm already floating!"

Silver Starblade

Date: 2011-10-20 20:08 EST
Silver chuckled at Caroline's drunkenness. She was beginning to feel left out, and began to take long swigs from the bottle, seeming as if she was never going to come up for air. The Captain was well on her way to being piss-drunk as she spotted a sailor lying in the street. Silver dropped down onto her haunches, pushing him over onto his side, only to be met with a rather angry grumble as the man rolled himself back onto the pavement, face down. With a grin, she tugged the half-full bottle out of his hands and replaced it with her own empty one.

"Free liquor." She laughed, using a sleeve to give the opening a good cleaning before taking a sip and wincing as the liquid burned down her throat.

"Hot damn!" She hissed, lifting the bottle to look at the label, only there wasn't one.

"I'm betting moonshine." She wickedly grinned, handing it over to Caroline as the noise from the taverns amplified the closer they got to the docks. Overhead, a sign swung on rusted hinges, though whether it was from the salty air or lack of upkeep, she wasn't sure. The sign showed a man aiming a broken harpoon at a rather large white whale.

"Here we are, Granger, if you're ready to handle yourself admist some of the rowdiest drunks in the port." Silver shoved open the door with a hand, allowing Caroline to enter first. The tavern was dimly lit, the windows covered over in years of accumulated grime and dust. Inside was crammed with drunk and nearly passed out sailors, a few singing bawdy sea-shanties in the corner while another table pounded their mugs in time. The tender, a lanky man with graying hair, was pulling bottles of mead and ale as fast as his hands could go while the barmaids (in very low cut dresses) batted eyelashes at the patrons and made sure to put their wares on display. Silver stepped in behind Caroline, immediately feeling at home amongst the smell of sweat, salt and ale. Behind the door was some poor, unlucky gent whose nose looked to have been broken before he even hit the floor. Silver slid a boot out to poke at him before continuing past toward the bar, reaching for the bottle of moonshine from her companion.

"Ol" Hempen will hold your things?" She motioned to Caroline's jacket and bag. "And nothin" will go missing. Promise." Silver's smiled was lopsided. "And you have yet to be properly introduced to the...patrons." She was clearly three-sheets to the wind since the introduction of the moonshine, and before Caroline had a chance to respond, the Captain turned toward the crowded room and hollered "Ahoy, gents!" raising both her arms, and the bottle over her head.

The room erupted in hollering. Silver climbed atop a table, nearly toppling off if it wasn't for a few rather grabby hands that kept her upright. Standing atop it, she swung the bottle out. "Who wants to hear a story?"


Caroline Granger

Date: 2011-10-21 04:52 EST
Silver swayed on the table as she yanked Caroline up next to her. "Gents, meet m'new friend, Caroline. Caroline here's drunk." Silver smiled widely, her statement met with a hearty round of cheering and foot stomping. "But she swears she's up to the challenge." Silver swung the bottle around, nearly falling off the table with the motion. When she finally got herself situated, she held the bottle to the Granger. "Might wanna take a long swig, Granger." She hissed with a grin. "If your story ain't good, we're gonna get thrown out."

"St'ry?" The mistress of GrangerGuild blinked owlishly at Silver, utterly gobsmacked by the speed with which things had started to happen. Surely a night out was supposed to be at your own pace" "What sort of story?"

"C'mon, love, pull y'knickers out y'arse an' speak up!" a coarse, but definitely feminine voice yelled out of the rowdy crowd toward the back of the pub, the challenging tone instantly putting Caroline's back up. "Mebbe she's too drunk even t'do that, eh, lads?"

In the midst of the raucous jeers that followed, a glower was aimed at the speaker, the retort formed with icy good manners. "My dear lady, just because you spend your time with your own knickers around your ankles does not mean the rest of us have to."

"Here, Lil, she's got y'there!" A chorus of agreeing guffaws drowned out the woman's first reaction, which quickly focused in on the grinning Caroline where she stood on her table, clinging onto Silver as she took a drunkenly smug bow.

"Why, you -" There was a thump from near where the heckling woman was standing, and she dropped out of sight as the sailors turned their laughing attention back to Silver and her friend.

"I am not drunk," Caroline proceeded to inform the crowd, wrapping an arm so firmly around Silver's neck to keep her right there that she might as well have been attempting to strangle the captain, however politely. "I am happily merry and partaking in a bit of rough with my friend here ..." There was a pause as she gestured toward Silver with a thoughtful frown. "....who I will introduce as soon as I remember her name."

"So, you folks want a story' That I can do." This being Caroline, gods alone knew what she was about to come out with, but with any luck, it shouldn't be too prim and proper. Then again, she did spend a lot of time with Brynne, so if it got too bawdy, she was going to need rescuing.

As it turned out, the story never happened. Apparently Lil could dish it out, but she couldn't take it. One surprisingly burly hand wrapped itself around Caroline's ankle and pulled, whipping the distinctly smaller woman off her feet and onto her back on the table with a loud thump and a yell of pain. Caroline got her eyes refocused just in time to lurch herself out of the path of a meaty fist, dropping onto the floor as her head spun. And with no other option open to her at that moment, she grabbed a handful of Lil's skirt, lifted it, and sank her teeth into the woman's calf.

Silver Starblade

Date: 2011-10-27 19:20 EST
Silver couldn't figure out if she was more pissed that Caroline forgot her name, or that the woman was more drunk than she was. Damn it! Silver took an extra long swig of the stolen moonshine, and nearly spit it out as Caroline gave lip to Lil. She began coughing, banging her fist against her chest in attempt to clear the burning, choking sensation, and within seconds, Lil had launched herself at Caroline.

And a mug came flying at Silver's head.

Luckily she ducked, just in time to see one of the patrons making a bull-like rush at her from across the room. She waited until the right moment before she rose and kicked out a booted foot. It connected rather harshly with the man's chest, sending him sprawling backwards. Silver grinned, proud that she didn't break the bottle of liquor; but the feeling was shortlived as she was shoved off the table and fell in a heap on the floor.

"Motherf"ing lice infected blowfish!" She swore, watching the last few drops of liquor spill from the cracked bottle. Silver rolled out of the way of an incoming chair, scrambling out of the way to stand. She quickly took a glance around the room, watching the mayhem that was destroying the tavern.

In a matter of minutes, the tavern had gone from rowdy and ready to listen to a story to utter pandemonium. At least it wasn't her fault, and therefor she would not feel bad when she didn't pay for repairs. Those that were drunkest were barely standing upright and swinging wildly at the walls and anyone that dared to move close enough to them. A few of the rowdier bunch were using anything and everything they got their hands on to pummel others. And the majority was just destroying what they could. Chairs were flying, tables were overturned and one barmaid was using her tray as a weapon to bash the men on their heads.

In short, it was glorious.

"Arrrrrgh!" The female Captain glanced to her left just in time to see some half drunk man growling and stumbling in her direction. The situation was quickly remedied by the smashing of the empty bottle over his head.

"Granger!? She yelled, wondering if the woman was still alive. Silver shoved her way through the chaos, ducking haymakers and wild punches whilst picking up half drunk tankards and shards of broken chairs along her way. Weapons always came in handy in situations like this.


Caroline Granger

Date: 2011-10-28 05:32 EST
And where was Caroline in the midst of this chaos" Up against the bar with Lil's hands around her throat, currently. In the madness of the first outbreak of the fight, she'd been kicked in the shoulder and knocked away by the outraged doxey, scrambling away in time to be grabbed and slammed face first into the bar by her hair. Thank the gods for Ollie's impromptu lessons on how to get hit; the bruises were going to be impressive come morning, but at least nothing was broken yet.

With four male cousins her own age who had been very up for rough play as children, no one could ever have said that Caroline was delicate. Nor did she fight fair. With the confidence of liquid courage racing through her system, growing more potent with the rush of adrenalin, she reached back over the bar, grabbing the nearest bottle to bring it down hard over the idiotic Lil's head. The woman shrieked and stumbled away, clawing at the shards of glass in her hair and over her bosom as pure whiskey dribbled into the minute scratches to bring them stinging to life.

Grinning, Caroline reached over the bar again for her belongings, nodding unsteadily to the barkeep, Hempen. "I'll pay f' the damage, promise!" Before he could answer, she'd ducked out of the path of flailing fist and begun the dangerous task of crossing the room without getting herself another black eye.

A carelessly flung punch caught her lip on the backswing, though, sending her staggering backwards right out through the door to land in a laughing heap on the cobbles outside, with only the briefest of glimpses toward Silver who was yelling for her. With a glorious shiner beginning to make itself known and a thick lip from that last thump, no one would ever have suspected that this was Caroline Granger, giggling in the gutter as though she was having the time of her life.

As she flailed her arms to be helped back onto her feet, she let out a cheerful sigh of contentment. "So where to now, cap'n?"

Silver Starblade

Date: 2011-11-07 19:55 EST
Silver swung out with the broken chair leg she had picked up on her way through the brawl, feeling it connect with the head of some unfortunate bloke who got in her way. She dropped the leg ontop of the man as he fell in a heap on the floor, ducking and weaving her way through the mess that was the tavern.

She deftly dodged out of an incoming flail, only to get thwacked with an elbow right into her face. Silver grimaced, reaching up to rub her cheek just as she tripped over an overturned chair and went sprawling on the floor.

"Merciful Mishakal!" She swore, untangling herself just in time to avoid two rather large, and rather smelly bodies tumbling her way.

"Caroline!" She yelled again, glancing around the mess just in time to see Granger standing outside the door. How in the hell did she get outside so fast' Silver grinned, wincing as the movement caused her face to protest in pain. Well, this was turning into a great night.

She headed the last few yards toward the door, spotting one, single unbroken bottle of whiskey on a nearby table. Still feeling a bit sober, Silver lunged for the bottle just as a chair headed toward it. She was quicker, and the bottle was safely in her fingers as the chair hit her square on and sent her flying into the window.

The glass cracked and shattered out into the street, her free arm flying out to brace against the wall as only half of her tumbled out the broken window. Silver glanced over her shoulder at the road before laughing and turning to leap through it.

"I think the choice is yours, Granger." Silver gave a half grin, half wince as she took a swig of the whiskey, coughing as the bottle was lowered from her lips.

Caroline Granger

Date: 2011-11-08 09:34 EST
"Cap'n! You made it!" Still sitting on the ground, Caroline waved her hands cheerfully in greeting as Silver came crashing through the window, more than a little envious in her drunken state that the captain seemed to have gotten out without even a single bruise to match her own thick lip and black eye.

Dragging herself up onto her feet, Caroline looped her arm clumsily around Silver's, swaying off-balance a moment before righting herself and heading off in the first direction that came to mind, away from the docks and further into the city. Behind them came the clear sound of the Watch arriving to take a tally of the barfight they had conveniently begun and then scarpered from.

"What d'you say we give those vigilante people something to think about?" she suggested through a wide, inebriated grin. "I know where we can get hold of some paint - I have keys!"

Into her bag went her hands, and after a lot of rummaging which turned up tampons, pepper spray, her ID, and a small photo-book, she finally produced a heavy ring that was jangling with the keys to every workshop and warehouse GrangerGuild owned in the city.

"Let's paint a thank you letter from Rhy'Din on the Founders!"

Silver Starblade

Date: 2011-11-16 20:49 EST
Silver grinned at Caroline, the curved lips quickly descending into a wince as the welt on her cheek started to form from the hit she took on the way out. She quickly raised the bottle she managed to pilfer for a rather long, long, long sip (if it could be called that. More like gulping) before she dropped it to the ground in a crash.

Silver took a few steps toward Caroline, wobbling a bit, though one couldn't be sure if it was from the alcohol finally kicking in, or the pain shooting up her side from her fall off the table. That was sure to leave a mark by morning.

"Paint?" The Captain stared at Caroline for a long, dumbfounded moment. Fists, bottles, chair legs, hell, even half naked people, she could deal with in her liquored up stupor, but what in the hell did Caroline want paint for"

"Like, a piss-ture?" Silver's foot shot out to the right as her whole body tilted that way until she righted herself again. "Why in the seven'ells woul'ya wanna paint a pissure right now Granger?"

But before she could get an answer, Caroline had turned and darted down one of the streets, keys jingling merrily in her fingers. Silver muttered something about being too drunk for art as she followed Caroline.

Caroline Granger

Date: 2011-11-19 21:04 EST
The warehouse that Caroline finally managed to open up, giggling all the way, turned out to contain textile dyes of just about every hue you could imagine. Dark and silent, it echoed with the footsteps of the two women as they entered, the Granger's voice sounding almost hollow in the vast space.

"Paint!" she declared, turning to offer Silver a bow that almost ended with her tipping straight over onto her face, had she not managed to grab the nearest thing to hand - unfortunately, that proved to be Silver's boobs. "Oops ....sorry! At least you've got plenty to play with!"

Grinning in her wild, happily-inebriated way, she regained her balance - just about - and tottered off toward the nearest aisle of storage, rummaging without the assistance of light to guide her. "I hope you like pretty colors, cap'n, because I dunno how manly this aisle is. Pers'n'ly just hopin' it's not pink, me."

She reappeared with two substantial cans swinging from her hands, each holding at least a gallon of paint. In the dim light, it was just possible to make out what hue she had managed to pilfer without bringing the whole place down on herself ....Burlesque Red and Bahama Blue, both bold colors that would show up on pretty much anything that wasn't already that color itself.

"Hold these while I lock up." Silver wasn't given any option as Caroline heaved the heavy cans toward her, turning usher them both out into the street and lock the warehouse up behind them. Then she turned, taking charge of one of the cans, and tottered off down the street in the direction of the Founders Park, singing at the top of her lungs a bawdy song that would have made several of her family members blush and wonder who had managed to possess their cousin.

"Twas back in `63, when the captain he went to sea; Born of a whore, was cast ashore, a son of the beach was he. ooooooh! Friggin' in the riggin' ..."

Silver Starblade

Date: 2011-12-05 20:31 EST
Silver stood struck into silence as Caroline Granger grabbed her boobs, but good. If she was prone to screeching, or squealing, or squeeing (or anything else beginning with 'sc') she would've done it. However, she was simply too stunned to even utter a word.

She stood dumbfoundedly as Caroline wobbled off, muttering something about colors and pink before the urge to laugh hit her. It began quietly at first before it tumbled out in a drunken snort, followed by a rather loud boisterous laugh. "Didja just grab m'boobs, Grain-jer?" She slurred, snorting again as the woman unceremoniously tipped paint cans into her hands.

Damn these things were unwieldy. She nearly tipped over sideways, her shoulder slamming into one of the shelves and its contents, sending her nearly sprawling and other cans of paint toppling off the shelves. "Woops." She muttered, snorting once more before laughing and straightening herself up. Silver planted her feet, swinging the cans out, back and forth. "Ya know, these would make for great weapons in a bar fight." She mused, a wild swing, the heavy can nearly causing her to spin in a full circle. Caroline quickly took possession of one of the cans and ushered the Captain back out into the street.

"Founder's park" Dull place." Silver announced, following Caroline. Her keen liquor sense was in working overtime as they wound through the streets, Silver eyeing everyone they passed in attempt to see who had something she could pilfer for her dry throat. "What're we gonna do with these?" She swung the can up, wincing as it hit something and sent a jolt through her arm. She heard a yelp followed by the sound of something falling. Not wanting to glance to her side, she yelled "Hey Granger, I hit somethin'!"

Slowly, the woman looked to her right to see a poor woman slumped against the side of the wall. "Sh*t." Silver muttered. "She's gonna have a hell o'a'eadache." The Captain bent down, looking from the woman to the paint and back again before squatting down and immediately sliding onto her arse from lack of balance. With a grunt, she pulled a dagger from her boot and pried the lid off her Bahama Blue paint can.

Hastily, she scrawled "Sory about the hedache" on the wall with her fingers. She quickly threw an exclamation mark on there before noticing the bag the woman had been carrying had lost it contents. A bottle of tequila had rolled quite near to Silver....and taking it as a sign, she grabbed her paint can and the newly acquired liquor.

"Okay Granger, less'go!" She stood, heading down the street with blue paint sloshing out of the can with each wobbly step. The cork was put in her mouth as she bit it and pried it out, spitting it into the street and offering Caroline the bottle first. "Drink?"

Caroline Granger

Date: 2011-12-14 10:19 EST
The wild swing of Silver's claimed can of paint hadn't gotten Caroline as she pottered, happily drunk, into the night, but the thump from behind her was enough warning that it had gotten somebody else. She came hurrying back, albeit unsteadily, to giggle in vague horror at the sight of the unconscious woman the Captain had assisted to a world of happy little bluebirds.

"She's not dead, righ'?" she asked warily, leaning against the wall to watch as Silver scrawled her apology in bright blue paint against the stone. Her eyes travelled down to the bottle Silver held out to her. "Oooh ....yes, please!"

If any of her family could see her now, they'd be utterly flabberghasted at the sight of cool, calm Caroline swigging neat tequila from the bottle and not even wincing. But then, of all her cousins, only Gigi really knew how much Caroline could drink without falling down in a heap. None of the others had ever thought to test the theory, assuming that she was as much of a lightweight as her brother.

"S'good stuff, that," she complimented Silver contentedly, handing back the bottle. "Wha' shape is a thingy' You know, that you wear?" Her hand gestured vaguely toward her own chest as she blinked toward the other woman curiously, not clarifying the question at all. "Nev'r mind, I got an idea."

With her own can of Burlesque Red swinging enough to speed her up and slow her down, Caroline headed for the main path through the Park, coming to a staggering halt beside the currently quiet Fountain. With thoughtful precision, she put her paint can down, asking rather plaintively, "I can't get it open. Can you? I had an idea, but I can't get it open."

An impish grin appeared on those usually composured features. "I'll give you a big sloppy kiss if you can, just to show how much I love you, c'apn."

Silver Starblade

Date: 2011-12-14 20:09 EST
"Dead..Wha" Dun finkso." Silver responded before brushing her paint-laden fingers off on her pants and leaving streaks of blue behind. She picked up her open paint can, following Caroline through the streets again.

Damn the tequila stung going down and tasted rather horrible, but it was making her insides quite warm.

"What fing I wear?" She was utterly confused as she looked down at her clothes, nearly dropping the paint can as she stopped short to avoid falling into Caroline. Unluckily for her, the quick dodge caused her to stumble and tumble into the fountain, and having both hands occupied between the paint and the tequila, she had no leverage. (Being piss drunk didn't help matters either).

The Captain spluttered and coughed as she righted herself, tequila bottle now floating in the rippling water and paint forming rings around the wet Captain. Silver sat in the water, righting the can of paint before reaching over the edge to put the half empty can back on solid ground. She draped her arms and her head on the ledge. At least the fountain wasn't on or she'd be getting a shower too.

"F—kin' hell." She muttered, slowly pushing herself up and unceremoniously falling in a wet heap at the base of the fountain. "Damn is cold." She grumbled, shivering slightly in the weather. "I dun need no kiss." Silver responded, somewhat angrily despite the hint of a smile, to the now laughing Caroline as she pulled the dagger from her boot, shook off the water droplets and began prying open the can of red paint. "Dis better be worf the chill, Grain-jer."