Drunk and Stumbling {Lancelot} Blitz

[Tom]

M I N O S

How many times has he gotten drunk now? Too many times for Minos to keep track, alcohol pumping in his system. Some sort of wine that he easily downed and some hard liquor that the capitol carried around, flowed throughout him. A drunken smile on his face as he moved through areas of the training center, silence filling the building to it’s core. Stumbling steps in hallways as Minos’ eyes stare straight ahead, trying to find his way back to his room. Lost, drunk, and somehow confused. His body tried following back to the room using muscle memory, but his body wasn’t listening. Control was broken between his body and Minos was suffering from it.

His senses were pretty much as useless as could be. Minos was just a giant toddler walking around aimlessly and would either pass out drunk on the floor or find someone to take him back to his room. That’s when his drunkenness took himself to the room that was nearby. Silence filled the hallway and his small chuckle reached his ears. His mind going into overdrive, telling him not to interrupt whoever was behind door number one. A drunken smile and a loud knock on the door. His voice slurred, “ish anyoneeeee hommmmee.” A laugh erupting right after.

Drunken off of his ass, alone, trying to get to bed to wake up to the worst headache he’s ever had. Minos was such a good guy, that he knocked again, until the door opened. A blonde girl whose looks could strike him down in an instant stood before him. All he wanted to do was pull her into a hug and kiss her sweet lips. His voice was what came out first, “Help mmme home pleashe?” The druggie tried to give his eyes that got him whatever he wanted, but it was probably failing since after all, he couldn’t eve really understand anything going on. A lost boy who’s stuck in the darkness.

Made by Frankel

[lance]

[presto][/presto]

WHEN OBLIVION IS CALLING OUT YOUR NAME

Of all the things that Natalie had been expecting that evening, a knock on the door had not been among the top of that list.

In fact, it was very near the bottom. Macaroon was out doing who knows what, and he rarely bothered to knock to begin with, and their escort had been pretty much AWOL since the train, not that Natalie could blame him.

So when the heavy, uneven knocking sounded against the door, she wasn't sure what to expect. Eyeing the door warily, she briefly pondered whether or not she had imagined it. After all, it was late, and in the time she had been here, there hadn't been a single visitor that hadn't been expected.

But then the knock came again, and curiosity got the best of her.

Putting her book down, she got to her feet and walked over to the door. She paused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, before opening.

The unsteady, clearly intoxicated form of the boy from District Five greeted her, eyes unfocused and a stupid grin adorning his face. The all-too-familiar stench of alcohol smacked into her nasal cavity, and she instinctively flinched.

Alcohol and her did not have a pleasant history together.

But instead of lashing out, the boy simply spoke. Or attempted to, at least.

“Help mmme home pleashe?”

She felt something stir in her chest. Alcohol was most definitely a toxin, one that corrupted and controlled and transformed someone into someone they were not.

But as she kept needing to remind herself, it affected each person differently. It had turned her father into someone much meaner, much more aggressive.

The boy from Five just looked pathetic.

Quickly, she weighed her options. Five's floor was three stories below hers, which meant that getting him down there or even to the elevator would be a problem to begin with, as the boy was noticeably larger than she was. She briefly considered going to get one of his mentors, but quickly tossed that idea aside as well. Patricia Valfierno scared the shit out of her anyway, and she did not want to be around when she was annoyed or pissed.

So she decided upon her third idea, and took a firm grip of the boy's left arm with her own. "Come on in." she said quietly. "You can stay here for a while."

Yeah, sleep off the booze until you're in a state of mind to leave yourself. she thought, directing the boy to her bed. Cause Ripred knows what could happen otherwise.

YOU ALWAYS TAKE IT FURTHER THAN I EVER CAN