Sweet Potato [Mischa/Riley]

[Addie]

Have you ever really sat down, or in this case, stood at the kitchen counter and wondered.... Why do I do this? by this it could mean anything... go on, go to school, work that job..... pick through the bag of baby carrots to find the long skinny ones.. >__>;.. Really? Just stood, sat, laid down, or rolled on the ground and questioned such things. What makes such things roam in the minds of people?
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A simple answer for a simple question.

B.O.R.E.D.O.M.

A day with nothing, a week with nothing, perhaps a month with nothing breaking the cycle. Enough to make any person lost in the routine of life to ask... WHY!?

Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep, eat, work, sleep, work, eat, work, sleep....

There has to be more to it, something I'm missing. I really need to introduce more into life.

Step One:

GO OUT.

Addie was standing in front of the fridge,a bag of baby carrots in one hand and a fist full of thin carrots in her other hand. She had been staring into the abyss of the fridge, sucked into the light and mixes of colours. Like a child in front of brain eating cartoons, she was lost to the world..momentarily. It took something like the deep chiming of the grandfather clock. one, two,three, four, five, six.... Six'o'clock.

Shaking her head, the brunette looked from the fridge down to the carrots. Sighing, the girl returned them and closed the bag. Drowning her boredom in the deliciousness of the vegetable drawer wasn't the way to make things more interesting. Addie wasn't sure where to go or what to do...WAIT! There was one thing everyone her aged LOVED... UNDER AGED DRINKING! Perhaps the youth of America lived by the Canadian philosophy... 18- vote, watch porn, and gamble... 19- drink..drink...and...DRINK?

It was the way of the people, so too shall it be her way. Closing the fridge door, Addie wandered off to her room. it was time to plan out some clothes. To wear something nice, comfortable, and something that wouldn't attract sleaze bags.. Unless... SMASH!?!!? Oh the options, she couldn't help but think on them all. After all, her choice would impact the rest of the night. Black button up tank link top, with a white shirt with no collar and puffy sleeves, a white ribbon on the front, black short shorts, with white stockings that were attached to her shorts by black straps, she was also wearing knee high black boots with a heel on them and a thick scar that poked out from her shirt on her left shoulder. BACK TO THE BASICS. Addie was having a hard time with the whole conservative approach. Collared shirts weren't exactly her cup of tea. Scar or no scar, she'd get nowhere diluting her mind into believing she'd be better off playing it safe.

That was the whole reason she had been at home so much.

Her hair was down, although she'd probably change that at some point during the evening. With her wallet tucked away in the pocket of her shorts, her keys in the other pocket.. Addie was ready to go! OUT INTO THE WORLD...AWAY~~~~

With the speed of one hundred business men in a rush, Addie was down the stairs, and out to get her taxi. Oh yes, smart girl called a head of time. Within no time at all, she was at a bar,one where they particularly didn't care about IDing those who appeared. Oh yes, everyone's dream. She'd wander in...so let the awkwardness begin.

Where to start?

She'd walk towards the bar and stare at the wall for a few moments, several more.. She was lost. Perhaps it had been too long?

Drrrrrriinnkkkkk.

[Mischa Badoer]

There was a time the bathroom floor was Mischa's best friend as she whined and complained about being alone. She missed her girlfriend...well she missed Kev... she wasn't her girl friend anymore... Though a few weeks ago when she woke from a coma she at least discovered she had one friend, Riley Dalton. It helped her live by the few weeks... up until she saw Kev at the school grounds and of course fell into some deep chats with each other that lead to her spending the night to simply comfort the girl.

Now here she was. Wanting to get totally trashed.

She was wearing something pretty simple and stuck a grey bomber jacket on before grabbing the keys to head out the door and texted Riley.

Meet you at the bar!

She would get in her car and drive to the bar she had chosen for her and Riley to hang out. Mischa would stick her keys in a box and hide it behind her tire... she won't remember where it is drunk and try to drive home. Though she could have sworn she was just a bad driver sober as she was drunk. She ruined soooooo many cars... but in her defense people were shooting at her.

She entered the space and already her nose was filled with smoke from cigarettes... which made her crave a prime time. So while she slipped one into her mouth and lit it, she headed towards the bar. Her elbows leaned on the bar counter as she tried thinking of what she wanted... picking at the bar nuts. She didn't want to get trashed until Riley showed so she just wanted something to sip on...

"Tequila shot please."

Never mind...

Mischa would pour the salt on her fist and exhale. She hadn't gotten wasted since..hmmm... she didn't remember. She never drank the stuff 'cause Kevala had a drinking problem and she didn't want to drink it in front of her and provoke the problem out of Kev. She licked the salt and shot down the alcohol. She quickly grabbed for a lime wedge then bit into it making a face that could tell anyone she wasn't used to that burning taste. As she shook her face she saw someone in the corner of her sight. She looked all too familiar. Mischa walked up to her to get a better look and..well..

"Addie!? OMG! ADDZ-AH-PAZ WAZ UP!?" she said holding her arms out to hug the girl....how you can tell they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

[Riley Dalton]

Riley stared at the message on his cellphone screen. And stared. And stared some more. He had just come home from buying food, 'cause the little dude needed to eat, and had just finished putting the groceries away, when he received the text message from Mischa. Chuckling quietly to himself, Riley headed out of his apartment in the clothes he was currently wearing, and onto the sidewalk, as he hopped onto his motorcycle and drove to the location in the text. The moment he arrived and parked his motorcycle, Riley headed in, he didn't even have to show his I.D, since he looked old enough. And technically, he was, biologically, he looked 18, but technically, he was 19.

He scanned the area, looking around, until he spotted a familiar face... or two. "Addie!?" He exclaimed, as he stared rather blankly for a little while, before snapping out of his daze and made his way over, confirming that it was indeed Addie. "Addie! Holy moley, it is you!" He said as he went to hug her, more than likely lifting her up off the ground slightly from it, as he ordered some drink with a name that sounded tropical. "Yo Mischa, you might want to try having some tequila with that salt." He joked, cracking a wise guy grin at her. "Biznatch, we never got to finish our challenge back at the club in Long Beach, how about we finish it right here, right now?"

[Addie]

She was caught off guard by the approach of a familiar face, perhaps not someone she was really super friendly with back in the day. Smiling the brunette looked to Mischa and waved, she was at a loss of words for a moment, seeing as the girl wanted a hug.A little out of her norm, but when in a bar hug everyone and say.

"Mischa! Where have you been all this time!?I haven't talked to you in...for..ever!" She'd hug the girl and laugh, breaking the hug only to put an arm around the girl and say,"I need more of you in my life!" Two very cliche things constantly said in bars by drunk college students.

With that Addie would laugh again and take a step back, "Sorry, ha ha ha. Couldn't help that one." She'd smile. The feeling of her hair being down wasn't fun, actually it was actually really annoying. "So,how have you been?"

Pulling an elastic from her pocket, she'd pull her hair back again. Listening to Mischa if she replied while re-braiding it. Of course, she was interrupted by the call of a friend. A voice she could pick out in a crowd, looking in the direction in came from.. A blonde male... Riley? She'd stare in his direction for a moment before he'd hurry over to them. Hug and lift!! Huge and lift! Always the same with Riley. She'd hug him back and smile.

"Riley, we always seem to run into each other! ha ha ha ha. How have you been?"

Friends~ It was a good night, it was probably a good idea to have ditched the vegetable drawer. After all, had she not, Addie probably wouldn't have run into two of her dear friends. "Challenge?" She was curious as to what Mischa and Riley had to finish. Curious.

[Mischa Badoer]

Addie seemed happy she saw Mischa... but not as thrilled as she would have been if the two were better of friends... heh... maybe Mischa could change that. She needed more friends... what better to do it with an old acquaintance?

"I need more Addz-ah-paz in my life." she said laughing at the joke. Meh...And Addie got a new nickname. Then Riley showed up. A smile came to her face as she saw the good ol' blonde goofball. She had been living with him since she got back from the hospital. She sold the house Kev had bought her... but kept all the stuff in the pizzeria's loft... where she too was staying when she needed some alone time away from Riley...away from everyone.

"Hey Riley, you made it!" she would say once he greeted Addie.

"Yo Mischa, you might want to try having some tequila with that salt."

Her brows slunk down as she faked a laugh to insinuate his joke wasn't funny.

"Biznatch, we never got to finish our challenge back at the club in Long Beach two years ago, how about we finish it right here, right now?"

"Challenge?"

Mischa would second that question. She didn't remember any challenges... maybe it was to get super wasted...which was her plan for the night.... but man that was two years ago! "Bring it on, bitch!" she would yell at Riles jokingly as she ordered six shots.

She held up a shot as if it were a cheers moment...'cause she was making it a cheers moment. And she was nice by ordering shots that tasted like juice rather than liquid fire...

"To a good night with friends! MAY ALL OUR CHEESY LINES BECOME MORE SLURRED AS THE NIGHT COMES UNTO US!" and that was there queue to to take the shot......then immediately after take the second.

Three shots into the night >:3

[Riley Dalton]

"Hey Addie!" He said, as he hugged her back before placing her back down on the floor. "Hahaha, I know right? I've been alright." He replied, as he grinned back at Mischa, except for the days when Mischa needed time alone by herself, she became his temporary roommate at his apartment. "Damn straight I made it! I wouldn't miss this for the world!" He cracked a wise guy grin as he saw Mischa's eyebrows sink down and let out a fake laugh, he knew his joke was crappy, but when he was with his friends, he didn't care much if he was making a fool of himself. "Hahaha, well, not really a challenge, more like an unofficial challenge of who could drink more shots and not pass out before the other." He explained as he chuckled happily and finished off the drink he had ordered just as Mischa ordered six shots and held one up for a toast.

"Cheers to that!" He toasted back, as he lifted the shot glass up and downed it in one gulp. Having spent quite a bit of time in clubs while he had stayed in Long Beach and in university in France, he had become even more accustomed to alcohol by now, and his alcohol tolerance had further increased. Placing the glass back down on the table, he grabbed another one and downed it, as he ordered one for himself, and another one for Mischa and Addie. "Bring it on Mischa!" He grinned, as he slid the shot over to her and lifted another glass up. Being around with Addie and Mischa made Riley remember and realize just how much he missed hanging around with them during the two years he had been in France, just acting like a little kid with them. Good times.

[Addie]

Addie couldn't help- but smile,it was funny to see people in a bar having so much fun. Fun was good, perhaps the night wouldn't be interrupted this time. She'd lean against the counter and watch her friends for a few moments. Drinking contest? That sounded like ti would be fun, good fun. Laughing, she'd turn and order a shot of whiskey. Burned and made yeh feel all warm inside. The challenge was one where you had to drink and not pass out.. Fun. Addie smiled, taking the shot glass and bringing it to her lips only to take the contents in one full swing.

Gross but good.

"Sounds like fun."

Looking back, she'd see Mischa ordering shots and of course saying something cute and cheesy. How like her. Smiling, Addie took the shot and drank. Perhaps not the best mixes of flavours in her mouth. Oh well. Laughing, she'd nod. "Fruity." Nice, but so-so. Addie hadn't really developed much of a taste of all the others, she just remember what was always in her house back home with her father.

"So, what brought the both of you to this area?" Addie asked in a friendly tone, smiling as she looked at them. All the while contemplating what her next drink would be.


[[OOC: - o- FAIL.. SORRY D: muse being gheeyyyyyy]

[Mischa Badoer]

Riley ordered some more shots.

4 shots in.

"So, what brought the both of you to this area?"

Mischa looked over at Addz-a-paz with that large grin on her face. "It has been a long time since I had done this... and.. felt my life was past due for a drunken stupor... that and I've been bunking with Riles over here so I forced him out with me." she would pat him on the back then order herself a shot of Jack Daniels. She took it as fast as she could. Her tongue stuck out to show her distaste for the stuff before ordering a beverage... a Marko Polo... and she ordered a bottle cap shot... She took that and followed it up with chugging the beverage. She started chewing on the cranberries that once were sunk on the bottom of the Marko Polo glass. She felt warm in her face already. Though..she just did 6 shots and downed a drink that should have been sipped... because it was a triple.

At the pace she was going.. she was gonna get super wasted fast... and its all gonna hit her at once.. s'pecially with the fact she hadn't had a drink in what??? God... who knows.

"Woo!" Mischa would shake her head.

"So what brings you in these here parts, Addz?" she would ask in her most hillbilly-cowboy accent she could manage.

Mischa would glare at the bar tender..not in the mean way..but in the "you know what to do" way... and then there were six more shots put out in front of them. "Hurrah!"

*takes shot*

Drink to forget >:3

8 drinks... one triple beverage.

Yup.. she was done for.

[Riley Dalton]

Grinning happily, Riley watched Addie down a shot of whiskey in one full swing, as he grabbed another shot. He was already three shots in, and had no plans to stop any time soon. "Yeah, Mischa dragged me all the way out here, I hope you're happy Mischa." He laughed as he felt her pat him on the back and order a shot of Jack Daniels, quickly downing it only to stick her tongue out, that definitely didn't taste good, then ordered another shot, this time a Marko Polo, then a bottle cap shot, then... you get the point. Riley just stared at her in astonishment, his hand hovering in mid-air holding onto the shot he had been about to down. Holy shi-- She's going to get super wasted at this rate... "Mi... Mischa?" "Woo!" That answers my question... Staring at Mischa in complete shock, he watched as she gave the bartender "the look" and six more shots appeared on the counter, as she downed another one.

"..." Looking at Addie in exasperation, he hung his head and sighed. No driving for any of them tonight, especially Mischa, none of them needed to end up on the six o'clock morning news. Riley may have drank a bit, but compared to Mischa, he was sober! Didn't help she was talking in a southern country accent now. "Mischa..." "Hurrah!" I give up... Well if there was no driving tonight, might as well go for broke. Downing his shot, Riley grabbed another one, and downed it in one full swing. Though let's be honest, no matter how drunk he would end up, he would still probably be able to talk more coherently and think more clearly than Mischa would. She had enough alcohol in her system Riley was surprised she was still standing... sort of, as he waved his hand in front of her face. "Helloooo? Mischa, anybody home?"

[Addie]

Drunken stupor, that sounded all too fun, perhaps everyone needed it sometimes. Addie couldn't help but smile at her friend's honest response, trying her best not to laugh. She'd order another drink and quickly down it. Her resistance to alcohol was quite high, but she wasn't sure exactly how high. Who knew, she might end up making a fool of herself. All the more fun with friends, right? YEAAAHHHHHHH!!! Fitting in the crowd was fun, right? not really, but she could pretend. After all it did result in getting drunk and acting stupid with good friends.

That was a good plan, a very good one.

"Perhaps the same reason you are here Mischa." The brunette smiled as she looked at her friend. The signs of being tipsy were already showing with every drink Mischa downed. Blue eyes turned to Riley, where he seemed calm, a little better with his alcohol perhaps?

It didn't matter, not at all. She'd turn to the counter and wave down the bartender,ordering three shots of Whiskey. Perhaps not their thing? It could be fun, she didn't put much thought into it, she just wanted them all to drink again.

"I don't know Riley. She could be there.But I think she's having a lot more fun, bottoms up?" She's step aside allowing them to grab the shots left for them. "Are you ready for this?" Smiling, she'd wait for them all to have it in hand before downing another one. Keep track? BAAAHHHHH that would be lame. Drink a lot and let the bill do the talking later. Best way to enjoy things, or at least she thought so.

"Riley can you suggest me something? I'm not very familiar with drinks in a bar. I'm still pretty new to this scene. ha ha ha ha ha. Something strong, please."

[Mischa Badoer]

She found that she was coming and going within her mind... yup... she was gone. Though that wasn't going to stop her. "I'm fine..." she would say with a devious grin as there were three whiskey shots ordered.

Mischa would grab on to hers and wait for the "go". Since she was already pretty gone it would be easy for her to take the shot and not taste it or anything. She was going to regret this in the morning... but present Mischa wasn't going to dwell on it... 'cause present Mischa will just let future Mischa deal with the hang over.

OHOHOHO Future Mischa is gonna get pissed.... Let future Mischa deal with being pissed off at past Mischa...

"Riley can you suggest me something? I'm not very familiar with drinks in a bar. I'm still pretty new to this scene. ha ha ha ha ha. Something strong, please."

Mischa would lean against the bar with a dorky smile and her eyes drooping as she stared at the two. "I have an idea..." she would laugh a little turning to the bartender.

"JÄGER BOMBS!"

Mischa would explain. The man was already aware of it being the three of them so he grabbed three classes and poured the red bull... then three separate shot glasses full of Jäger as he slid them all towards them. Mischa would grab the cup of red bull in the left hand and the shot of Jägermeister in the other. "what you do with this Addz... is drop the shot glass in the redbull... then drink it as fast as you can." she would lean in close to the glass and drop the shot in there... before the Jägermeister had a chance to mix inside the glass... she chugged it so it would just mix together in the travel to her mouth. She would slam the cup down and give a loud burp. "Like that."

[Riley Dalton]

They all had reasons for being here, one way or another. But whatever the reason was, they were here, and that's all that mattered. Riley quickly downed another shot as Mischa told them she was fine, though he HIGHLY doubted that, she seemed far from fine, as Addie waved the bartender down and order three shots of whiskey. Smiling slightly, as per his good-nature, he was never one to refuse a free drink, especially from a very good friend. "I'm sure we'll all be having a blast come morning." He chuckled quietly as he reached out and grabbed his glass as Addie stepped aside, once they all had their respective glass in hand, he downed his shot once Addie gave the cue. Putting his glass down on the counter with a dull clunk, Riley had already lost count of how many he had, and honestly, he didn't need to, he'd worry about the bill later.

"Oh sure, let's see, how about--" "JÄGER BOMBS!" "-- What she said." Riley laughed, as he saw Mischa leaning against the counter, a dorky smile on her face and her eyes drooping, oh yeah, the girl was gone alright. The bartender would then pour the Red Bull into three glasses, then pour the Jäger into three separate glasses, before sliding all six towards them. Riley watched as Mischa demonstrated for them what to do while explaining it, snickering quietly as she downed the drink and let out a loud burp. "She's looser 'n usual." Picking up the glass, he dropped the shot into the glass, and picked up the glass. "Bottoms up." He then quickly down it, and slammed the glass down on the counter, grinning like the happy little goofball he always was. "Bottoms up Addie! Chug, chug chug!"

[Addie]

JÄGER BOMBS!?

JAGER??!!?

Oh yeah, things were starting to look good. Addie smiled as she got another shot and joined Mischa in the bombs of delicious jagerness. Smiling she'd chug it and set the glass down in a rather accomplished way. SLAM GRIN. It was fun. Although, she still wasn't feeling much yet. DRRRIINNNNKKKKKKK. The horribleness that was a high alcohol tolerance, it always made the journey to fun so very difficult.

"Yum. ha ha ha ha." The brunette smiled as she looked to her friends, feeling rather silly about her actions. They were rather odd, especially for her. Right? Well, at least the Addie that had been in San Diego. Serious, broody, and not very fun. BACKSTEP! Time to head forward.This time she was going to try a tropical fruity drink, perhaps something that would last a little longer. It was sweet and one could really taste the vodka within it. Perhaps not as warm as whiskey, but it was something else.

After all Addie didn't want to seem boring.

Sip... sweet.... sip.. TOO SWEETT.... but it grows on yeh. It's not that bad.. Still sweet. She'd finish it rather fast, purely because of the sugar content. blecckkkkkkkk..

"I think this calls for tall ones and chugging. How does that sound to you?" Addie smiled, wishing to join the ranks of the fun and silly as fast as she could.

[Mischa Badoer]

"I think this calls for tall ones and chugging. How does that sound to you?"

Mischa smiled largely with a small laugh and snort. "That's............................... what she said." she would snort several times after laughing a little too hard at her own cheesy joke.... Yup she was drunk and it was showing. "But yes.... it does sound good to me..." she would bite her lower lip with one last snort. "She also said that." with a victorious smile at the lame joke she would wait for the getting readiness as she looked at the people around them.. some of them were ASKING to get their asses handed to them.

MAYBE IF SHE HAD ENOUGH DRINKS IN HER!!

Mischa was always up for some violencewith NPCs! But yes... any more drinks and she was going to believe anyone deserved to get their ass in a brawl...HOW FUN WOULD IT BE?!!?

"Later you do dare me to hit that guy over the head with a chair? I won't do it though if you guys don't want me to... BUT MAN that would be FUNNY!"

(OOC: sorry for the fail)

[Riley Dalton]

Laughing happily as he saw Addie slam her glass down in an accomplished sort of way, Riley still didn't feel the affects of the alcohol. What is wrong with him!? That's what you get when you have a high alcohol tolerance, but it also meant he could drink more! Woot! Grinning happily like the joyful little goofball he always was, he quickly downed a shot while Addie took a sip of the tropical drink she ordered, though he couldn't help but wonder if it was too fruity, the name sounded fruity enough. He saw Mischa smile widely and laughing and snort. "I do believe you're right ol' chap--" "That's............................... what she said." "--Jolly good! Tally ho!" Riley said in a ridiculous British accent, before laughing as he heard Mischa snort several times, apparently she got the joke better than either of them.

"All in then!" Riley said happily, as he saw Mischa bit her lip and snort once more as he waved his arms happily above his head and motioned to the bartender, giving the order, as he moved away. A few minutes later, he came back, and placed three tall glasses down in front of them and poured the drinks into the glass for them. "Bottoms up peeps!" Riley laughed happily, as he grabbed his glass and saw Mischa look around at the people in the bar. "This ain't no Wild Wild West, Mischa!" Riley laughed, as he waited for them to grab their glasses. "On my signal, ready? Three, two, one, CHUG!" Riley exclaimed, as he lifted his glass up and began to chug it down like nobody's business, and slammed the glass down on the counter before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Piece o' cake!"