Sweet Potato [Mischa/Riley]

[Addie]

HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THAT?? Addie couldn't help but laugh, thats what she said...xD; When everyone was in agreement, it was TIME TO CHUG....Mischa ..mischa. SUCH A STRANGE CAT! Addie smiled as she reached for her glass, calming her mind. WHY? So she didn't end up squirting beer from her nose onto the ground or her comrades.. or th buff guy who was sitting near them.Oh yes, he looked to be an unhappy ferret. Loud giggling underage people drinking in HIS BAR. ANYWAYS. Picking up the mug, she'd prepare for chugganation.

"On my signal, ready? Three, two, one, CHUG!"

WITH THAT IT WAS ONNN!! Who could chug faster? Who would be left standing? OH THE QUESTIONS! Addie tipped the glass and... CHUG CHUG CHUG.... CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG.... SLAM! She was done, smirking away, feeling a little satisfied that she hadn't laughed about it and created a horrible mess.

"Oi, that was easy." The brunette chuckled at it. THERE WAS A BUZZ! >___> MOOOREEEE... She wasn't on Mischa's level yet. Perhaps the place needed.... Beer steins. She was German, SHE COULD DREAM OF OVERLY DECORATED DEEP GLASSES OF COLD SOCKISH BEVERAGE. Beer, it had a lower alcohol percent than tooth rotting fruit drinks.

<___< Maybe they needed more of those. Anything to get the horrible beer flavor out of he rmouth.

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[Mischa Badoer]

"On my signal, ready? Three, two, one, CHUG!"

"AND WE'RE OFF!" Mischa exclaimed when he gave the go.... except while she said that they were chugging away. In a hurry Mischa tipped the mug into her mouth.... she was trying to catch up and maybe even beat them... but she was pouring faster than she can chug so a lot of it was pouring down her chin and onto the front of her shirt. They both slammed their glasses down and she looked down at them as she still tried to catch up.

Finally now that it was in her stomach...and mostly on her shirt... she slammed the empty glass on the bar table and let out a loud burp.

"That was...eh...uh..that was a good one!"

She leaned against the bar...so she would keep balance and not look drunk...though she really didn't notice how drunk she looked..... but she looked drunk....you know.... drunk people always try and deny they are drunk. "You guys um...you guys feelin' it yet? I think I can keep goin'..." yeah she couldn't even form a proper sentence fast enough in her head as quick as she was speaking them so there was a lot of pauses in her speech.

[Riley Dalton]

And it was ON! Riley tipped his glass back and chugged it down while making sure he didn't spill a single drop, t'would be a shame if any of it landed on the floor, or worse, on his shoes... He liked his shoes... They were a comfortable pair of shoes... Slamming his glass down on the counter in satisfaction, he grinned like a happy little idiot at Addie, it appeared the both of them had finished around the same time, while Mischa was still chugging hers down... well, more like pouring it down the front of her shirt as she looked down at the both of them. He heard of wet t-shirt contests, but never involving getting your shirt wet with liquor. "I know right, Addie? RIGHT?" Riley laughed happily, as he cheered Mischa on. He waved his arms happily above his head as soon as Mischa finished her drink and let out a loud burp, half of the drink in her stomach, the other half soaking her shirt.

"Hahahaha, wet t-shirt contest!" Riley laughed as he pointed at Mischa's t-shirt as she leaned back against the bar while Riley was happily spinning around on the bar stool, he could see that Mischa was completely and utterly drunk, heck, he was starting to feel a little woozy, but he could still talk coherently, more so than Mischa could in her current state. "I'm still doin' alright. How about you Addie? I think Mischa's already gone past the point of no return." Riley asked, as he stopped spinning on his stool, because if he spun anymore, he'd probably end up upchucking, more from getting dizzy than ending up wasted. "I declare... we need... something to drink... Recommend anything Addie? I'm out of ideas for drinks right now."

[Addie]

THEY WERE SO CUTE! If she were a man, she'd jump them both and not be responsible for her actions! >___> <___< But she was a girl, so wait... HER ACTIONS WOULD BE FORGIVEN, RIGHT? She felt like pervy old man, peeping on them. Oh my, she was okay, right? She was slowly winding out of her likke merf world. Becomeing a little more fun. Smiling away like an idiot, cheering with Riley for Mischa. She was adorable, spelling her drink. The poor little darling, trying to hard to keep up, when she was already pretty gone. Smiling, at the shorter girl, Addie kind of felt a surge of motherly needs. MUST PROTECT CUTE LITTLE GIRL.

YEAH, SHADDAUP.

In regards to Mischa's last comment. "That's what she said." She'd mutter it quietly, to herself kind of. After all, she could be in wrong saying such a thing. Buuuttttt, it kind of sounded right? MAYBE. >___> <___<

Another drink? She didn't know any. HMMMMM WHAT TO DRINK? She didn't know any drinks really, she'd maily drink what her companions did... or what she knew. Which wasn't a lot. They had actually drank both things already. Yes, while pondering away, she wore a serious look upon her tanned face. HHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Oh yes, she was seriously thinking about it....kind of.

Shrugging, the girl sighed. "I've got nothing." Words said so casually, followed by a smile and laughter. "What about you two? Got anything? Perhaps something strong, after all we can't dally behind mischa for too long. She might crash before we get there! That wouldnt be fun at all ." more pointless laughter.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would snort a laughter that hurt her kidneys at the endless string of funnies her two friends were saying. She leaned against the bar and arched her back as she hugged tight to her tummy.

"Addz....WIIIIIN"

Nothing was better than an awesome "that's what she said" joke.... no matter how over used it is...it's still awesome and has a place in Mischa's heart for ever.

"HAHAHAHA MAAAAN...CAN'T.STOP.LAUGHING... TUMMY... FUCKING... HURTS!"

While she laughed Riles and Addz-a-paz were planning a quicky to get caught up... but right now there was no catching up...NOT NOBODY! NOT NOHOW!

While they both argued over who would choose the drink Mischa calmed herself... then would look at both of them with that dorky smile she had...like... always.

"I have an idea...I'mma have to slip a bitch a 100 for it though..."

She had been at this pub before... they kept the good stuff hidden... The nice..imported...potent alcohol percentage beverage!!!

Mischa smiled taking a bill from out of her pocket, 'cause that was how she rolled... and she would then turn to the bar tender and hold up three fingers.....

"Absinthe." she handed the fellow the hundred and he took it gladly while getting three shot glasses out and the bottle full of green liquid...with the large numbers "74%".
She would hand her two comrades a shot glass then pick up her own. "Hope you guys don't mind the taste of liquorish." she would then laugh and tilt her head back in unison with the tipping of her shot glass... letting the strong alcoholic beverage also known as a "spirit" run down her throat.

"We need better music...."