Gilbert
is
going out drinking and buying drinks for the entire bar. Fuck it! Fun times for everyone.
does think that sounds like fun. a small drink never hurts.
cheers loudly. Time to get fucked up!
gave the bartender her card already, so go on and order. But just so ya know, she's already told him not to sell full bottles. No gettin'-
sneaky. And that's about the last sober thing she did. She already has a head start.
Matthew
is
simply going to pay for his own full bottle, he supposes.
Gilbert
is
cool with that. Whatever works for him!
rather just pay for the bottle. Thanks, though. Now to sort of just wave at her.
sort of just waves back but far more enthusiastically and with a great deal less balance.
Matthew
is
going to sit next to her, taking notice. It would be bad if someone were to take advantage. "Hello Mister...um...Miss? Prussia."
drukenly lounges on the other side of her, downing his drink. "Is miss Prussia. Hottie Prussia."
stares at him for a second then grins widely. "*Canada*! Where you been, man? 's'good to see ya! ...ja, ja, what that fucker said. *Miss*."
Matthew
hopes
Mr. Greece does not drown over there. He weakly smiles at Prussia, "I've been...up north, I think?"
doesn't get that this is a joke at first. She almost questions what he was doing up there, then snorts and laughs. "You need to get out-
more often."
just continues to smile, taking a sip of his beer. "I will try to find reasons then."
lifts her beer unsteadily, spilling some of it down her arm. "Right here's an awesome reason!"
leans over and uses his hoodie sleeve to wipe the beer off of her. "I...I guess so."
pats hisshoulder and pushes a full glass of beer over the counter towards him. "Thanks man. 's'real nice of ya. Imma...Imma buy ya a-
new'un." After a few more shots and a lot more beers.
watches her for a moment. "Just be careful, e-eh?" He is still trying to finish the bottle he just bought.
takes a long drink out of her beer and bangs it back down, fixing him with a bleary-eyed look. "Now I made it from France tah Amsterdam an'-
some place or th'other, right to here in a couple days, drunker'n fuck. I can manage a bar stool."
laughs and falls off the stool. "I cant feel my legs."
stumbles upwards and drinks another drink. He's been drinking steadily while they've been talking. "Hey sexy lady wanna help me out?"
nods, "Oh, alright." He is not Prussia's daddy, anyway. It is only then he does the same thing, sucking down some beer and then slamming the
bottle down like the idiot he is. He blinks, turning his attention to Greece. "...are you okay?"
's eyes go cross eyed. "I'm chill." He pulls himself up the counter. "Yo Bartend! Nother drink!"
giggles stupidly. If she sets foot off that seat right now, there'd be two of them on the floor.
"He's fiiiine. 'nother couple minutes an' he'll be bitchin' 'bout somethin' else."
...stares. Yeeep. Someone has been drinking. "Um, okay."
chugs down his drink then sways. He glances at Matthew. "Whatssup? You...you're not drinking alot..."
"Um...It's called drinking in moderation."
nose wrinkles. "I thought this was still Amsterdam. Wha'country is moderation in?"
sighs, preventing himself from pinching the bridge of his nose. "Moderation is in no man's land."
laughs and flops over on the counter. "pfttttttt. Thats no fun"
tips her drink back again. "To hell with that. I like manland."
forces a laugh. "Yeah, me too." It's too awkward land over here.
grins ins and wiggles his hips. "I'm having a great time but you know what would make it better?"
pats Matthew's shoulder. "Gettin' this dude drunk and findin' a lampshade?"
blinks. "Um..."
pats his cheek next, winking. "Trust me. It'll be fun." Don't. She's Prussia with breasts. Those are two extra reasons not to.
tilts his head before pointing over at Greece. "Wouldn't he look better with the lampshade on, eh...?"
grabs him and gives him a noogie. "Naw dude! You would totally look great with one!"
flails. Okay. These people are out of their damn minds.
laughs and licks a finger. "Wet willy!" and shoves said finger in his ear.
tries to pull away, punching Greece in the face...without the intention of doing so.
takes it and falls the floor. He laughs though. "Next time just tell me to stop."
makes a face, looking down at him. He gets up to assist him.
takes it and falls the floor. He laughs though. "Next time just tell me to stop."
Gilbert
is
rather occupied with her shots and beer chaser. She watches though, snickering. "Careful. That's like foreplay for him."
flushes then laughs. "Naw he didnt punch hard enough."
finishes off the bottle he has before standing up. Time to go.
blinks at him in surprise but goes back to her drink. She can sit there and drink alone; that's just fine.
slides in his seat. "Oh are you leaving?"
"Do you plan on grabbing her ass?"
snorts. "Can't assgrab if I'm sittin'"
shakes his head, slipping back onto his seat. "If pigs can fly these days, so can that."
"Well I cant if shes sitting. But what does that have to do with anything? Bartender nother drink!"
"Well...you have sex with random people, like, all the time. Isn't...aren't you...like...courting Turkey? So isn't that just cruel to go
out and get drunk and do whatever moves? Like...doesn't it make you wonder if you're a shitty person or not? Is there anything else on your
mind? So what if Turkey were to fancy someone who was much more decent, eh? You're sitting here and wasting that. So, you should just really
go home."
sticks her fingers in her ears. It's not that what Matthew's saying doesn't have a valid point. It just reminds her that she's not out on-
this world tour of a drinking binge for the fuck of it, no matter what she tells herself. It *is* kind of hard to pick up her glass with-
her hands occupied though. Hold on...yeah, she can pick it up with her teeth and tilt her head back to get a drink.
turns away from Greece to look at her, brow furrowing, "...You okay?"
looks at him, fingers in her ears, cup in her mouth and brows arched. Can't...give a thumbs-up like this...shit. So she makes a few noises.
reaches out to remove the drink from her mouth, 'cause...she does not look entirely comfortable.
taps his teeth and thinks. As best he can drunk and insulted, anyway, so he politely taps Matthew's shoulder. "I got a question for you."
does not want to know what the question is, but he shifts in his seat to look at Greece. "Um...yes?"
narrows his eyes and takes another sip of his drink. "Did I say *anywhere* that I was going to bone her? No I did not. So what the fuck-
Heracles
gives
you the right to try and bring Sadiq into this? Would you like it if I brought William into this discussion also? What me and Sadiq
are doing is none of your damn worry. It's our worry. So don't you try and talk down to me. I am not cruel to him, he knows how I stand."
"You simply gave off the impression, sir. Simply because you do not think it is cruel, it does not mean he will think the same deep down. So
what do you want to mention of William? How we only slept together once? How he gets distracted by women's breasts?"
growls. "It's a manor of principle. You don't try and bring my other up I don't fuck with yours. And don't you fucking dare try and put-
words in his mouth." He rolls his eyes. "Great now my buzz is ruined. Thanks a lot."
shrugs lightly. "I think there are other things you should be worried about. Karma will hit you later."
stiffens and gets up to walk to the other side of Maria and sit so he doesn't say anything or do anything too bad to Matthew. "Problem-
solved." He orders another drink and starts chugging. He bumps Maria. "So what's up?"
watched that entire exchange with her jaw slack, lips parted slightly. When they're finished she straightens up some and inhales, almost-
as though she's been napping the whole time. Then she snickers. "He said *bone her*. *Boner*." Few things *ever* kill her buzz.
purses his lips and bumps her knee with his. "Damn straight I did. " He laughs.
( class now. bbl. )
repeats this a few more times, since it's so entertaining.
sets a hand on her knee and lifts her chin with his other hand. "You alright?"
pulls back and shrugs the concern off. "Yeah, 'course! I'm awesome, like always! Good man, I'm good, 'm great."
shrugs and lets go of her chin, but keeps his hand on his thigh. "Whatever. Lets get wasted some more! Bartender!"
doesn't mind that hand as long as it doesn't try going any higher while she's trying to drink. "Yeah! Get this fuck caught up! 'm'already-
there."
massages with his thumb. "I'm halfway there." he gets the vibe and keeps his hand still. No need for more stitiches
Gilbert
likes
that a little though. She grins and orders a new round of drinks for both of them.
drinks until the world is spinning and leans all over the counter. He looks up at Gilbert and hiccups. "We're two sexy bitches right?"
Gilbert
has
slid farther down in her chair by that point. "O-oh yeah. Fuckin' sexy bitches. Th'bess'in here!"
laughs until he sneezes. "Bless meh! Thas right and we dun need.....anybody! CAUSE WERE SO SEXY BITCHEZ!"
knocks a few empty glasses over throwing her arms up. "FUCKIN' RIGHT! Don't gotta fuckin' answer ta *nobody* for *nothin*'. Fuck 'em all!"
chuckles. "You....youre spilling stuff. Pfttttt yah screw all those guys!"
sticks her tongue out and sweeps all the glasses and bottles in front of her right off the bar. Thankfully, there weren't but a few with-
anything left in them. "Fuck 'em glasses, too! Imma spill whatever I wanna spill! Imma be motha'fuckin' *BP* up in this joint!" She pauses-
and hiccups, swaying in her seat. "Yeah, screw those guys. Man, screw-..screw fuckin' law 46. Fuck that goddamn *Alliierter Kontrollrat*
and fuck France, man. Buy me a goddamn *shot*, pussy!"
cant stop laughin. "Will do! Oi oi whut about France? That faggot cant drink." He taps the bar to get two shots and slides one to Gil.
tosses the shot back and wipes her mouth on her sleeve. That sniff totally has to do with getting booze up her nose, that's all. "Fuck-
him, that's what about him. 'm'not even gonna break a sweat over him 'ny'more."
pats her back and burps. "You gonna fuck him or fuckkkkkk him? Motherfucker I couldnt break a sweat under him."
swings her arm a bit too wildly to make her point. "Naw, naw. I mean I'm *done* with fuckin' 'im. 's'what a man's good for. One day ya-
tell 'im ya love him, an' the next he don't...he don't call for a fuckin' week an' then he says he doesn't give a shit an'...an' y'know.-
Fuck him."
grabs at her hand. "Hey hes the dick. I think THINK youre worth it. And hes retarded. Do you want to stay here or o someplace quiet?"
Gilbert
wants
to stay right there, but the bartender's been giving them the hairy eyeball since she knocked stuff over. "We can go. I got a room over..-
uh...somewhere near here."
Heracles
is
sober enough to remember the part bout love and worries a lil bit. But for right now, drunk sex bomb. he stands up. "lets go then."
makes to shout for her card, but the bartender's already shoving it at her and bidding them goodnight. She snickers and slides off the-
stool. "Ja, lessgo." *Going* takes a lot of effort though - it's hard for her to see where she's going when the room keeps tilting.
stops her. "Hey you want a piggy back ride?" He bends over in front.
stares at him for a second. That doesn't look safe at all. He's very tall and he's been drinking a lot. So of *course* she jumps right up-
there. "Hi-yo, Silver! Awaaayy!"
laughs and makes sure to hook his arms under her legs. He steps out the door and ducks. "Where to?"
waves off to the right. "It's a little building what's got a uh...red awning over th'door. Got an...got an R in it's name..." And she's-
just a minute or too from nodding off right there on his back, cheek pressed against his shoulder. He's comfortable.
walks for a while before asking someone for directions. Upon arriving he shakes her. "Wake up. The doors locked."
walks for a while before asking someone for directions. Upon arriving he shakes her. "Wake up. The doors locked."
raises up some, shaking her head. Something about a door being locked...oh. "Key's...key's in my pocket. Wallet."
sighs, his buzz almost completly gone. He feels bad to leave her here like this so he'll spend the night to keep her safe.
sets her down and digs the keys out. He unlocks the door and scoops her up, taking her to the bed and laying beside her.
isn't really coherent enough to tell him, but she'll probably ditch the hotel room as soon as she wakes up. She'll hop on the train and-
keep this binge moving. But right now, a minute or so after she hits the mattress, she's going to roll right up to straddle his hips and-
give him a crooked grin. "Who said you could crash in my bed?"
smirks up a her. "I did bitch. Im watching out for you."
smirks up a her. "I did bitch. Im watching out for you."
slides his hand around her. He wont turn it down if she offers.
's lips purse. "Oooh, are you? Fuckin' big strong man, lookin' out for poor, defenseless drunk bitches. He *sure* doesn't want anythin'-
out of it, does he?"
laughs. "Babe Im Heracles. I protect all the pretty ladies. Seriously though Im not leaving you here."
tries to flex her arms to do an impression, but her hands were on him for balance so she flops right onto his front. "Fhr, ouch. Hardbody.-
How come? I can do just fine on my own."
raises and eyebrow and uses the timing to slide his hands down her ass. "I can see that. Fine, huh?"
wiggles a little under his hands. "Hey, hey. I thought you told *Matthew* there wasn't gonna be any grab-ass."
chuckles and leans up to bite at her shoulder. "You were sitting. And that was fucking hours ago. Plus, youre laying on me and Im no saint."
snickers and wiggles more deliberately, particularly in the hip region. "You'd do that, with me bein' all drunk like this?"
fingers the edges of her pants, enjoying the lazy feel of her wiggling and his cock rising. "Sweetheart, who do you thin you're talking to?"
pushes herself upright again to pull her shirt off. "Sure as hell isn't a saint."
watches her, then remembers and removes his shirt. "Damn straight. So Im assmuing were gonna fuck?"
pauses with her bra strap halfway down her arm. She tilts her head, hair falling in a pretty silver-white curtain down over he shoulder.-
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you not wanna? Conscience catch up to you?"
tugs at his pants off, or tries to. "I was making sure. Now get up so I can get them off. and take yours off."
doesn't exactly get up. She rolls off onto the bed, making herself so dizzy she has to lie still for a second or risk puking.
sits up. "Are you okay? Should we keep on?"
Gilbert
has
to get her pants off. Now where did that button go... "Hn? Ja, ja, keep goin'."
purses his lips and pushes her down,yanking her pants off in one motion. "If you throw up on me.." he breathes, before kissing her belly -
button
hiccups a little and giggles, squirming. "I'm not gonna puke, swear."
slips his tongue in and nips her skin, leaving teeth marks. "Ill beat you if you do."
squeals and thrashes a little. "Promises, promises."
bites her hip bone and slides her legs apart with his hands. "Had oral as a girl yet?"
Gilbert
is
so relaxed now that at first she only gives a contented moan. "Mhm, yeah. Tino."
blows on her snatch before leaning down and licking in small licks. stayin away from her clit in a teasing manner.
digs his nails in her thighs slightly, keeping her hips elvated.
would kick him if he didn't have her pinned to the spot. "Fuckin'...teasin' bastard.:
Heracles
gives
her an almost evil smirk before licking her clit once and nicking it with his canine, burying his face in her crotch.
squeals and smacks the top of his head. "*Gott*, don't *bite* me like that!"
pulls away and laughs. "Is this a dont cause it hurts or dont cause it feels too good?"
might pop him right in the mouth and turn the question on him. "Because it hurts and it isn't the good hurt either."
laughs and kisses her clit in apology. "Sorry. Forgot most arent on my level of masochism."
shudders. "F-fucker, you don't know shit 'bout masochism til you get with my b-brother."
purrs and licks again. his fingers tap a steady beat on her belly button, scratching lightly. He sucks on her clit.