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Post by Summer Morgan on Sept 12, 2009 19:59:25 GMT -5
"pfft.. men. Any more of this men $hit and I'm going to start falling in love with you"
Summer patted her friends shoulder. "Considering my love life or lack there of, don't tempt me B. I'm contemplating giving men up for good."
"I think her stay is only temp.. temper.. temporary"
Summer couldn't help but giggle at that one. It seemed it didn't take a lot to get Brandy smashed.
"May bee... maybe she will want to play twister or something? Could you imagine? Twister!!"
"Oh no, no playin games with her." Summer held her hands up in despair.
"I'm going to get more.. of this $hit"
Summer moved forward. "You don't need no more B. You've had more than enough." Summer tried to swipe the bottle from her.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 12, 2009 20:05:56 GMT -5
"You don't need no more B. You've had more than enough."
Brandy didn't even notice Summer take the bottle from her, she was still giving the chair a scolding look with her hands on her hips.
"Honestly, some people just have no manners anymore"
She scoffed and turned to look at Summer, who had her half-empty bottle of whiskey in her hand. She went to reach for it, but only ended up swiping the thin air.
"I'm going to get another bottle"
Only, Brandy didn't head for the door. No, she headed for the bathroom thinking it was the door. She left the door open as she stumbled inside and found herself staring at the empty bathtub.
"oh... this looks comfy.. "
Bracing her hand on the tub she crawled over top and slid herself into the bathtub. Another hiccup croaked past her throat and she mumbled to herself again while she struggled to get comfortable.
".. no sir... you cannot have a kiss. That is my private place."
Her eyes were heavy, her stomach was bloated, and it felt like crawling out of that bathtub was going to be too much of an effort.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Sept 13, 2009 7:35:17 GMT -5
Summer watched in half amusement at seeing her friend in such an inebriated state. If it had been a different day, later time Summer would have joined Brandy in her merry making. But for now she had to watch her increasing absurd behaviour.
Brandy got up mumbling incoherently about more drink. Struggling to get up, but when she did manage it? Wrong door. Brandy found herself in Summer's bathroom and climbed inside the tub.
Summer followed her in, making sure she didn't slip and hurt herself. ".. no sir... you cannot have a kiss. That is my private place."
"Oh B" Summer laughed and shook her head. "Where's your phone B?" It was time to call in for some reinforcement.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 13, 2009 7:46:21 GMT -5
"Where's your phone B?"
Eyes were heavy, opening and closing as if hanging onto reality but not really caring about it. She had a dumbfounded look on her face, staring at the faucet as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
She heard Summer's voice but it took a moment for her to actually process what Summer was saying. That, and her eyes were getting heavy again.
"Phone. What's a.. oh right... f*cking phone"
She lifted up her pelvis, what an effort that was, it made her bring her hand up to her lips as if she suddenly ran a mile and was ready to puke. No.. false alarm. She thought that was the most hysterical moment and was laughing at herself while she handed the phone over to Summer.
There was a brief moment when her eyes were heavy again, she had a sudden urge to strip off her clothes and run around naked through the building. She got as far as lifting her shirt past her navel, mumbled about private places again, and curled up further into the bathtub.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Sept 13, 2009 8:14:10 GMT -5
"Phone. What's a.. oh right... f*cking phone"
Brandy struggled to manouvre in the bathtub. Summer's heart jumping as Brandy covered her mouth over really sharply. Oh no not the puking. Her hand pulled away. No, not puking. Summer breathed a sigh of relief, as she was not looking forward to cleaning up the churned contents of Brandy's stomach. The stench alone would be bad enough. Not good for a Were's nose.
Brandy handed over her cell phone and began to laugh hysterically. Then pawed at her clothes. Summer rolled her eyes and stood up, looking for a good signal to call out.
Summer looked through Brandy's address book and there was the person she needed. Picking the name and number, the phone dialled out. And rang. And rang.
"Hey beautiful!" came the rather worried sounding Sam Merlotte. Summer tried not to snicker as he had no idea it wasn't his beloved on the other end.
"Sam, it's Summer. I need your help." she paused briefly before giving him no time to react. "Your girlfriend is in my bathtub, drunk off her @ss. Could you please come get her before she throws up all over my bathroom floor." Summer's voice was a mixture of amusement, annoyance and urgency.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 13, 2009 8:26:13 GMT -5
Somewhere between reality and passed-out land, Brandy had opened her eyes to hear the voice of her friend on the phone outside of the bathroom.
"Your girlfriend is in my bathtub, drunk off her @ss. Could you please come get her before she throws up all over my bathroom floor."
Well, that would of been what Brandy heard had she of been sober. What she did hear was 'Brandy is an @ss drunk' and something about throwing something?
Either way, her voice got loud and she shouted in protest - a sound that echoed even more against the bathroom walls.
"HEY!! Drunk not @ss!!"
Whatever, it made sense in her head. Oh - wait a minute -
- here came passed-out land again.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 13, 2009 10:02:45 GMT -5
"Sam, it's Summer. I need your help. Your girlfriend is in my bathtub, drunk off her @ss. Could you please come get her before she throws up all over my bathroom floor."
Sam's mouth fell open. He looked at his watch to make sure he wasn't dreaming. 12:13 What the hell? Sam was shocked, it's not the kind of phone call you expect to get. Ever.
"Aw sh*t. I'll be right over Summer." he sighed and ran a hand through his thick locks. What was going on? Brandy didn't seem the kind of girl to get wasted during the day. Something was wrong. "Oh wait, where are you anyway?"
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Post by Summer Morgan on Sept 13, 2009 10:44:11 GMT -5
((OOC: Sam and Summer are gonna post back n forth for a bit while Brandy is unconcious lol. BB approved.))
Sam unsurprisingly didn't sound too thrilled or amused at the prospect of picking up his intoxicated girlfriend. She felt bad for him, she could empathise with him to an extent. Having to go pick her mother up from whatever bar she'd wandered in to. This whole experience was only reinforcing her thoughts of quitting altogether. That was another thought for another time.
"Oh wait, where are you anyway?"
Summer slapped her forehead. "Oh crap, sorry. Yeah, at the Shreveport Travelodge, Greenwood Road. Just off Woodward Avenue. You know where that is? Anyway, I'm in room 429. Gimme a quick call back when you're almost here so I can start to wake her *ss up."
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 13, 2009 11:55:09 GMT -5
Summer gave Sam the address to her motel and he thanked her and hung up the phone. He thought of how to get out of work, Terry was gonna be pissed. It couldn't really be helped though. He'd been worried sick about her during his full moon shift. His first as Brandy's boyfriend.
Why was he so concerned about her seeing him shift? Not like she didn't know what he was or was unaccepting or weirded out by it.
"Hey Terry, I need to pop out for a few things. You want me to bring you anything back?"
Terry grunted in disagreement but Sam turned and left the bar anyway. Promising himself to make it up to Terry later, maybe giving him a few days off after the full moon.
Sam got into his truck and turned out of the parking lot and off towards Shreveport.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Sept 13, 2009 13:58:51 GMT -5
Summer sighed as Sam hung up the phone. She hated dragging him away from work, but Brandy couldn't stay here. Not like this. Summer took a deep breath and focussed on what to do next.
Walking back into the bathroom, Brandy was completely out for the count. "Oh B" Summer said shaking her head. She was half tempted to turn on the shower and let the cold water wake her up. Summer smirked to herself. She could be mean, but not that mean. Something else had to be used.
Summer got a facecloth and soaked it in cold water, and without completely rinsing it, placed it onto Brandy's face. Hopefully that would work. Failing that, Plan B would come into effect.
Summer left Brandy to wake up under the cold damp facecloth, while she went to her bedside table. Picking up the phone and dialling out to Room Service. "Hey, I'd like a pot of strong black coffee. No, no milk. Sugar? Sure. Thanks."
Summer paced for a bit and then went back to check on Brandy.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 13, 2009 14:33:18 GMT -5
Being drunk, well drunk enough to pass out in a bathtub right before you were ready to take off your clothes and run around naked around a motel room, wasn't something Brandy did very often. Drinking yourself completely plastered before Noon wasn't something Brandy did either.
Sure, it helped her forget her problems but it only brought a whole different kind of problem. Like when you kind of blink your eyes open to a cold rag on your forehead, a stiff neck, and a irritating rush of nausea in the pit of your stomach.
"Ah man.. f*ck my life.."
She was still very very drunk, but this kind of drunk was occupied in that space where you wanted to drink more just to subside the feeling of needing to unload your guts into the toilet. One slender hand had braced itself on the porcelain of the tub, struggling to get out of the bathtub. She had managed, barely, to sort of.. slither up and onto the edge of the tub.
Her mouth was making groaning noises that she wasn't quite used to hearing. She was holding her stomach, frowning as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She looked something awful, and she ran her hand through her thick brown hair as if that simple gesture would solve all her problems.
With a deep breath she stood up, slowly, to her feet and leaned over the sink. After turning on the taps so the cold water flowed freely, she leaned forward to splash her face with it. That wasn't a good idea..
Maybe it was the way she had bent over, or maybe the shock of cold water on her face. Either way she was suddenly bent over the toilet punishing the bowl as if she had some kind of personal vendetta against it.
Oh, that did not feel good at all. She flushed the toilet and staggered over to the sink again to wipe herself clean and rinse her mouth out with water. She felt a bit better but at this point, part of her wanted to fall asleep by the toilet and the other part of her wanted to finish off that whiskey in the other room.
She opted for turning on the fan and sitting down on the floor in front of the toilet with the toilet seat down and her head laying against it. Slowly the memory was coming back to her, about the mess she got herself into. She didn't even want to think how angry Sam was going to be.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 13, 2009 16:24:46 GMT -5
Sam pulled his truck up the driveway and into the parking lot. Getting out from the truck with a leap out the cab. He rushed into the motel and to the reception. "Hi, I'm here to see Summer Morgan. Room 429."
"Morgan, 429" the receptionist repeated back. "One moment I'll call up to her room."
Sam paced a little as he waited on the okay to go to Summer's room. He was no stricken with worry. Every now and then running his hands through his hair or his scruffy beard.
"Ms Morgan is expecting you. You can go on up." the receptionist said with a smile plastered on with insincerity. Sam didn't need to be told twice and followed the woman's directions towards the room.
Sam walked through the corridors, checking each number on the doors. 400. He was close, speeding up his pace to finally reach Room 429. Anxiously he knocked it hard and with urgency.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Sept 13, 2009 17:48:23 GMT -5
Summer recieved a quick call from reception to let them know she was expecting a visitor. It had to be Sam. Summer checked her watch, oh he was fast. A quick check in to the bathroom and Summer's face fell. Brandy had obviously thrown up, she was pale and drawn. She was starting to feel quite sorry for her friend.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
And there he was, unless it was room service. Maybe I shoulda ordered something more than coffee Summer frowned at the thought. Oh well, she could head out later to Maurizio's if the urge struck.
She unlocked the door and swung it open, practically dragging Sam inside the room. "Thank God, you're here Sam!" Summer cried, her hand gripping the plaid material of his shirt. "She's in there" Summer pointed towards the bathroom. "She's a wee bit fragile, so go easy on her kay?"
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 13, 2009 18:28:23 GMT -5
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Oh. That knock sounded angry. Wait, who was knocking? Did Summer order room service or was that Sam? That sounded like a Sam knock! Wait.. why did Summer call Sam?!
Brandy was panicking, she was not ready to tell Sam about the night before! Not to mention she was a mess - puffy eyes, the color drained from her cheeks, the casual twitch because she was still drunk.
The bathroom probably stunk to all high heaven to boot, even with the fan going. Brandy had been there for awhile, so she was used to it by now.
"Thank God, you're here Sam!"
Sam! It was Sam! Oh, f*ck her life! Again!
Brandy lurched forward, locking the door with a frantic click.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 13, 2009 18:40:06 GMT -5
Sam stood at the bathroom door, it was only slightly ajar. But as his hand reached forward to open it. It closed over with a click and he heard it get locked from inside.
"Brandy" Sam's voice was surprised, she didn't just slam a door in his face? She must have thought it was someone else. "Brandy, it's Sam. Come on babe, open up."
He sensed Summer close by and gave her a look that screamed help.
He knocked lightly on the door. "Please Brandy, let me in. I've been worried sick about you."
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