Tear in M' Beer [Semper]

[Xi Coleman]

I walked into the Kick. My very favorite place on campus grounds. The nightclub was nearly empty, the strobe lights only flashed about once a minute, and the music was slow, but building. For once, no one came flooding the doors. No wall of teenagers zipped into the doorway and slammed their feet to the dance floor. There were three people at the bar, all with a beer in and, and empty shot glasses in front of them. Some night this is... I thought glumly. It felt like I was channeling Semper. 'Course, I wasn't grieving over a lost girl. Hell, I didn't even have a girlfriend, so what did I know? I sighed, and slumped onto the sparkly, scarlet couch in the corner of the club. Closing my eyes, I saw Semper in my head. Just Semper, sitting in the Kick, on the other side of it. He was—oddly—the first person inside my mind. I couldn't fathom why the blond, gorgeous, and depressed giant was in my head, but he was. So was Sage, and Chicago. The trio filled my mind, and I had a very sudden vision; them all talking and laughing. Just talking. But it was the happiest thing I could've seen. I barely knew Sage Amato, but I knew he was a close friend of both Chicago's and Semper's. I had seen them around the hallways and walking to the dorms. But I still didn't know why the three were the only thing I saw... Whatever. I thought. I'll figure it out later. Then, I slumped on the couch, and my head fell on a velvet pillow, where I started to doze off, my hood falling over my face.

285 words, no music, sorrowful, open

[Semper Capone]

I caved. I just couldn't take it all. I tried venting, I tried talking to people, I tried drawing gory pictures, but nothing worked. All I knew that helped me was alcohol, and so here I was, sitting at the bar of the Kick, an empty Budweiser bottle in front of me. My head was resting on my arms, which were crossed over each other on the table, and I was just sitting there, tuning out the pounding music and trying to clear my head.

It obviously wasn't working, though. I sat back up, elbow on the table and my hand rubbing the side of my face and over my right eye, catching the eye of the bartender as he passed. "Jack Daniels, please." I asked and he nodded, disappearing for a few moments before coming back with a rectangle-shaped bottle, handing it over to me.

It really was a good thing I looked twenty-one instead of nineteen. I had been in the bar so often that they didn't ask for my I.D., and even when they did, usually Sage or Chicago would somehow seduce the person and let me get away with no I.D. Or maybe it was just my height that made them think I was older.... Either way, I liked being able to just drink the entire alcohol supply in the building and get away with it. I reached out and took the bottle, taking the cap off before sipping it, enjoying the dulling of my senses.

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[Xi Coleman]

As I lied on the couch longer, my non-visual senses were much stronger. I heard a familiar voice from across the melancholy-feeling club. "Jack Daniels, please." the voice said, and I was absolutely certain that this was the voice of Semper Really Long Middle Names Capone. My eyes zipped open, immediately facing the bar. The long, muscular body, sorrowful expression, and blond hair confirmed my suspicions. I got up, walked over very quietly, and slid down next to Semper. I didn't know what to think. He smelled slightly like pumpkins and leaves, and boos, considering the bottle in his hand. I didn't really know what to say. I was frankly stunned that Semper had patience for boos. "You can't drink your troubles away..." I said softly. Well, you can, but you'll pay like hell tomorrow. I added in my head. I smirked internally, and requested a Dr. Pepper from the bartender. It might be a nightclub, but they've still gotta have something to burn off the boos. I mused, and sipped the Dr. Pepper when I got it.

178 words, no music, sorrowful, semp

[Semper Capone]

I had nearly put away half the bottle's contents when I heard a semi-familiar voice very close beside me. It was Xi, I think. I had talked to him at the meeting at the church and he seemed nice, but I really didn't know if I could hold a decent conversation right now. I could feel a light buzz in my head, but it still wasn't strong enough to make me feel any better.

"I only use it as a last resort, 'n' all I got's m' last resort now." I didn't think my sentence made any sense at all, but I knew what I meant in my head. I was sick of all these emotions driving me madder than hell, so what's better than dulling those with a little alcohol? Okay, maybe not a little.... a lot, actually. But I knew of nothing else. Alcohol had always worked for me and I'd much rather be drunk than a depressed lump on a log. Picking up the bottle, I took another sip of the liquid, setting it back down and resting my head against my hand, elbow on the table.

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[Xi Coleman]

"I only use it as a last resort, 'n' all I got's m' last resort now." Semper replied. He sounded very, very down. He looked it, too. But I wasn't going to say that to him. I turned to the bartender. "Give me the strongest, most alcoholic and mind-numbing thing that you have." I said to him.
"But you're under--!" He started, but I cut him off.
"I'm sorry, is your boyfriends ringtone going off?" I said subtly, and the bartender paled slightly. He backed away, and quietly gave me a small, round bottle with a bunch of French words on the tag. I popped the lid, and took a swig from it. Alcohol wasn't really my favorite thing in the universe. It was either bitter, or sour. Either way, it wasn't pleasant, but the buzz in my head numbed my tongue, and washed away my cares. I felt an urge (which I controlled) to giggle. I took another sip of it, and turned to Semper. "Y'know wha' I think?" I slurred. "I think you should try something differen' t' numb th' pain." I swayed in my seat. Evidently, the drink was working, because everything seemed brighter, and more alive. Nothing bothered me, even my strangely growing urge to tackle Semper off of his chair. I controlled that urge, too, but it was only a matter of time before it plainly burst out of me.

235 words, no music, sorrowful, semp

[Semper Capone]

While Xi went on to ask the bartender for something to drink, I was twisting my bottle around and around in circles, trying anything and everything to keep my mind occupied. I really could have gone for some moonshine since it's a helluva lot stronger than anything they serve in this bar, but white lightning is illegal, so I would just have to contact my old still dealer and get a few jars of it. Damn, what I would give for some moonshine....

Xi was beginning to sound like an idiot, so whatever it was he had drank, it sure seemed to be working. "Somethin' different?" I asked, glancing at him as he swayed. "Somethin' like what?" There wasn't much I hadn't tried, but I'd be willing to listen to anything he had to offer, drunk or not. I probably wouldn't necessarily do what he said, but I'd be willing to listen.

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[Xi Coleman]

"Somethin' different?" Semper asked. "Somethin' like what?" I stopped swaying, and realized that I'd forgotten completly what I was about to say. I frowned. "That's a really good question." I slurred once more, slightly tripping over the words. "Maybe you know, bottle!" I added happily, and swigged more of the extremely French drink. I wiggled in my chair, my feet kicking around like I was a deranged, impatient four-year-old rich kid. How long would my slight insanity last? Good question. I put the bottle on the bar, and picked it up immediately. "MY POT OF GOLD!" I muttered under my breath. I had a brief flash of the Lord of the Rings, and realized I was murmuring "My precious" to the bottle. I stopped, shook my head, and looked back to Semper. My head was falling to the left, where it promptly hit the bar and I lolled there for a minute before sliding off, and catching myself on Semper's shoulder, where I stayed, and lolled off into Stonedland.

169 words, no music, sorrowful, semp

[Semper Capone]

Whatever the hell Xi was drinking, it seemed to be working quite fine on him. He was getting even more delirious by the second and hell, I wished I was that drunk right now. Though he had some sort of French drink... maybe he just didn't have a high alcohol tolerance level. The only thing that made me that air-headed was moonshine, and obviously they didn't serve that here. Bummer.

Xi obviously forgot what he was going to say, and next thing I know, his head is on the bar and he's sliding sideways, or something, and he grabs onto my shoulder to keep himself steady. I just sat there, part of me wanting to just knock him off his chair and into the floor, but the other half of me being too lazy to do anything about it. I took another sip of my Tennessee whiskey, trying to figure out what to do with this drunk bloke that was hanging off my shoulder, and I eventually reached over and slapped the side of his face. "Xi, buddy, keep yerself from fallin' all over the place. Pull yerself t'gether." I meant it all in the nicest way possible, but I wouldn't be able to get through to him if I was all gentle about it.




(( xDD My dad's watching the first LOTR as I'm typing this. -purrs like Gollum- ))

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[Xi Coleman]

I felt a light tingling on my cheek before I heard Semper speak. What the fuck did that bartender give me? I thought groggily, and shook my head, quickly realizing how enormous of a mistake that was. My thoughts slightly clearer, I sniffed the drink in my hand. Unfortunately, I recognized the dull scent of -- Valium! I thought angrily. What a dickface! Oh, he's gonna pay, or I'm Dionysus! Well, no. I'd rather not have Dionysus here at the moment...I steadied myself, and looked up to Semper. "Uh, sorry, man." I stammered, realizing what the tumbling must've looked like to him. "Bastard spiked my drink with sedatives..." I glared at the bartender, wishing dearly to shove the plentiful remains of the drink down his throat. He'd have to get his stomach pumped. Probably deserves it. 'Bout time his wife learns about his cheating. Then I promptly collapsed, unconsious, onto the floor, feeling my body seize up and spasm.

160 words, adele, pissed, semp