RP:]] PIRATES OF THE QUEERABBEAN

Erika.

Pleased to meet you Syn.
Well. I'll see you around then.
-smiles and begins to walk away-
What a nice guy.

Yeah, you too.
*drops to floor by nearest bar*
*leans back against wall*
*cries quietly into knees*
*stares up at sky*
*yells*
Just kick me when I'm down, why don't you?
*spies name of tavern*
*mumbles*
'The Doomed Romance'?
Sounds about right.

((Avenged played in Portsmouth in 2004. Haha. I breathed the same air as them at one stage! Haha.
I am assuming now that Erika is gonna run into a drunken Syn later on? I'm confused, sorry. Haha. I suck.))

[[

Spoiler:

Zacky's hair is blue!

I have no ideas either, I was just kinda going with it.]]

((That's freaky. I was just on LJ A7X as well. Haha. And it is!!!!! i used to have my hair a blue like that, once a long time ago. Haha.

Oh okies. Erm... so you wanna fast forward until Syn is a little intoxicated?))

[[Moreso than he is already?
He has drunk an entire bottle of champers.
I shall do that then, haha.

I have the little Live Feed for the LJ comm on my browser, so new things happen and I know pretty much instantly.
Why else do I get so many first comments?]]

A Few Hours Later.

*sits in 'The Doomed Romance'*
*slurs*
Barkeep!
Another one of... *waves empty glass around*
These things.
*slams glass down*
*throws wad of bills onto bar*
And keep them coming till all that's gone or it stops hurting, whichever comes first.

God, walking makes you thirsty for some sweet liquor.
-smirks and walks into bar-
-walks up to bar and calls the barmaid over-
A Jack and Coke please.
-smiles sweetly-
-stretches and jumps onto the stoll-
-takes a seat on the bar stoll-

((I am starting to plan my Zacky rag doll. ))

*looks to side*
*sees Erika*
*mumbles under breath*
Of course.
*takes drink from barman*
Thanks.
*downs in one*
Another.

[[Awww, yay!
That's gonna be adorable.]]

-takes own drink and takes a light sip from-
-sees Syn in the corner of eye-
God. He looks terrible.
-bites lip and puts glass down on the bar-
-smiles sweetly at-
Maybe I shouldn't talk or even look at him, he doesn't really look happy.

((He shall be! Haha.))

((Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

*smiles sadly back at*
*fiddles with beermat*
*tries to avoid looking at Erika*
What am I supposed to do here?
What's the proper etiquette when confronted by your lovers supposedly dead wife?
*gestures to barman*
*gestures to Erika's drink*
That's on me.

-looks down at drink-
-looks back at Syn-
Oh thank you.
-smiles-
Maybe he's not a mean drunk then. Safe to slide over.
-slides over to next stool and takes a seat next to Syn-
So. Penny for your thoughts?
-smiles-

((I have found lots of scrap materials so I can probably start making RagZacky. Woot!))

*smiles sadly at*
You wouldn't want to know, believe me.
*stares down at drink in glass*
Complicated, messed up, gay things.
Please God make that shut her up.

((*Pokes last myspace bulletin in anger*))

Ohhh. It is love.
-nods-
I thought it might be.
I know how guys get when it's something about love.
Sorry. I do talk too much.
-laughs-
Well. I'm not homophobic, and I have being told that I'm a very good listener so...
I'm listening.

Why couldn't you just slap me and call me a faggot like a normal person?
This could be interesting.
*sighs*
Well, there's this guy - obviously.
I'm crazy about him, birdies tweeting, butterflies when I see him and all that shit.
And he feels the same and y'know, things had been going okay, I guess.
*laughs weakly*
I say okay-ish, they were perfect.
I mean, we'd never slept together but for once that didn't matter to me.
I had him, I didn't need anything more.
But he's...
There's someone else.
Someone he lost a long time ago but still loves and...
I'm so fucking jealous of you.
*catches self*
Of her.
Of her... even though she's not... well, she wasn't around anymore.
*finishes own drink*
Told you it was complicated.

Matty wrote:

((*Pokes last myspace bulletin in anger*))

[[*hands ice-cream*
*slaps Alex*
He's obviously just being a guy.]]

-nods-
-runs Syn's thigh friendly-
Being the only woman on a pirate ship that's complicated. Your story... meh.
-laughs-
-shakes head and puts serious face on-
So. He's still mourning her?
Maybe he needs to adjust to her death or something.
How long has it being since she died?
Like, a few months, a couple of years?

((I don't get it at all.
It's so unlike him. =/
But whatever.
I am not even angry anymore. I am just meh.
I am talking to Scott on MSN. He is helping me.
He also just told me he liked me in that way, and that Alex is stupid to throw me away and stuff like that.
So that helps kinda. I am still slightly scared about going round his house on Thursday to watch movies and shit but meh, would be interesting in the least. Haha.))

Matty wrote:

((*Pokes last myspace bulletin in anger*))

((That's why I don't date. Haha. Yeah, that's why.))

Try being the cabin boy for a psycho rapist captain who whipped, slashed and beat you.
*laughs weakly*
It's been a few years.
[[If I remember the backstory right.]]
She's... it's like she's always looking over us.
We nearly made love last night, our first time but I ruined it by getting jealous and paranoid over his tattoo of her.
*eyes widen*
*bites lip*
Surely, she won't realize I'm talking about Jacoby.
There have got to be a ton of guys with tattoos of their wives.
Oh fuck.
ALCOHOL BAD!

A tattoo of her?
Wow, they must have really being in love.
I have a tattoo of my love.
Well, I say he's my love. I have being away from him for so many years, I'm sure he's found someone new but...
-holds up back of shirt and turns around in seat-
-shows lower back to Syn-
That's him there.
-points-
Coby.

Yeah, they were.
*smiles*
*looks down at tattoo*
You spiky-haired bastard, why must you taunt me?
He's... perfect.
*runs fingers across tattoo*
*smiles goofily*
You were very lucky.
*pulls hand away*
I'm sorry.

[[I have to go in a mo.]]

-laughs-
It's ok. I shall blame it on the alcohol.
-smiles-
-pulls shirt down and turns back to-
So. What you doing in this little island?
I haven't see you around here before.


((Yeah. I know. I am sewing RagZacky. ))

*continues staring at place where tattoo was*
I, um...
*looks back to now full glass on bar*
*smiles at drink*
I'm here with my crew.
I'm Captain of The Deathbat, the big wooden ship out in the docks.
It's just a quick stopover, get some drink, get some supplies, get them laid.
That kinda of thing.
*downs half of glass in one go*
*starts giggling*
Whoa, that was...
*feels self go cross eyed*
Stronger than the last.
*sees bar going black*
Oh fuck.
*passes out*
*falls from barstool*
*mumbles*
Coby...

[[There we go, drunken Syn.
Haha, I shall bid you adieu.
I have a fic to write and some Boosh to watch.
Nighty night xxx.]]