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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 4, 2006 3:56:32 GMT -5
"What a load of garbage. You couldn't kill me in a fight If I already had a limb torn off."Voltaire said "You probably deserved getting the tar beat out of you. My Isa is a woman that demands respect, You don't even have any for yourself to clean up your spittle from your chin!" Voltaire said viciously to Charles. He didn't know why, but he was oddly enough enjoying the ability to beat him over the head with the fact that He had Isa and that Isa loved him and not anyone else.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Nov 4, 2006 20:33:57 GMT -5
"Well, if I were sober, I could at least give you a good fight," Charles said, then laughed. "Not that I want to be sober..." He took a long drink. "I respected her. She commanded respect. Y' shoulda seen her at Durmstrang... she could make men tremble in their boots when she walked by. You know, it bugs me that you call her that. Isa. She used to hex people who called her Izzy. But you call her Isa and she loves you." He shook his head. "I loved her 'fore you even knew her, y'know. I was just too much of a git to tell her so."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 4, 2006 20:38:50 GMT -5
"Isa loves it that I call her that, I didn't even know or care what love was, But then again maybe that's why it worked. It was like getting hit with a muggle car." Said Voltaire starting to feel the effects of his fourth shot, so he down it and poured another. "We might as well get comfortable, I doubt either one of us is doing much fightin'. First time I saws her, I sees a woman that was strong and like fire, I couldn't even say hello to her." he said getting misty eyed at remembering the day.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Nov 4, 2006 23:46:05 GMT -5
Charles wobbled dangerously in his seat. "Firs' time I saw her, she was yellin' at some first year. She was on'y a secon' year 'rself, but she wouldn' take crap from no one... She turned 'im into something... think it was a rat... er maybe a toad. An' she blamed it on the nex' kid what walked by. An' I was just starin' at 'er... she was so purty... an' she lookt at me like I was a cockroach, an' said, 'wha're you starin' at" and she called me somethin'... Forget wha' it was.... an' I knew I loved 'er... She was exciting an' dangerous an' fasc'natin'..." He took a long drink from the bottle and belched loudly. "You're a lucky bastard... Mostly just a bastard..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 4, 2006 23:51:21 GMT -5
"I'm not a bastard! I have both my parents and their married!" said Voltaire not quite as drunk as Charles was. "You are mostly roach anyway...You have that hungry look to you like you'd eat cardboard!" he said downing his drink. "Ya know I've not had a decent drink since before I was married? I even gave up smoking, cuz of the baby and all...hehehe We are going to call the baby Bubble." he said laughing and putting a hand on the table. he took out his dagger and started playing with it, hitting the tip on the spaces in between his fingers.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Nov 5, 2006 0:02:33 GMT -5
Charles made a disgusted face. "I don't want to hear about your baby with 'er... What're ya even doin' 'ere anyway? Shouldn' ya be home in 'er bed? Leave the places like this to the people like me. The lonely losers who can' find love like wha' you 'ave wi' 'er... Y'know, it's not just abou' 'er... there was another, but she left me, too... to be wi' 'her firs' love... I tried wi' 'er... I coulda loved 'er, bu'
I screwed tha' up, too... I'm just a right bloody loser..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 5, 2006 0:14:18 GMT -5
"Man, I missed getting pissed like no reason! It don't matter how much ye love my Isa, but everysingle day it gets to be too much... But I miss her already! An' wast wrong with my beby?! It's a bueatful baby!" he said missing his finger nearly and cutting the table "I think...I should stop!" he said pushing his bottle away from him "You're a bad influence on me!" he said laughing. "So come on, tells me, this is what the Ol' high and mights got you doing?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Nov 5, 2006 0:22:46 GMT -5
"Oh, so'sat wha' yer talkin' t'me fer?" Charles slurred. "Ya wanna know wha' Vold'mort's up ta... I dunno, e's been quie' lately. Ain' even called a meetin'. He ain' assigned us nothin', so's there ain' nothin' to lie abou'. But if 'e knew I's gettin' drunk like this, e'd probly kill me just for bein' pathetic. I don' deny it, ei'er... I probly d'serve it..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 5, 2006 0:25:59 GMT -5
"Really? Really? The dark side is boring!" Voltaire laughed loudly at that and said "Hey, Try this!" and he poured a small purple vial into his glass and handed it to Charles, then he took out another one and drank it straight from the vial and waited for the effect.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Nov 5, 2006 0:34:09 GMT -5
"Whazzis?" Charles said, taking the vial from him. "Ya tryin' t'poison me? Not that I don' d'serve it..." He shrugged and downed the contents of the vial, then waited to see what it would do.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 5, 2006 0:38:12 GMT -5
Voltaire felt much better not thinking everything was a clever joke on Charles's part. "Wow that scotch packs a punch doesn't it?! and you nearly drank all of it!" said Voltaire looking aghast at Charles, how did his liver do it?!
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Nov 5, 2006 0:42:37 GMT -5
After a few minutes, Charles began to feel different. He was... sober. Why that hadn't happened since... well, he wasn't sure when the last time he'd been totally sober had been. "Yeah, that's why I like the stuff. It's even better on an empty stomach!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 5, 2006 0:46:49 GMT -5
"Bollocks, you can't drink like that on an empty stomach. Do you have a bloody death wish? you saw what He was going to do to me, and He LIKED me." Said Voltaire seriously to Charles...while he really couldn't grasp how he ended up talking with him so jovially. Ah the powers of Alcohol...
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Post by Madelyn Sykes on Nov 5, 2006 0:51:56 GMT -5
After arguing with the fish for 20 minutes (during which time she got some very strange looks), Maddie finally figured out that the fish wanted the new guy to go home early. She didn't know why (inanimate objects tended to be so very nonspecific sometimes), but she knew she was not going to hear the end of it from the stupid fish if she didn't get the guy to leave. So she hurried over to the table where the two men were sitting. "I'm sorry, I think you've had enough," she said to him, not yet noticing that he was perfectly sober.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Nov 5, 2006 0:54:02 GMT -5
"As a matter of fact, I do have a death wish!" Charles replied. As the bartender came up to them and told Voltaire he'd had enough, he blinked at her. "Aren't you usually saying that to me?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 5, 2006 0:55:28 GMT -5
"What? I'm sorry Darlin' but had you come over about ...oh say a minute ago, I might of agreed. Now I'm perfectly sober! So's peaches over here!" Voltaire said jerking his thumb at Charles. "So you have a death wish, You could die a little better than off of scotch!" he said turning at him.
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Post by Madelyn Sykes on Nov 5, 2006 1:04:59 GMT -5
Maddie looked back and forth between them. "But.... you've had about 8 shots! And you... you drink almost a whole bottle! You should both be about to pass out by now!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 5, 2006 1:08:08 GMT -5
"Uh... Wizard!" Voltaire said smiling at her. "Now Darlin' Since the effects of Alcohol are no longer upon us, We could now start the process all over again." he grinned. "That's a Thai Potion for Sobriety." he grinned at Charles. "Handy isn't it?"
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Post by Claudia Morley on Nov 5, 2006 1:09:45 GMT -5
Claudia walked into the nightclub, wearing a slinky, low-cut black dress that clung tightly to her curvaceous form. She had found that even in the wizarding world, a slutty muggle dress worked best when it came to attracting men. She looked around and spotted two familiar faces... that idiot Charles, and Voltaire Rothschild, the husband of her dear cousin Isabella. She smiled wickedly. Oh, this was more than she dared hope for...
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Post by Madelyn Sykes on Nov 5, 2006 1:12:12 GMT -5
Maddie stared at him for a second, then realization dawned. "Oh, you took Sobering Solution!" she said, laughing. "I guess not a lot of people who come here really want to be sober... But, um... well, shouldn't you go home now? Um, before you get drunk again?"
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