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Post by Tyler Lyons on May 29, 2009 2:29:11 GMT -5
Tyler staggered and stumbled out of the leaky cauldron, a little surprised that it was light outside and there were people everywhere. "Coulda' sworn it wuz daark..." Ty slured, scraching his head in confusion. Okay, he knew when to admit he had one too many firewhisky's at the pub. he looked around, trying to figure out where he was for a moment. Realizing he was in London, Tyler's face lit up. Ryder lived in London...now if only he could remember where...
Another few moments of being lost, and Ty remembered the general direction. He tripped over his own feet, tumbling to the ground once or twice and running into some people. "'scuze me," Tyler said. "Sorry Miss..." then he turned around and did a double take on the woman he just ran into, "or maybe not," he winked.
Finally he made it to Ryder's apartment. Tyler held up a fist and banged on the door. "HEY RYDER!" Tyler yelled, causing a lot of noise. "Hey Get up you lazy sak! Open this bloody wall..." people were now opening their doors to stare. "Boy if you don't open up right now, I'll...I swear Imma blast down this thing with me...oops..." he was about to pull out his wand when it fumbled in his fingers and dropped on the ground. "aw hell..."
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Post by Ryder Lyons on May 29, 2009 2:37:20 GMT -5
Ryder's eyes shot open as Tyler's drunken slurs reverberated through his walls and into the back room where he slept. He had always hoped that if his cousin decided to indulge himself at the Leaky Cauldron, he might forget where Ryder lived and just stayed there until Ryder passed through on his morning route to the Santino's. He was up, with a robe over him pajama pants in a matter of seconds. His landlord wouldn't be pleased with him if he found out which room was causing all the ruckus.
"Tyler," Ryder opened the door, standing straight. "You need to lower your voice."
Ryder was used to this. Tyler always that guy in their friendship. Ryder had stability, if he could call it that. But it was certainly concrete compared to his cousin's haphazardous lifestyle. Ryder pulled Tyler inside and threw him on the couch, grabbing his wand and shooting his neighbors apologetic looks.
"If you want to come visit me," Ryder sighed, heading toward the kitchen. "Please keep my needs in the back of your mind."
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Post by Tyler Lyons on May 29, 2009 3:09:02 GMT -5
Tyler cheered up immensly when Ryder answered. "Hiya Cuz," Tyler said with a wide grin. "Wha' took you so long, got a girlie in thrr...?" He asked as Ryder sort of threw him on the couch. "Glad to see you kept my spare bed clean..." he huffed. Tyler's head began to throb and he lied down on the head rest. "Hey boyo, got a bottle of vodka in there maybe?" he asked, eyes still shut. "Or some whisky maybe, my heads-a killin me..."
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Post by Ryder Lyons on May 31, 2009 19:55:29 GMT -5
"No," Ryder sighed, frusturated with Tyler. It was a lot of fun when the two could go drinking together, and he could undernstand Tyler's need for alcohol. But when he was constantly watching Tyler stumble to where ever he was headed next. Ryder was constantly explaining he didn't have much interest in any of the girls that seemed to be interested in him. They were too talkitive for him.
"I got rid of it," Ryder said simpley, handing Tyler a cup of coffee. He didn't have time to whip up some sort of potion to make his headache disappear, but it was Tyler's fault that he was in pain. You reap what you sow, and Ryder obeyed that rule faithfully.
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jun 2, 2009 22:25:27 GMT -5
Tyler groaned as his cousin handed him a cup of coffee. "Spoil sport," he rolled his eyes. "Shoulda been out with me last night Ryder," Tyler laughed. "It was a blast...i think," he scratched his head, trying to remember the night before.
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Post by Ryder Lyons on Jun 11, 2009 1:08:02 GMT -5
"Drink it," Ryder walked to his room to pull on a shirt to make himself feel less exposed. When he returned, Tyler made it sound like he had forgot what or who he had done that night. This didn't surprise Ryder in the slightest. In fact, Ryder was in awe on how Tyler could handle women. How he could throw them away without them sniffling and bawling their way back to ruin his life.
"Why don't we go out some other time, and I'll inform you of your great adventures," Ryder said in his sarcastic monotone. "You should write a book."
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jun 16, 2009 19:33:34 GMT -5
"How 'but a hangover potion?" Tyler said. He chuckled at the cup of coffee his cousin had given him. How in the bloody hell was this crap going to help.
"You;d have to write it for me, I don't remember half the sh*t we do... or I do..." Tyler stood up and wobbled a bit before staggering over to Ryder. "You need a girl Ry..." Tyler said. "Not even, really, you just need to get laid, you're still too up tight, even after all these years." He tripped a little, regained his balance, and then went to the kitchen. "You still working for that scary guy?"
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Post by Ryder Lyons on Jun 22, 2009 21:25:32 GMT -5
"You sow what you reap, Tyler," Ryder shot him a reproachful look. Tyler's constant habits needed to be fixed, and rewarding him with a potion to take his problems away wasn't going to cut it in the long run.
"I'd be thoroughly surprised if you could write at all," Ryder responded sourly to Tyler's comment. He wasn't uptight, he had always been this way. And he certainly didn't need some whiny, self- image obsessed girl anywhere near him or his business. Ryder was quite fine on his own. If you'd have asked him, RYder would have said he was even better without his parents. "And yes. Why do you ask?"
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jun 23, 2009 0:40:10 GMT -5
"Cause that would explain why you never have the night off, always workin' for the scary guy," Tyler could never place the name of his cousin's boss, so he stuck to the reference as, "the scary guy" because, to the honest truth, the man was a little scary.
He opened Ryder's fridge and spotted a butterbeer on the door. He checked over his shoulder and, when Ryder wasn't looking, he swiped it and put in in the inside pocket of his robes. "So when can we hang out again?" Tyler said.
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Post by Ryder Lyons on Jul 4, 2009 14:55:34 GMT -5
"My job pays the bills," Ryder said shortly. "Which is more then I can say for you." Ryder had always been a little angered that Tyler just relied on his father for most of everything. Uncle was a lot like Tyler in his youth, and Ryder wasn't sure, but they looked like they got along quite well. Ryder shuddered to think of what he could have become if he had stayed in the steps of his own father. He didn't even address the fact that Tyler couldn't remember the name of his boss. It was typical.
"When I request a night off. Do you have something in mind?" Ryder rolled his eyes. This would end up much like every other night Tyler and Ryder 'hung out'.
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 7, 2009 1:16:41 GMT -5
"I find my way around bills," Tyler siad. It was mostly due to his ability to get anything from his father or from being able to charm the hell out of his rather attractive landlordess.
"We should party!" Tyler said excitedly, jumping up to sit on Ryder's counter and cracking open the butterbeer. "You know, head to a muggle bar, find the girls there that are most out of it and wave our little magic wands around to impress them," Drunk women loved it when suddenly someone could make them levitate off the ground, and it usually ended well past the wee hours of the morning back at their apartment. "What do you say?"
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Post by Ryder Lyons on Jul 21, 2009 17:51:46 GMT -5
Ryder rolled his eyes at his cousin. It was admittedly good luck that Tyler's father had received a good inheritance. The two managed to get booze whenever they wanted, and never had to pay rent. Ryder never hoped Tyler would get a reality check, beacause his cousin wouldn't be the same guy who had gotten him through his parents death. Ryder couldn't help but be enternally grateful for that.
"You just came to my apartment drunk," Ryder grabbed his wand, and with a swish, the butter beer sailed from Tyler's grasp. It landed neatly on the table. Leave it to his cousin to break one of the most important wizarding laws to get laid. "I say you are going to get in trouble."
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 25, 2009 2:27:53 GMT -5
"What's life with out a little trouble, keeps you on your toes!" Tyler joked. But of course, Tyler figured if Ryder were anymore on his toes he'd fall forward. The butterbeer he was about to drink suddenly flew out of his grasp and landed on the other side of the room. "Hey!" Tyler pouted. But he knew his dear cousin wouldn't give in. "Spoil sport," he said.
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Post by Ryder Lyons on Jul 27, 2009 1:47:45 GMT -5
Ryder was almost smiling at this philosophy. His job was a mob boss's right hand man. If that wasn't trouble, then Ryder didn't know what was. Of course, Tyler would never be able to find out just what Ryder went through at his job. Ryder never let Tyler remotely near anything that might have anything to do with Marcello, besides alcohol and bars.
"Why don't you do something productive?" Ryder refrained from adding on any unnessecary comments about Tyler's sex life. He was Tyler would make some comment about how important booze and girls was. But it was almost a source of entertainment, which Ryder was glad for.
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Aug 8, 2009 3:59:25 GMT -5
"Like what?" Tyler asked. "I'll let you know, I'm very productive! It takes a lot of work doing what I do everynight." Tyler jumpped off the counter and walked across the room, grabbing the butterbear bottle that Ryder so cleverly summoned away. "Ha!" he teased before taking a swig of it.
"First I have to find the right bar or club," Tyler said. "Then I have to find the right girl, find the right drink, the right amount of alcohol for the two of us, which apartment we should go to..." Tyler went on and on. "It's all calculations what I do." he said seriously.
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Post by Ryder Lyons on Aug 27, 2009 23:43:21 GMT -5
Ryder rolled his eyes as Tyler got the butterbeer. That was nothing to him, he had really wanted to keep Tyler away from booze for five minutes of his life, although that planned seemed to have failed. Tyler would eventually managed to find himself any type of alcohol without much effort, even if it was boobytrapped and set in a mine field. Tyler's luck never seemed to run out.
"Calculations, that's what you call it," Ryder rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter, giving Tyler an amused look. He didn't grab anything from himself, Ryder was into staying comepeltely aware and unimpaired.
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Sept 6, 2009 2:35:14 GMT -5
Tyler downed the butterbeer quickly and placed the bottle back on the counter in Ryder's kitchen. It was worth every drop. The only two things he ever put effort into getting was women and alcohol. He was usually fortunate to get both.
"Yup, calculations," Tyler nodded. He still had so much to teach his dear cousin. "Tonight boyo, you and I are going out. We'll go to that club..." he snapped his fingers, like it would help his memory. "What's it called? The one in Hogsmeade..."
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Post by Ryder Lyons on Dec 7, 2009 0:18:59 GMT -5
Ryder rolled his eyes yet again as Tyler drank an entire butterbeer in what seemed like two gulps. Of course, Tyler would probably search for more booze, but that didn't bother Ryder virtually at all. He didn't care for any liquor that he kept in the house. It gave him less of a risk to drink, because Ryder wasn't one to go to a bar unless forced out. None- the- less, Ryder took out his wand and put a disllusionment charm on the firewhiskey in the cabinent.
"How about we stay in and do something more productive?" Ryder asked. "Such as cleaning your liver?"
It was a miracle to Ryder that Tyler hadn't collapsed from alcohol poisoning yet, although, thanks to his uncle's genes, it might never happen.
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