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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 26, 2007 21:59:08 GMT -5
~five drinks later~
Brooklyn was laughing at random objects she saw. She was way past tipsy now and Gabe had cut her off. "Do you hear music? I hear music." she slurred, laughing at the ringtone and singing along off key.
Gabe shook his head. "Never again..." he said.
Brooklyn finally realized it was her phone and flipped it open. "Hello?"
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Post by Race on Dec 26, 2007 22:12:01 GMT -5
"I busted the poker hall,they threw me out" Race said,they really had,she kicked a rock across the road, glaring at anyone who came too close to her "I got 70,000 dollars in my pockets,in downtown Manhattan, I'm a walkin' disaster! Come get me."
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 26, 2007 22:14:22 GMT -5
"Hi Race! You bought 70,000 dollars worth of rockets? Good for you!" Brooklyn slurred, laughing.
Gabe sighed and took the phone away from her. "Hi, we'll be there soon."
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Post by Race on Dec 26, 2007 22:18:14 GMT -5
"thanks" Race said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 26, 2007 22:47:20 GMT -5
When they got to the poker hall to pick Race up, Brooklyn was staring up at the ceiling muttering to herself and laughing. She turned to Gabe. "I love you!" she yelled, laying her head on his shoulder, then she sat up quickly, hearing sirens. "Do you hear that?! The bulls are comin' ta get us!" she slurred. "Move over! Lemme drive!"
"NO! They're not even after us!" Gabe yelled, putting his arm in front of her to keep her in her own seat.
"Fine then! I'm leaving! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!" she jumped out of the car and took off down the sidewalk, unable to run in a straight line. She ran into a pole and jumped up. "WATCH WHERE YA GOIN'!"
Gabe jumped out of the car and sprinted after her, catching her in a flying tackle that sent them both to the ground. She screamed. He covered her mouth and wrestled her back to the car. By the time he got her back in the car, she had passed out. "Thank God..." Gabe said, out of breath from the struggle.
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Post by Race on Dec 27, 2007 15:04:25 GMT -5
"Wow...." Race said,raising her eyebrows, "What they put in her drink?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 27, 2007 16:10:27 GMT -5
"She had eight rounds..." Gabe said, trying to catch his breath.
Brooklyn was mumbling in her sleep.
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Post by Race on Dec 28, 2007 19:47:27 GMT -5
"Don't you know when to stop her?" Race said, "Do you not recall last New Years?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 28, 2007 19:59:47 GMT -5
Brooklyn jerked awake. "It's New Years already?! I need my party hat!"
Gabe stared blankly at her. "No babe, it's not-"
"OH GOD! STOP THE CAR!" Brooklyn jumped out before it had stopped completely and ran to a trash can, throwing up.
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Post by Race on Dec 29, 2007 18:17:10 GMT -5
Race raised her eyebrows, "don't let her drink again Gabe," she said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 29, 2007 18:23:02 GMT -5
"Trust me...I'm not planning on it." Gabe said, watching as Brooklyn passed out beside the trash can. He sighed and got out of the car, walking over and picking her up and carrying her back, strapping her in to the passenger's seat.
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Post by Race on Dec 29, 2007 18:43:15 GMT -5
Race just counted her money, "I should be set for awhile.Think I should take up professional poker?" she asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 29, 2007 18:52:27 GMT -5
"Sure," Gabe said, smiling a bit. He pulled the car into the parking deck and got out, lifting Brooklyn up over his shoulder to carry her up the stairs.
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Post by Tellie on Dec 29, 2007 22:02:19 GMT -5
Tellie tapped her fingers on the countertop as she called Race's phone. "Where ARE they?!" she wondered aloud.
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Post by Race on Dec 30, 2007 17:35:34 GMT -5
Race finally noticed her phone ringing, she answered it,"chello?" she said.
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