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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px;][justify][size=10]Barnes was drunk. Really, awfully, horribly drunk. He'd been trying hard to stay away from alcohol, though there'd been an old stash within his own beach house. Tucked away into dusty wooden cabinets, bottles of all sorts of alcohol nestled together ⏤ untouched. The shepard-mix was breaking whatever personal promises he'd made with himself and was now slumped onto the floor, vision slightly blurred. The heavy stench of alcohol deep within his ebony and chocolate colored coat. Metallic foreleg stretched outwards, forcing the boards to creak and groan. Of course, he hadn't drank it all, James wasn't even *ing close to an alcoholic... right? Judgment muddled together into cloudy thoughts as the world continuously swayed back and forth.


    It had grown late into the night, though a single warm light swung around within his own house. The male hadn't exactly moved much. It felt good to let go of all the thoughts that crossed his head and gave him *ing head aches. His own line of sight watched as dust particles floated through the air. There was nothing else the male thought about, and finally the shepard-mix shoved himself onto all fours and slowly moved on over so that he was leaning against the wall. Knocking his head back against the drywall, so that he wasn't lying on the ground. Carrying one or two bottles with him as well. The deputy would only then tip back the alcohol, letting it burn his throat.


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    ~ Mistdream Pluma ~
    "EYES OF ICE,"
    Mistdream "Mist/Dream/Dreamer" Pluma, Female, Deputy, Sunclan, Left Back leg is Metal, Large Black Dragon wings with silver tips, Demoness, Bi, Hard-Extreme, Attack in Bold #A9F5F2





    Mist was... well, she was definitley an alchoholic at the moment. As well as a chocoholic, but that was off-topic. Now that Uyuni was gone and she knew that any second she could die again, it really put a damper on your mood. The deputy always seemed to be walking around with some form of beer or alchohol in her vicinity. The sharp and stinging smell of alchohol always clung to her frame now, even when she didn't seem to be drinking at that moment. Right now, Mist had just had a crying bout in her house, and she had drank her sorrows away until she could barely see straight anymore.


    The husky somewhat staggered around camp, trying to clear her head a bit more, but the fresh air didn't seem to do anything to help. Her blurred vision caught the light from Bucky's house, so of course, she made her way forwards to investigate. She would open the door slowly, and look around hesitantly. "Uhh, Bucky? You here?" She would ask, only the slightest slur in her words. Mist would enter Bucky's abode slowly, more than slightly unsure if she should be there. At all. Though of course, she would stay and find out what was up.





    "Mist Speaking." "Mist Thinking." "Guardian Speaking." "Guardian Thinking." Other.
    "AND A HEART TO MATCH."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px;][justify][size=10]/ just a heads up replies might be A LITTLE slow this weekend!!


    The voice caused the shepard-mix to raise his own head upwards with a druken furrow of his brows. For perhaps a few moments, the shape of his own girlfriend shifted back and forth and there were two of her. Yeah. Two. There was a slow blink, as her words registered within his head and only then would canine stumble to all-fours and approach her with a grin. "Where else would I be?" The words didn't really even make that much sense, and without warning the canine would almost attempt to nudge her neck. Drunk. But, it was obvious that the male wasn't trying to do anything hurtful.


    It was almost him just wanting to find some sort of safety, though the canine would continuously embrace the female before letting a few words of amusement draw from his jaws, "I think I'm drunk." There was a pause, "Yeah, drunk." The deputy really just spoke into her fur, unable to bring his head away because he'd found it all too intoxicating in his current state.


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    ~ Mistdream Pluma ~
    "EYES OF ICE,"
    Mistdream "Mist/Dream/Dreamer" Pluma, Female, Deputy, Sunclan, Left Back leg is Metal, Large Black Dragon wings with silver tips, Demoness, Bi, Hard-Extreme, Attack in Bold #A9F5F2


    //noted! Also, REALLY sorry for the late reply



    Mist just laughed at Bucky's words, gently patting him on the back. "I don't know how long i've been drunk... Just that i've almost run out of my extensive collection of beer." She said, her words slightly slurred. Her breath was heavy with the smell of alchohol, and her mismatched gaze wandered around in a blurry and unfocused way. If she were human, her face would have been blotchy from crying, but she wouldn't have cared anyways. Mist wobbled a bit on her paws, her black wing slightly extended as if to catch herself, like the many times she fell when she drank too much. Which was way too often for most people's liking. She took a deep breath as if to steady herself, but she just wobbled a bit more. "F*ck." Mist swore, and quite loudly. She put a paw to her forehead, and began to babble under her breath. Right now, she had absolutley no mental filter. "It feels like an iron spike is being driven through my head. Or maybe am I just remembering when I jumped off a cliff? I dunno anymore." Like the old irish saying went; a drunk man tells no lies. Or in her case, can't stop from saying what she was thinking about. Mist breathed deeply again, but this time attempted to lean on Bucky, since it seemed she had lost her sense of balance completley.





    "Mist Speaking." "Mist Thinking." "Guardian Speaking." "Guardian Thinking." Other.
    "AND A HEART TO MATCH."