a wild drunk appeared! [open, drunk bo??]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 420px; height: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; line-height: 140%;][justify]Though he didn't turn towards Arachnophobia, he did address her with a rhetorical question. "She was swearing and acting hostile to my friend, what would you have done, let the abuse linger?". He knew the leader would be quick to take the side against Bo, but she was still a valid member of BloodClan, one who he'd prefer not to lose when his circle was already minuscule. Ah, darn, he wasn't going to stick around to argue with a kid, especially since she was intent on getting the other away from the scene. HBK would thank her for that had the passive aggressiveness not been obvious.

Shaking his head, his attention would focus on Bo, once again trying to have a more optimistic attitude to him. It was easy to do, change from happy to sad and vice versa that was, he was so used for having different views on different BloodClanners, he could flip like a switch. "Yeah, just promise me you're not going to drink to the point where you're passing out though, ok? Forcefeeding yarrow to someone has never been a dream of mine," and for good reason.

/ want bo & hbk to have a private thread? cx
/ also hella rushed because my dad's yelling at me for something.

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[fancypost bgcolor=grey; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 358px; height: 200px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: 8px; color: snow; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px black;][justify]"Can y'all just shut the goddamn *ing up?" Russia snarled- no, demanded at those retorting against Boleyn in a venomous tone, prowling over with nicked auricles flattened upon a well shaped cranium. "Get a *ing hold of yourselves. There's an apocalypse going on if you haven't *ing noticed, and right now, it seems like your more concerned about getting your *ing in. Until you find the decency to realise that we've lost our home, and that we all have our *ty moments, snap it shut" Infuriated heat pooled into her feminine facial features, a vibrant maroon accenting chiseled cheekbones. This was why she despised groups. They always had their problems. If it had just been her and Hemlock, then Russia would have been happy with just the two of them. Otherwise, she would take the life of a lone wolf, free from bull*. "Kids have been killed, our own, and the only thing we're all worried about is someone else's drama that I don't frankly give two *s about. What's wrong with you?" They were a poisoned generation, that's what.

Although she was grateful for HBK, who was one of the very few she wasn't pissed at right now, Russia wasn't taking any sides. That would only fuel the situation more, like adding gasoline to a fire. Turning to Boleyn with a displeased expression, the athletically framed sergeant let her icy gaze drop to the bottles. "Stop it and get a grip. You think you're the only one with problems? We're all swimming in deep * right now, and I don't see anyone drowning their worries in alcohol. Focus on what's more important right now, which is surviving through this hell, because that's what needs our attention right now. You should leave with HBK and Eva...take some time to sober up"[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]It seemed to him, as the male came forth, that a lot of BloodClanners were used to indulging in alcohol. Normally, Firestarter wouldn't care at all, however, alcohol was usually a good prerequisite to acts of unruliness and being annoying, and Firestarter simply couldn't put up with that. Ears flicking forwards as the tom took a seat to watch the ongoing argument, he decided that now was a good time to be quiet and simply observe, which was easy to do when said argument was so drama-rich. Firestarter loved drama and gossip, unless said drama and gossip included him, from then he hated anything having to do with it.

From where the argument was going, he decided that Merle and Boleyn had once been a thing, having broken up after the latter had went missing. From there, Merle had moved away from her and had gotten with Beth, from which they now had a few kids here and there. And Boleyn was salty about it. Keeping himself from snorting, the tom simply narrowed his eyes and decided that, if the apocalypse got too bad, she would be the first one he would sacrifice to the walkers.

#bluecheer

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify][size=8]Blue felt her hackles rise- not that she did anything to neaten them- and her lip curled. She didn't give two shits about being mature in a situation such as this. Did nobody pay attention to the fact that this Boleyn bitch was drunk off her ass and bringing up issues that could just as easily stay buried? So what, she was upset about the fact her boyfriend of two minutes had dumped her because she'd fallen off the face of the earth. Blue rolled her eyes at this, and she nearly burst into cold laughter. If it weren't for Ara's tail around her flanks, she would have long since lunged.
"Excuse me for being realistic," the girl murmured sharply, but didn't glance at anyone as she said this. Apart of her knew how irrational she was being, but she payed that side no attention.
Russia seemed to be the only one with sense, and Blue turned to eye her gratefully. She'd put it into words perfectly, and for a moment Blue envied the athletic lupine for being able to put together in words what Blue's flaring temper disabled her from doing.
At the mention of her father, Blue deflated. She didn't blame Ara, of course, but it did remind her. Besides, the cheetah was only pointing out that they all had problems. It didn't give Bo the right to get drunk and go complain about it. For a moment, her anger flared again, nostrils expanding, but Blue eventually let the majority of it go.