fire meet gasoline | o, joining

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    angel with a shotgun - johnny - male
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    from his point of view the whole world was spinning. the whole ground flipped and tumbled over itself as he staggered through the gardens, his steps heavy and uneven. to anyone who had ever drank alcohol before, it was obvious that johnny was drunk, and to a dangerous extent. it had honestly seemed like a good idea at first; his mates had invited him over for a drink or two after they had completed a heist, so it was a fairly good reason. what he hadn't expected was another gang to bust in and start beating everyone up, and god dammit, he would've fought along side them if not for the fact that they had been outnumbered.

    so what did he do? he did the coward's thing and ran, the alcohol making it hard for him to properly think or see. the coyote must have been running for at least an hour when he finally came upon these gardens, which had also seemed like a good idea at the moment. he was starting to regret the decision though, blood mixing with vomit as he started to throw up in one of the bushes. fuck, how much did he consume? well whatever the amount, it wasn't agreeing with his body, that's for sure. "shit." he managed, "i don't have time for this."

    needless to say that since harvey was a mere two-month-old, he knew nothing about alcohol or becoming drunk. he had picked up scent traces of it, however, a strong smell that repelled him almost instantly. but this time, when his nose registered the unique smell, his small paws led him to the drunken coyote.

    ignoring the brief swear word — he was oblivious to what that was as well — he paused, his vision snaking along the running stranger with curiosity. shock entered his features as johnny began to vomit into the bushes. hurrying over, almost tripping in his sprint, he quickly began to inquire, "qu'est-il arrivé? are you okay?"


    i could keep running, hiding till they find me

    ( male - older than time - the elite - stormclan - archangel - tags )

    Gabe hadn't been that drunk in a long time. His naturally quick metabolism made ir difficult to get him even a bit drunk, but he had managed to get that wasted before. And luckily, he knew the best way to deal with a hangover. That was just information he wasn't going to share until this guy was sober enough to explain what he was doing here. And Harvey, the young male who had joined not too long ago, was the first to notice the intruder, so of course Gabe was going to be a bit worried. "Hey, try not to trample the plants or anything," he'd joke, voice laced with a touch of warning, as he padded over, not worried too much about the physical state of the stranger. He conjured a glass of water and would offer it to the coyote, glancing at Harvey, who looked srunned, to say the least. "Here, drink this, or something. Just don't puke again. And if you do, don't do it on me," he quipped dryly, hoping he was aware enough to understand their words.

    SUGARPEA SCOPPIO - 4 YEARS - FEMALE
    Sugar made her way over just it time to watch the stranger vomit into the bushes. He smelled gross- obviously because of the vomit, but also the bitter scent of alcohol. The reindeer just stayed quiet, albeit offered a hesitant smile to John as she stopped beside Gabriel.