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capeandcowllogs2010-04-23 02:07 am
ascending_angel) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-04-23 02:07 am
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WHO: Death, Death, and Apocalypse Junior.
WHERE: Outside of some random bar.
WHEN: Very late Thursday/early Friday
WARNINGS: Insane personas and alter egos, potty language, and possible violence?
SUMMARY: Gambit and Archangel are out drinking their faces off and being jerks to each other, like usual, and happen to run into their dear friend Jono along the way.
FORMAT: Para to start, then Ian can reply with whatever
So it was another random night of drinking for Remy and Warren. The room was warm and loud, and the ladies were in abundance. For the most part, the evening was rather uneventful and, for two X-Men in a bar, that was actually a rather grand feat.
Now though, it was getting late and last call had been announced several moments earlier. Warren had been taking shots most of the night, but was finishing off with a bottle of beer, nursing those last few sips. "Where to next, Cajun?"
Despite all the alcohol, his voice remained steady. Perhaps a bit softer than his usual snappy tone, however.
WHERE: Outside of some random bar.
WHEN: Very late Thursday/early Friday
WARNINGS: Insane personas and alter egos, potty language, and possible violence?
SUMMARY: Gambit and Archangel are out drinking their faces off and being jerks to each other, like usual, and happen to run into their dear friend Jono along the way.
FORMAT: Para to start, then Ian can reply with whatever
So it was another random night of drinking for Remy and Warren. The room was warm and loud, and the ladies were in abundance. For the most part, the evening was rather uneventful and, for two X-Men in a bar, that was actually a rather grand feat.
Now though, it was getting late and last call had been announced several moments earlier. Warren had been taking shots most of the night, but was finishing off with a bottle of beer, nursing those last few sips. "Where to next, Cajun?"
Despite all the alcohol, his voice remained steady. Perhaps a bit softer than his usual snappy tone, however.