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Post by Franciska on Sept 22, 2012 21:59:46 GMT -6
"Zach I have some horrible news for you and I didn't want you to find out like this." She grabbed the bottle from the table in what she thought to be a stealthy manner and slipped it under on of the blankets. "Somebody stole your vodka. Whoever it was is probably long gone by now so you should probably just give up." Fran chose not to answer Eric because she was absolutely right. This masterfully-crafted fort was in fact built with the clear bottle as its glorious center piece. Wait, what bottle? There's no bottle here. There's never been any bottles of anything in this fort. Hugging her arms around her folded legs, she flopped over sideways and let her face rub against the silky smooth sheets. Yes, putting those here was actually the best idea she's ever had in her entire life.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 22, 2012 22:06:45 GMT -6
He froze in place as he watched Fran, his eyebrow twitched a bit. “I hid that vodka so no one would find it.” The cup shook in his hand a bit; it was obvious that he was squeezing it. “IT. WAS. IMPORTED.” Zach also noticed his sheets were what everyone was sitting on. “And.. and these!” He shook his empty hand at them. “Pure silk! You’re going to get crumbs on them!” The man was very close to reaching over and just wrestling the bottle from her, but every time he looked at her he couldn’t stand how.
How.
How impossibly adorable she looked.
He hated it very much.
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Post by Eric on Sept 22, 2012 22:13:31 GMT -6
Eric glanced down at the sheets they were sitting on as a grin slowly spread across her face. Pure silk. Sounded... expensive. Casually, actually no, very over dramatically, she dropped her pretzel crumbs on the sheets. "Huh, preeeetty nice sheets you've got here- oh, whoops."
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Post by Gordon on Sept 22, 2012 22:13:39 GMT -6
Gordon sighed. He wasn't particularly sure how to react to all of this so he merely took a seat to eat some pretzels making sure not to get any crumbs but noticed that Eric was keen and intent on getting crumbs on.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 22, 2012 22:20:30 GMT -6
Fran lay in silence for a good long moment, her mind slowing piecing together this new information. These were his sheets. The sheets from his bed. The sheets he sleeps on. Sheets that have more than likely touched-
Her eyes widened and darted between the spy and the sheets beneath her. Still clutching her legs close, Fran sluggishly rolled over until she was on another blanket. "Anyway, help yourself to snacks." She tried to say casually but she was still very visibly blushing.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 22, 2012 22:24:59 GMT -6
“Stop that, you!” He pointed accusingly at Eric, he had no qualms with possibly harming the Scout. Zach looked over at Fran, scowling a bit. “I hope there’s enough left in there, I am going to need a good amount of alcohol to cope with this.”
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Post by Franciska on Sept 22, 2012 22:27:19 GMT -6
 Fran rolled again so her back was to the spy. She buried her reddened face in a blanket, but her muffled sobs could still be heard. " Jävla ark. Hur i helvete har jag inte ihåg de var hans. Åh gud, rörde jag dem. Med mitt ansikte. Gud hjälpe mig..." |
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Post by Eric on Sept 22, 2012 22:29:56 GMT -6
Eric giggled and ignored the spy, already collecting more chips and pretzels with the intent of ruining the sheets as much as she could.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 22, 2012 22:31:41 GMT -6
He could only make out fragments between her mumbling and his tourist-level knowledge of Swedish. “I hope that means yes. Somehow.” He turned his attention to Gordon. “This is preposterous.” Zacharie downed the rest of his cup in one shot. There must have been at least two shots worth in the cup.
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Post by Gordon on Sept 22, 2012 22:34:25 GMT -6
"I honestly am not certain anymore." Gordon sighed.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 22, 2012 22:42:51 GMT -6
He sniffed a bit as he scowled, but felt slightly more relaxed as the alcohol took effect. It did not, however, affect his anger. Zacharie took a pretzel of his own and bit on one end bitterly. “Children. The lot of you.” He took another glance at Fran. What was she going on about?
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Post by Franciska on Sept 22, 2012 22:47:52 GMT -6
"Nåväl, detta är det. Jag ska till helvetet. Förlåt mig mamma."
Ah yes, now the fort was finally fulfilling its true purpose once again. Soft flooring for curling up on, plush walls to block out sound, and enough food and drink storage for days. Yes, this was indeed the ultimate haven for gross drunken sobbing and Fran was using it to it's full potential. Of course, having Zacharie and the others inside with here was less than ideal but at that moment she hardly cared anymore.
You know what will make everything better? More booze. She pulled the lid from the vodka bottle and took another sip.
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Post by Eric on Sept 22, 2012 22:51:29 GMT -6
Eric shrugged, tossing a chip into her mouth. "Oh yeah, we're children, huh? I happen to see a certain asshat of a spy sitting in here with us children as well."
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Post by Gordon on Sept 22, 2012 22:51:34 GMT -6
"Hey, are you alright there Franciska?" Gordon placed a small hand on her shoulder. He couldn't understand a word of what she was saying but....
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 22, 2012 22:58:13 GMT -6
“What was that about your mother?” He asked, ignoring Eric. Zacharie awkwardly crawled over to Fran, the fort was way too short for his stature. Her back was facing him so he leaned over her to get her attention. “What are you doing?” Oh god, she was still drinking, and curled up, and sobbing.
“Dear, please give me that bottle back, if you would be so kind.” His angry tone softened a bit.
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