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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 4, 2009 22:41:30 GMT -5
She purred in the Lawyers ear as she sat in his lap, sipping some drink that he had given her. She was bored that day and now, she no idea where she was and who these people were, but she didn't care. "Your a pretty lil thang ain't cha?" he said, in some down Southern drawl as his hand crawled around her waist. She giggled and slured to him with a wink, "You have no idea" A few feet away, the bartender shook his head staring at her. He took the phone that he took from her earlier and called the most called number. "Hello? sir, I need you to come down and pick up this chick"
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Post by Julian Stilwell on Jun 4, 2009 22:47:43 GMT -5
It was late, and Julian had only been asleep for about an hour. Suddenly, the phone rang, it said it was Callie, but it wasn't her voice. "Hello? sir, I need you to come down and pick up this chick" He groaned loudly, and nearly shouted at the guy. "WHAT THE FUCK, DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIM--Ugh, where is she, and what did she." He thought for a second. "What did she drink, and is she a little tipsy, or near falling over, and has she thrown up yet?"
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 4, 2009 22:50:50 GMT -5
The Bartender's nose twitched at the tone, so he put the phone away from his ear and looked over the bar to check her out. She was giggling and rocking on the guys leg. "Shes drinking a Bourbon stright and shes at the point of falling. Our address is 234 West Monty Ave." He hung up the cell and cleaned the glass wondering why he liked his job.
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Post by Julian Stilwell on Jun 4, 2009 22:54:15 GMT -5
"Thanks." Julian hung up, and didn't even get dressed, running out of his apartment in nothing but a pair of sneakers and pajama pants. At the moment, he was saving money to buy a motorcycle, and his current car wasn't the greatest thing it the world. The clunky little toyota served its purpose, as best it could. In the car, he put on a blue sweatshirt, and drove as quickly as he could to the bar. When he got there, he ran inside, pulling Callie off of some guys lap. "Excuse me, can I borrow her. She's a minor." Julian took her hand. "Can you walk?"
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 4, 2009 23:00:40 GMT -5
Callie was about to kiss....tyler....robert....george? Hell, she didn't care, but before she could do anything she felt herself be dragged off. Her wavering eyes caught sight of a familar face and then through the haze, she saw Julian. "Can you walk?" She pulled herself from him stumbling as she fumbled looking around for her purse, stupid small black thing. "I can take care of myself...drink?" she asked holding up her glass to him as she slipped and a litter slipt over.
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Post by Julian Stilwell on Jun 4, 2009 23:03:49 GMT -5
"Ok." Julian said, flipping Callie over his shoulder, looking at her lawyer. He took the know empty glass out of her hands, and handed it to the guy she was with. "Well, thanks for taking care of her. Don't call us, we'll call you." With that, he walked tword the door and out, stopping right in front of his car. "C'mon Call, really, were gonna do this again?"
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 4, 2009 23:07:06 GMT -5
AS soon as he flipped her. Callie started to beat his back in false pretense. "YOU LET ME DOWN!!!!" She tired her best, but failed aimlessly as he walked out the door. "C'mon Call, really, were gonna do this again" he said in that stupid little tone of his. She pushed herself away from him angrily. "[b]I didn't ask you to come[/b]."[/color]
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Post by Julian Stilwell on Jun 4, 2009 23:10:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, Yeah. Get in the car Cinder-drunk. Lets go, your carriage of gold is about to turn porcelian, and if you throw up in my car, your cleaning it." Julian said, opening the door. He hated when she did this, but he could never stay mad at her for long.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 4, 2009 23:13:38 GMT -5
She sighed, and crawled in the back seat. There was crap everywhere, but she couldn't really care without seeing straight. She yelled out, "I don't want to go home" That morning, Her mom told her that her Dad's ashes were finally being sent to the house and that they were going to have a "proper" cerimonal thing to honor his memory, a bunch of bullshit. She felt so alone.... shr curled herself in a ball as she felt hot welted tears in her eyes.
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Post by Julian Stilwell on Jun 4, 2009 23:18:35 GMT -5
"Fine. Your gonna do what do whenever you get drunk. Your gonna come to my house, vomit for about an hour, and then sleep. Concrete plan." Julian couldn't help but laugh as they pulled into the lot behind his building. "Well, lets go, before your buddy from the bar decides he wants to follow us home."
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 4, 2009 23:23:45 GMT -5
She growled slightly at him as she sat up and said into his ear. "Hey, rather, let me vomit in the street and end up in the gutter" she sighed and collasped, laying down. Her eyes fluttered as she tired to focus on the roof of the car. She rolled her eyes at his last comment. "Oh please, he'd follow us just to get some....but there are other girls for that..."
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Post by Julian Stilwell on Jun 6, 2009 23:21:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, guess your right. C'mon, kid, we gotta go inside. Its freezing." Julian took her hands, and helped to lead her to her feet, before taking her in both his arms, and carried her inside, and dropped her on the bed, covering her in the sheet that he slept with. "If your gonna vomit, you know where the bathroom is. If your throw up in my bed I will kill you." he said sternly. "Repeate: IF YOU THROW UP IN MY BED I WILL KILL YOU!" he siged, and knelt down on the bed next to her. "Go to sleep." He kissed her forehead, then took a pillow off the bed, and jumped down on the couch, and drifted off.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 6, 2009 23:29:44 GMT -5
Cal drifted in and out of her drunk haze, but as soon as she felt Julian away from her, she called. "Ian! wait....." she didn't know if he stopped or not, but whatever. "Why do care?" it was a honest question, no one really cared what happened to her. Ollie would yell and say i should know better, Bri would wink and say that she should have joined me, and Alex would just be ashamed. No one ever cared what happened to Callisto Monmair.
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Post by Julian Stilwell on Jun 6, 2009 23:40:34 GMT -5
Julian had been asleep for more than thirty seconds when he heard her call someone, someone he didn't know. He sat up. "Call, who the hell is Ian?" he snapped, walking over to the bed. Her next question stunned him for a second. " Why do I care? Well who else would? Definatley not your witch of a mom, who is too busy with her own crap to worry about you, or the people you call friends, woh encourage this crap?"
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Jun 6, 2009 23:44:09 GMT -5
Callie was too drunk to cry, but she reached up to touch his chin. "I wish... i wish i was someone else. right now i'd love to be some sober homless person in England or something." She tired to laugh, but she gaged and turned her head the other way and puked on the other side of the bed.
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