Post by tyson on Jun 4, 2009 12:55:54 GMT 1
OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME,
open up your plans and man you're free.[/color][/font]
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Tyson Seth Finch-Fletchley had never been a big drinker, and he never would be. His upbringing had cleared all doubt of that from his mind, and when mixed with his general level-headed outlook, he knew he had the right balance of morals and self-preservation to keep him from getting too intoxicated on a regular basis. Of course, this didn't stop him from getting intoxicated full stop, a loop hole he had managed to take heavy advantage of. He blamed his company, Gabby, naturally. Whenever he put away enough alcohol to keep him from identifying a salad sandwich from a house elf, it was always Gabby's fault. And if not Gabby's, whoever else happened to be in the near vicinity, because Tyson could never admit that he was to blame for any antics he got up to. He was a Finch-Fletchley. He could almost feel the stern gaze his father would give him...
The darkness of the sky shocked him as he glanced out if the leaded window. Wow. How long had he been sitting here, drinking away most of the money his wages had left him for the coming month? A part of him informed him that it was long enough, while another told him to get another drink and forget about the time. If he stood, he'd have a gait in his walk, and his speech was already beginning to slur. His mind buzzed with the firewhiskey he had gulped. Oh Jesus, was his head going to ache tomorrow. A deserved punishment, in the eyes of many.
"I'm getting the next two!" the order member said, his tone a little brasher and louder than his sober identification's. His volume perception was way off, as was his co-ordination. Pointing to his chest as he spoke, Tyson somehow managed to rattle the empty glasses before him, some teetering on their bases. A smirk crossed the eighteen year old's face as they settled back into their places, only slightly disturbed. "That was... That was just too lucky." he chuckled, pressing his palm into his eye as he allowed his body to rest against the wooden table. To be entirely truthful, he need the support.
"You know what else is lucky... You, Gabby! You're just so lucky. You have nice friends -" he continued, gesturing to himself before taking a deep breath, "- and a great family. And a great school, and a great... you know."
Oh dear. Tyson had been let out of his cage. Something that rarely happened, unless in the comfortable company such as that which he had at the moment. The only problem was, it took him quite a while to shut up again.[/center]
tag; FAB-GAB!
outfit; ... *shrug*
credits; template - becca.x of caution
i'm yours, jason mraz for the song lyrics.
notes; sorry it's so shiteous.[/size]
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