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paradisalogs2013-04-17 08:38 am
sandoval) wrote in paradisalogs2013-04-17 08:38 am
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I ain't drunk
Who: An uncharacteristically melancholy Sandoval and you!
What: Sandoval's been lonely without Mistress - and what do lonely people do? That's right, drink! With lots of (probably stolen) alcohol choices!
When: The night of April 17th, and it's a bit after Samkranti, so a perfect excuse to drink is had by all.
Where: The roof, under the stars.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Sandoval was laying among several bottles of liquor, gazing up at the night sky with a slight frown on his face. He missed her, he'd admit - and it's a shame he couldn't go with Mistress back home, at least for the company it would bring. Here, he felt out of place without her to add some sexual deviancy and fun to the atmosphere.
But what could he do, except wait?
That's why Sandoval had taken to the roof, in the hopes that a romantic starry night would lift his spirits. Drinking alone, it didn't seem to be doing any good; it may have been making it worse. Regardless, he wasn't going to let all this wonderful alcohol go to waste. Sandoval sat back up, wobbling just a little, before pouring himself another drink.
He had at least thought ahead and brought a pile of things to lay on, from blankets to furs, as well as several more glasses. He hoped that someone would be foolish enough to join him on a whim.
(( ooc: Journal post HERE! ))
What: Sandoval's been lonely without Mistress - and what do lonely people do? That's right, drink! With lots of (probably stolen) alcohol choices!
When: The night of April 17th, and it's a bit after Samkranti, so a perfect excuse to drink is had by all.
Where: The roof, under the stars.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Sandoval was laying among several bottles of liquor, gazing up at the night sky with a slight frown on his face. He missed her, he'd admit - and it's a shame he couldn't go with Mistress back home, at least for the company it would bring. Here, he felt out of place without her to add some sexual deviancy and fun to the atmosphere.
But what could he do, except wait?
That's why Sandoval had taken to the roof, in the hopes that a romantic starry night would lift his spirits. Drinking alone, it didn't seem to be doing any good; it may have been making it worse. Regardless, he wasn't going to let all this wonderful alcohol go to waste. Sandoval sat back up, wobbling just a little, before pouring himself another drink.
He had at least thought ahead and brought a pile of things to lay on, from blankets to furs, as well as several more glasses. He hoped that someone would be foolish enough to join him on a whim.
(( ooc: Journal post HERE! ))
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Crowley pauses a moment, watching him. Yeah, something is definitely up. He sighs, sitting down before him, taking the bottle and having a swig of it.
"It's whiskey. And yes, it is delicious," he'll hand it back.