You have just entered room "Sleazy Geezer."
ForeverSlytherin: There you are. No point getting drunk alone.
SeekerHiggs: Chris... bloody good to see you. Come. Sit. Drink.
warringtonchaser: DRINK. Yes.
keeperbletchley: *turns around to see warrington* Warrington, good to see you.
warringtonchaser: Hey, Reg. Glad you're back.
keeperbletchley: *smiles warmly at him then turns back to her drink*
SeekerHiggs: ::claps Chris on the back:: Heard you've been having a bit of a pisser. Mind talking? We're a right mess ourselves.
warringtonchaser: God, no, I feel like talking to people other than myself, Higgs.
ForeverSlytherin: Tell us about it. Might distract me from committing murder.
SeekerHiggs: ::looks over at Chris in pity:: Sorry to hear that, mate.
keeperbletchley: Yes, tell us about it. I, of all people here, is dying to know.
warringtonchaser: *sigh* Well. You know Derrick.
warringtonchaser: Um, well, obviously you do.
keeperbletchley: *raises eyebrow but waits for him to continue*
SeekerHiggs: ::hands Chris a drink::
warringtonchaser: Tyb is over there. Has been, for hours. And I suppose you know what happened between those two in sixth year.
keeperbletchley: *nods* Go on.
ForeverSlytherin: Thought that was over and done with?
SeekerHiggs: Yes... I do remember hearing something about those two. ::places a sickle on the table:: 's on me, mate.
warringtonchaser: *bleakly* Thanks.
warringtonchaser: I thought it was over, too. Had Tyb crying on my shoulder for months after that whole episode.
SeekerHiggs: ::casts a nervous look over at Marcus::
keeperbletchley: *raises her eyebrow higher but doesnt say anything and gets another drink, this time strong, feeling its going to be a long night*
ForeverSlytherin: Oi! Bletchley? Get me another? I'll get the next round.
keeperbletchley: You don't have to. *gets another one for flint*
warringtonchaser: God. I can't believe he would ever go back to that bastard. *slams hand on the table, in a puddle of ale*
keeperbletchley: *stares at chris and rolls her eyes before returning to her drink, taking a large gulp*
SeekerHiggs: ::awkwardly pats Chris on the back:: Maybe it's not what you think.
SeekerHiggs: ::looks around nervously at Regina and Marcus::
warringtonchaser: *bitterly* Oh, but it is. He's been acting strangely over the past few days, haven't you noticed?
SeekerHiggs: Well, yes.. a bit. But... buggar. Chris, I don't know what to tell you. But I, of all people, know it's wrong to assume anything about people.
ForeverSlytherin: Probably just--I know Tyb said things got nasty with him and Derrick when they split up. I mean. Bound to be some stress there. Even if he's over it.
ForeverSlytherin: ::glares at Higgs, daring him to say *anything*::
keeperbletchley: *Doesn't say anything and continues to drink, and listens to everything they are saying*
warringtonchaser: I'm so bloody sure...
warringtonchaser: I just.... I know him so well. I KNOW.
SeekerHiggs: ::shoots Marcus a look of confusion::
SeekerHiggs: Why don't you wait until he comes home?
keeperbletchley: *looks at chris*
ForeverSlytherin: At the risk of being the bastard of the evening, what happened to the shouts of "PLATONIC!"?
warringtonchaser: *shrug* I thought it was. I tried to ... I tried. I did. He needs someone who isn't me, but who also isn't that fucking Derrick. He needs someone ... better.
keeperbletchley: Let me get this straight. Chris, *looks at him* you're in love with Tyb? God, I'm so utterly confused, I should have been here, but mother insisted I travel around the world, like a lady should. *takes another swing of her drink*
ForeverSlytherin: You? A lady? Fucking hell, is your mother completely deluded?
ForeverSlytherin: And Chris? Does Tyb have any idea about this?
SeekerHiggs: ::sips his drink and looks wearily over at Chris::
keeperbletchley: Leave me alone Flint. *sneers at him then turns to chris*
warringtonchaser: *shakes head* I really don't think he even has a fucking clue.
warringtonchaser: Hell, *I* didn't have a fucking clue until a few days ago.
SeekerHiggs: Have you even talked to him about this?
keeperbletchley: *looks at him symphathetically somwhat, and listens*
warringtonchaser: The other day, I promised Tyb that I'd exact revenge on Derrick if he hurt him. Otherwise... no. What the hell would I *say?*
SeekerHiggs: ::sighs and shakes his head:: You need to talk to him.
ForeverSlytherin: ::shrugs:: Don't look at me. I usually wind up begging Higgs to write the speeches for me.
keeperbletchley: *sniggers into her drink*
SeekerHiggs: ::coughs and shakes his head::
warringtonchaser: I seem to suffer from a lack of eloquency in these matters.
keeperbletchley: *recovers from laughing and turns to chris* Chris... you should talk to him... I can help you pick the right.. er.. words.. if you want...*tries to look helpful*
ForeverSlytherin: Really, Warrington, he ought to know, at least.
warringtonchaser: I don't want to complicate things for him more than they already are, dammit.
keeperbletchley: *sighs* Just talk to him.
ForeverSlytherin: He's your best friend. He deserves to know. I'm not going to tell you everything's going to be all right. But. You should tell him.
keeperbletchley: *nods, and agrees with flint*
SeekerHiggs: And trust Flint. I think we've all been through similar things...
warringtonchaser: *wry* And what's gonna happen when we fight and I storm out of the apartment?
ForeverSlytherin: ::grins:: There's a couch in my office, and a bottle in the desk drawer. Feel free.
SeekerHiggs: Look, mates. I've got to go. I think Ade's probably home... and well... ::looks around at you all::
keeperbletchley: *shrugs* Alright then.
keeperbletchley: Tell him hello from me.
ForeverSlytherin: All right. We'll just have to drink your share.
keeperbletchley: My treat tonight, since I haven't seen you fuckers in forever.
ForeverSlytherin: And look. Things--you know what I mean--they'll be all right.
SeekerHiggs: Yes... please do. ::pats Chris on the back before leaving::
keeperbletchley: Bye Higgs. SeekerHiggs has left the room.
keeperbletchley: *watches from over her shoulder to his retreating back*
keeperbletchley: *turns back to the bartender and asks for another* Anyone want some more?
keeperbletchley: *looks at both of them*
warringtonchaser: *sighs* I guess I'm gonna have to talk to him. Whenever the fuck he decides to get home.
warringtonchaser: You buying?
ForeverSlytherin: Fuck, yes.
keeperbletchley: Of course.
ForeverSlytherin: I'm not nearly drunk enough to deal with....anything, really.
keeperbletchley: *orders 3 more drinks*
keeperbletchley: *and pays for them*
warringtonchaser: What're *you* dealing with, Flint?
keeperbletchley: Yeah *smirks* what *are* you dealing with.
ForeverSlytherin: ::gulps his drink:: Oliver fucking Wood.
ForeverSlytherin: As usual.
keeperbletchley: You claim that he is prettier and a better chaser than me... I hate you also, just to let you know. *sips her drink*
ForeverSlytherin: Bletchley? You've had enough, dear. You're a Keeper.
warringtonchaser: Prettier, yes. Better, probably not, at least not against *us*.
warringtonchaser: What the fuck did he do to you *now?* The Wonder Weasley's woken up, is that it?
ForeverSlytherin: That's part of it.
ForeverSlytherin: Fucking told me last night I was the fucking rebound.
keeperbletchley: ((dammit.. sorry.. just realized my mistake... *smirk*. repeat to self: you are a keeper, you are a keeper))
ForeverSlytherin: Oh, he tried to make it sound better, told me that was before he fell in love with me, but that's fucking cold. Especially since he knew, at the time, how I--well. You both know my feelings on the subject.
keeperbletchley: *nods and takes another long sip from her drink*
ForeverSlytherin: Anyway. And the fucking Weasel's awake. So--fuck it.
keeperbletchley: Hmm... Yeah. *stares into space for a second before coming back to the present*
warringtonchaser: *grits teeth* What the fuck else would you expect from him, Marcus?
warringtonchaser: Gryffindors. They play people worse than we do.
ForeverSlytherin: Which one? The Weasel, or Oliver?
keeperbletchley: Both, no doubt. *scowls into her drink*
ForeverSlytherin: Wood's all right. I mean. Well.
keeperbletchley: *scowls a bit more*...
warringtonchaser: Yeah. Right. Did he tell you he would leave the Weasel for you?
keeperbletchley: *doesn't say anything*
ForeverSlytherin: Well... yes.
keeperbletchley: *raises her eyebrow and sets down her drink, staring at the cup*
warringtonchaser: Then he fucking lied, and you know it.
ForeverSlytherin: How do I know it?
keeperbletchley: *listens to them talk*
keeperbletchley: *staring at her drink*
warringtonchaser: He said he was leaving the Weasel for you, and, as I gather, he isn't.
warringtonchaser: Or, I could just be fucking trashed.
ForeverSlytherin: As you gather? What the fuck have you heard?
ForeverSlytherin: Fucking tell me, Chris.
keeperbletchley: *looks at flint, then back to chris&*
warringtonchaser: *shrug* Just talk. From sources I shouldn't be trusting.
ForeverSlytherin: Tell me anyway. I need to know.
warringtonchaser: Only that Wood was going to go back to the Weasel, because it'd be too hard on his image if he didn't. I don't think it's true, obviously.
keeperbletchley: *raises both of her eyebrows*
ForeverSlytherin: Fuck. Oh fuck. ::drains the rest of his drink:: I need another. Anyone else?
keeperbletchley: You're joking. I hope you are. If so, I'll... I'll pound his bloody face in..
keeperbletchley: Yes, another.
ForeverSlytherin: You, Chris?
keeperbletchley: *looks at flint*
warringtonchaser: Damn, yeah.
warringtonchaser: I'm still fucking trying to forget that eventually I will have to go home and see Tybalt.
keeperbletchley: I'm not sure this will happen, marcus... but if something does happen, I will be here for you... *cough*... Slytherin to the bloody end. *finishes her drink*
ForeverSlytherin: You won't need to be, Bletchley, I'll have thrown myself off the nearest tall building. ::gets up and goes to bar::
keeperbletchley: *turns to chris* he has it bad, hm?
warringtonchaser: God, apparently worse than I do. *gets up and follows Flint*
warringtonchaser: Is he worth it?
ForeverSlytherin: ::completely seriously:: Yes.
ForeverSlytherin: I mean. You probaby don't believe me. He's a Gryffindor. But. Yeah. He's worth it.
warringtonchaser: I believe you. I ... well, I know what it's like when someone is worth it.
ForeverSlytherin: Yeah. You do, don't you.
ForeverSlytherin: ::shurgs:: Doesn't fucking matter, apparently, though, because the Weasel wins again.
keeperbletchley: *comes up behind them*
ForeverSlytherin: ::pays the bartender and hands Warrington and Bletchley their drinks:: Right, Reg, it's your turn. Tell us *your* sorry tale, if you have one.
ForeverSlytherin: We've already established that Chris and I are pathetic bastards in love.
keeperbletchley: You're lucky to even have someone to fancy. Been traveling so much, I don't have time to get a boyfriend or girlfriend. Pathethic, but...*shrugS*
warringtonchaser: I wouldn't exactly classify what we've got as 'boyfriends.'
warringtonchaser: Although a proper descriptive noun escapes me.
keeperbletchley: At least all of you aren't bloody virgins. *the drinks starting to come to*.. Doesn't matter. Boyfriends, girlfriends, fucktoys..
keeperbletchley: whatever.
ForeverSlytherin: ::grimaces:: No, we're not. Another thing I can thank the bloody Weasel for.
ForeverSlytherin: ((Oh, fuck, I did that wrong. Um. Anyway. Penny Clearwater may be showing up...if I get her screen name right.))
warringtonchaser: ((Good. Love her ^^))
keeperbletchley: (( alright... higgs did say he wanted us to show our "racks" to everyone))
ForeverSlytherin: ((That's better.))
LucidH2O1221 has entered the room.
warringtonchaser: 'Lo, Penny.
ForeverSlytherin: Clearwater! Come get pissed and hate men with us.
LucidH2O1221: Hello all.
LucidH2O1221: I think I can handle that.
keeperbletchley: *glares at her and doesn't say anything*
warringtonchaser: Oh, yes, we're having a jolly time, and I'm going to kill myself when I get home.
LucidH2O1221: You sure that's a good idea?
ForeverSlytherin: We both are.
keeperbletchley: *scowls into her drink but still doesn't say anything*
warringtonchaser: Ex-Slytherin Chasers Found Dead.
warringtonchaser: Yes.
ForeverSlytherin: How you planning on doing it, Chris? I'm leaning toward a dive off the astronomy tower.
ForeverSlytherin: Dramatic, yes, but really, when better to go for the melodrama?
keeperbletchley: *rolls her eyes*
keeperbletchley: Both of you are fucking pathetic.
ForeverSlytherin: Well aware of that, Bletchley. Well fucking aware.
warringtonchaser: I think I'll slit my wrists in the bathtub.
warringtonchaser: And yes, i don't need to be reminded of how pathetic we are.
keeperbletchley: *rolls her eyes again*
LucidH2O1221: Revel in the patheticness.
ForeverSlytherin: Oh, we are.
LucidH2O1221: I see that.
warringtonchaser: Sometimes you just need to get fucking drunk and remember how horrible your life is.
keeperbletchley: *breaths in deeply and cracks her neck*
warringtonchaser: Tyb's probably fucking Derrick at this very moment.
keeperbletchley: Stop assuming the worst Chris.
ForeverSlytherin: Oh, you haven't hit the *good* part, Chris. The *good* part is when you finally think you've gotten everything you've *ever* wanted. And then it kicks you in the head and goes back to the fucking Weasel.
keeperbletchley: And stop bloody encouraging him. *shooting a look at flint*
warringtonchaser: You don't know that's true. It probably isn't.
ForeverSlytherin: He admitted he was using me, what do I expect? And you don't know Tyb's fucking Derrick, either, for that matter.
warringtonchaser: No, I don't, but it's damn likely.
ForeverSlytherin: Likewise.
keeperbletchley: *sighs and shakes her head*
ForeverSlytherin: Sorry. Bletchley, do you know Penny Clearwater? She was a couple of years behind us at school.
LucidH2O1221: Hello. *nods*
keeperbletchley: *nods but doesn't say anything*
keeperbletchley: You weren't in slytherin. Ravenclaw?
ForeverSlytherin: Right. That's the extent of my good manners for the evening, girls, you're on your own now.
LucidH2O1221: Yeah, I was Ravenclaw.
keeperbletchley: Hm. *looks her up and down* Figures.
warringtonchaser: She's sort of the first honorary unofficial Slytherin in history.
ForeverSlytherin: First and fucking ONLY.
keeperbletchley: *stares in horror at all three of them*
keeperbletchley: I *have* been away to FUCKING long.
ForeverSlytherin: Really, Reg, we're convinced the hat made a mistake. She's more devious than all three of us put together.
warringtonchaser: It's true. You have no idea.
LucidH2O1221: What'd I do to deserve that compliment (assuming from you its a compliment)?
keeperbletchley: oh god, i need another drink.
warringtonchaser: We all do. I'll buy.
warringtonchaser: You drinking, Clearwater?
keeperbletchley: Fine.
LucidH2O1221: Yeah.
ForeverSlytherin: I can't remember at the moment. What brain cells the alcohol hasn't killed are filled with either hatred or complete despair.
keeperbletchley: Honorary slytherin? ...
keeperbletchley: *shakes head*
warringtonchaser: *slaps down the money*
warringtonchaser: You'll come out of it all right, Flint.
ForeverSlytherin: I'm hoping that if I drink enough, I can forget all about it.
ForeverSlytherin: Sorry, Penny, we're a pathetic lot.
LucidH2O1221: I'm rather used to it.
ForeverSlytherin: I'm sure you are.
keeperbletchley: Clearwater, or shoudl I say, honorary slytherin, why the fuck are you here anyway?
LucidH2O1221: I'm here because Marcus invited me.
keeperbletchley: Marcus, now is it? *coughs and looks at flint*
keeperbletchley: *raising an eyebrow*
ForeverSlytherin: What the hell are you implying, Bletchley?
LucidH2O1221: *says absolutely nothing. nothing at all.*
warringtonchaser: *sighs* I thought we could at least fucking rail about men while not turning on each other.
keeperbletchley: Nothing, just wondering four years out of school and everyone is getting bloody chummy with everyone. Why they hell is it like this?
ForeverSlytherin: Rather we spend the rest of our lives trying to pound each other into the dirt, as well? Because I could go that route...well, maybe not with Clearwater, she'd probably wipe up the floor with me. ::grins:: But in general.
keeperbletchley: *shakes head* it's just bloody different.
LucidH2O1221: *snorts* Wipe the floor... not likely.
warringtonchaser: You should have seen him at Quidditch practices, Clearwater.
LucidH2O1221: Oh yeah? *raises eyebrow*
warringtonchaser: Well, you wouldn't be able to wipe the floor with him, I'm damn certain.
LucidH2O1221: Me too.
ForeverSlytherin: I don't know, I'm pathetically drunk at the moment.
LucidH2O1221: Maybe *now*, but not *sober* you twit.
ForeverSlytherin: I don't plan on being sober in the foreseeable future, though.
keeperbletchley: I have nothing to be sodding drunk about, but I do it because I'm with you idiots. *takes another swing*
warringtonchaser: It's all that fucking Wood's fault.
warringtonchaser: And Derrick, the bastard.
keeperbletchley: *sighs, and mutters* Pathethic, pathetic, pathetic.
LucidH2O1221: And they were always like this?
ForeverSlytherin: I seem to recall that I drank more.
keeperbletchley: Yes.... I wonder how I put up with them..
keeperbletchley: fucking idots. *takes another long swing of her drink*
warringtonchaser: Fuck. I'd better go home, and ... wait for him.
ForeverSlytherin: Yeah. I should probably go and...something.
keeperbletchley: I have to go also. Daddy wants me home.
LucidH2O1221: Sleep sounds good.
ForeverSlytherin: God, Reg, you've got to move out....
keeperbletchley: I know. God, don't fucking remind me.
ForeverSlytherin: I mean. 21 years old and worried about Daddy....
keeperbletchley: Fuck off Flint.
ForeverSlytherin: Oh. Wait. Never mind.
keeperbletchley: *growls*
keeperbletchley: Better watch it flint. *stands up a little unstable*
ForeverSlytherin: I should probably go write that bloody owl to my parents before I give you a hard time about *that.*
warringtonchaser: Watch it, Reg, you're toasted.
keeperbletchley: I'm moving out next week, if I decide to stay here.
LucidH2O1221: *shakes head, finishes drink*
warringtonchaser: Flint, you serious that I can crash on your couch if it gets bad?
keeperbletchley: It won't get fucking bad chris. *obviously drunk*
ForeverSlytherin: Yeah.
ForeverSlytherin: The couch in my office isn't that bad. Ive slept there more than once.
keeperbletchley: *checks her watch*... I got to go.
warringtonchaser: Great, thanks.
warringtonchaser: I'll be getting the fuck out of here. Night, chaps.