Excuse me while I get Smashed.

[Murduck]

~ The drunks lay across the floor, drowning in their own piss and vomit. The stench of alcohol and smoke lingered the air in the dinky little tavern. Murdoc sits at the bar, having another swig of whiskey and of course, getting a bit more than tipsy. He was flat out smashed off his arse, so drunk he could hardly see straight or think. But that's what he needed the most. Not to be able to see or think, and most of all, feel ~

Drunk: Heyyyy. You're that *hick* Murdoc Niccal..yer supposed to be dead..

Nah..mate you're just drunk. I'm not really here..

Drunk:...Noooooo. I'm right you are *hick* him..If you're him..then I must be Jesus.. *jumps out the window, trying to fly, but falls flat on his face*

*groans*

[Lissachoa]

*steps over the drunk and keeps walking*

[Murduck]

*leans my head on the surface of the bar*

Another swig mate *slurs at the bartender*

Bartender: Sir, I think you've had enough..

*groans, looking up at him and glaring*

I'll tell you when I've had enough *slurs, growling* Another swig!!

Bartender: *Sigh**fills glass with more whiskey*

[Lissachoa]

*stops for a moment and peeks in. rolls me eyes*

figures.....*coughs*

[Murduck]

*tilts my head back, downing the whiskey quickly**slams the glass on the table*

What do you want, Choa. *slurs*

[Lissachoa]

Nothing, which is what I got out of all of this...

Chooaaaa, dont be bitch.

oh...sorry.

just kidding..heh....*coughs* I'm just out for some freash air...

[Murduck]

At a smoke filled bar? C'mon we all know why you're here *sways a bit and turns around to face her*

Yoooouuuu're here, to give me a pep talk on how great life is and some shit like that and you're just going to lay a whole load of crap about moving on and eerrr falling down and some bollocks like that.

Spare me. *turns back around* Another swig, mate, I'm on a roll.

[Lissachoa]

why bother pep talk to someone who wont even listen..besides I'm thinking about drinking myself anyways...

[Murduck]

*looks over at her*

You know what, you're a class A bitch. And I absolutely love you for it. Cheers *tilts my glass to her and guzzles it down*

[Lissachoa]

Drunks say the funniest things....

*rolls my eyes* Whatever.
*roughtly sits down next to him and lays my head down*

[Murduck]

Erreeeeeeeeooow a little drink for the lady.. On me *slurs to bartender*

Bartender: What will it be, ma'am?

[Lissachoa]

Get be me a beer and a shot glass of Viagra water

(( XD ))

[Murduck]

(( .. Excuse me while I hide myself. ))

Bartender: Already smashed. *wipes shot glass and pulls out a bottle of beer* Sorry, no viagra water.

*looks over at her, swaying from my stool* HAHA! Viagra water.. That's rich! *sneers*

[Lissachoa]

just get me some pretilze then.
*looks down at the beer for a moment*

[Murduck]

(( Browser..being..a...shit..Dx ))

Woooooh I'm guessing about now Lissa and her newfound reborn life of hers is now having a good fuck with the downtrodden excuse of a man Sondersin *slurs, swaying back from my chair, only to maintain balance by clinging to the bar*

You know you know what?

Bartender: Oh god. *places a bowl of pretzels on the table* Not this again*

I don't need them! I don't need you, or her, or that bender about! All I need is my money, and my booze and me AHAHA, I'm blessed. *lays my head against the bar surface*
Fuck ittt.