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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 11, 2014 20:09:59 GMT
"43%!" Thea exclaimed as she took a drink. "I don't think Oliver did worse than that." She was referring to her math grade as of now. She wasn't sure quite when Oliver had decided that partying was more fun than school, but she had decided that as about a year ago. She'd have loved to see Oliver's grades of this same time, just to see how they compared, but she figured she'd have him beat on the low end, and that was what she was aiming for.
She crumpled up her paper and tossed it into the first garbage she saw. Well, it might not have been garbage, might have been a vase. She was drunk, and it was only an hour into her friend's party. She felt like that was another accomplishment, and something to really be proud of right now. She stumbled a bit as she wandered around, not really caring about how anything else went.
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Post by Richard Grayson on Apr 11, 2014 21:16:36 GMT
Despite the fact he tried not to get drunk on school nights, especially with how strict things had been back when he was in Gotham, he was already a good bit drunk. He hadn't really drank before, so his tolerance was somewhat low. The party that Richard was at wasn't a party he had been planning to go to: Some friends had just brought him here and he'd gone with the flow. And so, three shots of tequila and three beers later, he was struggling not to fall down. Only reason he wasn't was because of his sense of balance, even when intoxicated. But that didn't mean he was having trouble standing up without the aid of the wall he was leaning again.
And then, just as Dick felt like he was about to slide down the wall, a beautiful girl stumbled past him, and his hero complex came forward. Stepping forward, he reached out to grab her shoulder. "Hey, you okay?" He wasn't gonna try and talk to her about anything he didn't have to. But, always being the Martyr, he was trying to make sure that she was okay. And then, he realized who this was: Thea Queen.
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 11, 2014 22:48:44 GMT
She really figured she should have been able to hold her booze better. She'd done it before with at least this much, and well, Oliver was always good at it. She figured. She couldn't remember, she never really saw. Tommy had declined to tell her much about that part of Oliver's life after he disappeared...died. But she knew her brother, and she figured she could take a guess at his level. Well, it could also be size, of course...
Then she stumbled and fell into someone's arms. Well, that was always nice, not falling on your face or anything. That would have hurt, and she was happy to avoid that. She turned her head up to look at Dick. He asked if she was ok, but she wasn't sure how to answer that. Primarily because she couldn't think of how to form words at this moment. After taking a few moments, she was able to nod, at least.
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Post by Richard Grayson on Apr 11, 2014 23:07:15 GMT
Against the wall, he forced himself not to fall down...To stand as still as he possibly could, and to make sure that he didn't go down to his knees. If Bruce had taught him how to handle his alcohol better, he wouldn't need to worry about falling over and making a fool of himself. But, right now, he just needed to make sure that he could stay against this wall and also make sure that he didn't say anything offensive, or punch anyone. Especially if his combat training came into effect.
As she nodded, he nodded as well. She was drunk, he could tell that much: You barely stumble if you're sober, unless you're a clumsy person. And, in his inebriated state, he realized how beautiful she was. He'd have realized that if he was sober, but he realized it much more quickly then he would if he were drunk. "Enjoying the party?" He asked this as a simple question, simply because he was a curious person. Plus, he'd like to talk to her more.
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 11, 2014 23:11:50 GMT
It was hard for her to take notice of his features right now, being drunk was doing that to her. She heard his question, but wasn't sure how to answer it. She moved away from him a little and against the wall, trying to stand on her own two feet. "Well, either this party sucks, and I had to get wasted to deal with it...or...," she was slowing down now, slurring her speech a bit. She paused, "Or...it's...um..." She forgot the word 'good'.
She wasn't a stranger to being drunk, or to being high. She just didn't try to maintain conversation like this while in either of those states. It's not that she couldn't, but this was drunker than usual for her, and she was having difficulties at this new low (high?) of drunkenness.
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Post by Richard Grayson on Apr 11, 2014 23:24:48 GMT
He had noticed that she was having some difficulty speaking. He'd seen that effect before, and he knew it was an effect that could easily happen to anyone who was drunk, high or even just a bit out of it. "Good?" He was wondering if 'Good' was the word that she was struggling to remember. At the same time, he had no idea what else to say. And just as he pushed himself off of the wall to try and stand up unsupported, he face planted and groaned slightly: So much for having the amazing balance of a tight rope walker juggling flaming pins.
Well, despite the fact he knew he should get up, he just lay there. The ground was so much more comfortable than standing up, and it just had a certain feel to it that made him enjoy being able to lie down. But, knowing that he couldn't stay this way, he forced himself to roll over, sit up and lean back against the wall.
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 11, 2014 23:27:56 GMT
"Good," she repeated as she slumped against the wall, "Good...," she repeated, as if not wanting to risk forgetting it, so she said it a second time for no other reason. She let out a bit of a groan and rubbed her head as she slid down to the ground with her back against the wall. She turned her head to him to finally get a look at him.
Wow. Drunk or sober, wow was the same answer. She tried to straighten up her back a bit, "Y...you," she stuttered, "are pretty damn hot." At least she got the important part out without stuttering or any other problems. She was hoping that this wouldn't come back to bite her somehow, but she figured it wouldn't. She was a Queen after all, she was going to probably be fine in that statement.
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Post by Richard Grayson on Apr 11, 2014 23:54:31 GMT
As he had fallen, he had noticed Thea slide down the wall as well. So, he wasn't the only one who could fall down either. Plus, it meant he wasn't alone right now and he was enjoying the view: The view of a beautiful woman that is. Looking at her as he finally managed to sit down beside her, he was surprised as her words. He hadn't expected her to say he was hot, but he did give her a small grin.
"And you are stunn---" He hiccuped as he was about to finish saying stunning, but forced himself to finish "Stunning and beautiful." He wasn't sure whether or not he should do now. But he did know that he could probably try and make a move. He wouldn't, however, because it would be like he was taking advantage of her. And he did not want to do that to her.
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 12, 2014 0:05:32 GMT
"I know," she told him with a drunken smile. She turned her head and looked out at the rest of the party, "They're all having fun, and we're here, drunk..." She slid down and leaned against him, "Not that I mind..." At least her dialogue was coming back, she was starting to be able to speak again without slurring her words or losing them again. How long this was going to last, who knew?
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Post by Richard Grayson on Apr 12, 2014 0:12:33 GMT
He grinned back at her and just said "If you know that then then that is great." As she leaned into him and said they were here drunk, he just shrugged a bit. "We may be over here drunk, but we're still having fun. And being here with you is really nice." In a friendly moment, he put his arm around her shoulders. He wasn't trying to cuddle up to her , just being friendly and a good guy.
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 12, 2014 0:15:52 GMT
"Thea Queen," she told him as she settled back into his arm and put some more weight against him to get a bit more comfortable. She liked this, but it was probably because she was drunk and getting tired. She wouldn't be doing this sober, although she'd still be very interested in someone who looked like him. She wanted to know who he was, and hopefully remember it later, after she sobered up.
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Post by Richard Grayson on Apr 12, 2014 15:44:22 GMT
"Nice to meet you Thea. I'm Richard Grayson, but my friends call me Dick." He was surprised he'd gotten that sentence out clearly, but he was a bit happy he had. If he was sober, he wouldn't be this close to her. Not because he disliked her, just he didn't want to move to fast with someone he barely knew. But, he wanted to find her again when he was sober, and have a proper conversation with her.
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 12, 2014 22:06:25 GMT
"Grayson?" she asked him, "Isn't that...," she didn't finish. She held a hand up and quickly got to her feet. She stumbled over to a vase - she could tell it was a vase this time - and threw up into it. After that she waited a moment, grabbed part of the tablecloth next to her and wiped off her mouth. She stumbled back over to him and collapsed beside him, "Aren't you rich or something?"
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Post by Richard Grayson on Apr 12, 2014 22:23:05 GMT
As she was about to ask him about his last name, he just nodded. Yes, Grayson was a well known name due to the fact he was the ward of Bruce Wayne, but he didn't want every girl chasing him for this. And then, Thea threw up into a vase and wiped her mouth on a table cloth. While he wouldn't hold that against her, he would say that she was going to need to sanitize her mouth. As she collapsed beside him, he unthinkingly brought both arms around her, holding her close. "Yes, I am a bit wealthy: I don't flaunt it though, I prefer not to have people think of me for money. Not saying you do."
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 12, 2014 22:31:21 GMT
She didn't mind his arms around her like that, in fact, she quite enjoyed it. She shook her head, "I don't care about your money. My family has plenty for me." She smiled a bit after saying that and slumped her head down onto his shoulder. She was getting tired, but by no means did she want to admit that, or to leave him.
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