Note: Ok, here's what happened. I hadn't posted in a while for an RPG I'm in. So one night, probably after smelling that burnt marshmallow marker for too long, I decided to create this.
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OOC: YESSSSSSSSSSS!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ becky has had nothing to post..............becky has had no coherent thought in the past fifteen minutes.............becky is going to make manly men drunk..................
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Reeve stared at Cid. Cid stared at Reeve. No one moved...............................NO MOVEMEMNT. Then....
*BLINK*
Cid smashed his head on the table. Reeve jumped out of his seat. "YESHHHHHHH, I BEAT YOUUUUUUU" and proceeded to dance around the table.
Cid looked up from his smashing. "..nebbbbb.....westy?" He stared blankly at the many MANY empty bottles of various kinds of liquor thrown all over the floor. He vaguely remembered a drinking contest that had bgean out of boredom. Either that or aliens had invaded the ship and shot them with instant drunk rays. Yea, that was it.
Reeve continued his dance. Yes, Reeve was the best dancer ever. He danced awaaaaaaaay....... and into the wall. But that was ok, because he danced the best. He smashed his fists on the table which caused Cid to abruptly come back to the Planet. "I can DANCE better than you," he said, pointing at Cid's forehead.
Cid stood up and pushed the table at Reeve. "Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssshhhhhhh? Well I am the best......." he pondered for a moment. Then he forgot what he was pondering. He walked outside.
Reeve stumbled after his companion. They both managed to stumble outside to where Tifa and Cloud were. "Hey guyysssssssssshhhhhh!" Cid yelled with a wave. Reeve waved franctically as well. Yes, waving was fun. It's also a good word for spelling. Then a thought came to Cid. A THOUGHT. Puffing out his chest, he proclaimed. "I AM CLOUD." He was loud. Yes, that was what Cid was best at, being the loudest.
Reeve pondered Cid's Cloudness. "Well, then I am CLoud's whoooooorrrrreeeeee," he said in the girliest voice he could muster. Jumping into Cid's arms, he kissed the drunken pilot on the lips, then proceeded to shove his tongue down his throat.
Losing all balance that he had, Cid fell off of the Highwind deck, dragging Reeve with him.
They lost conscious.
I can't spell that.
No ONE CAN SPELL.
neb
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OOC: YESSSSSSSSSSS!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ becky has had nothing to post..............becky has had no coherent thought in the past fifteen minutes.............becky is going to make manly men drunk..................
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Reeve stared at Cid. Cid stared at Reeve. No one moved...............................NO MOVEMEMNT. Then....
*BLINK*
Cid smashed his head on the table. Reeve jumped out of his seat. "YESHHHHHHH, I BEAT YOUUUUUUU" and proceeded to dance around the table.
Cid looked up from his smashing. "..nebbbbb.....westy?" He stared blankly at the many MANY empty bottles of various kinds of liquor thrown all over the floor. He vaguely remembered a drinking contest that had bgean out of boredom. Either that or aliens had invaded the ship and shot them with instant drunk rays. Yea, that was it.
Reeve continued his dance. Yes, Reeve was the best dancer ever. He danced awaaaaaaaay....... and into the wall. But that was ok, because he danced the best. He smashed his fists on the table which caused Cid to abruptly come back to the Planet. "I can DANCE better than you," he said, pointing at Cid's forehead.
Cid stood up and pushed the table at Reeve. "Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssshhhhhhh? Well I am the best......." he pondered for a moment. Then he forgot what he was pondering. He walked outside.
Reeve stumbled after his companion. They both managed to stumble outside to where Tifa and Cloud were. "Hey guyysssssssssshhhhhh!" Cid yelled with a wave. Reeve waved franctically as well. Yes, waving was fun. It's also a good word for spelling. Then a thought came to Cid. A THOUGHT. Puffing out his chest, he proclaimed. "I AM CLOUD." He was loud. Yes, that was what Cid was best at, being the loudest.
Reeve pondered Cid's Cloudness. "Well, then I am CLoud's whoooooorrrrreeeeee," he said in the girliest voice he could muster. Jumping into Cid's arms, he kissed the drunken pilot on the lips, then proceeded to shove his tongue down his throat.
Losing all balance that he had, Cid fell off of the Highwind deck, dragging Reeve with him.
They lost conscious.
I can't spell that.
No ONE CAN SPELL.
neb