"Be free little peanut! Be free!" MacKenzie sent a pretzel flying across the bar, losing sight of it just as the salty missel collided with a patron's head. "O.K. I think that's more than enough liquor for you Ms. Kordell." An irritated Paul snarked, flinging a peanut absently in Rylie's direction. "Awe! No it's not!" Kenzie replied, having taken to arranging shot glasses in a pyramid. Josh cast a snide smirk at Paul, before returning to his previous activity; Watching Mac and Ry's pyramid grow.
"Mwaha! All hail the shot glass pyramid!" Rylie shouted, somehow managing to tip herself right off her stool. "Way to go Lie." Mac commented, easily downing another shot of tequilla and kahlua, simultaneously. Rylie, having run out of glasses, threw a peanut at Dave. Or, at least, attempted to. The peanut flew past him, bouncing off a man's skull.
An ear-piercing shriek of 'Something bit me' echoed throughout the room, as silence fell like a thick blanket. The man shrieked again, running about the room, pretty much screaming bloody murder and obscenities. Both females arched their brows at one another, Rylie at a loss for words. "And there goes masculinity, shot straight to hell by a pretzel." MacKenzie commented, as the man exited the bar, still yelling.
The room erupted in laughter, Mac's face, an expression of bewilderment and loss. "What'd I do?" Josh shook his head, Randy and Paul attempting to hide their grins. Rylie just shook her head, patted her friend on the shoulder and passed another shot of tequilla to Mac. "It's ok hun, you go back to your own world."
"Seriously, what'd I do? I didn't do it damn-oh, booze!"
~oOo~
"You go solo; Your faggot rainbow; Your junkie ego; Won't save you this time; You go solo; Your tragic disco; Your nazi halo; Won't save you this time!" Both MacKenzie and Rylie screamed, slurred singing horrible. Three hours, and only god knows how many gallons of liquor later, the duo now found themselves face with the most difficult of obsticles; The Hotel Staircase.
"Damn you! Demonic stairs! Begone from my sight!" Rylie shouted, shaking her fist at the next flight. This action, caused the already unbalanced female to tumble backwards. MacKenzie, standing behind Ry, found herself staring at the ceiling in a daze. Luckily, Rylie had only climbed one step, and was pretty much uninjured. That, and Mac had broken her fall.
"Get off me you drunken bint." Mac sputtered, shoving the other off her stomach and staggering to her feet. "This time, I go first." Mac, hands on hips, studied the dangerous situation. "All right, the first thing to do in a situation like this," She began in her most authorative voice. "Is to climb on your hands and knees. Thus, avoids long falls and gives more stability."
Rylie nodded, watching as Kenzie fell, rather unceremoniously, to her knees. Having done this, she began to take that dreaded first step; The first step. It was only when Rylie, who was following Kenzie's example to a wobbly tee, had reached the fifth stair, that Josh, Randy and Ric entered the stairway.
"For fuck's sake, now what're you two doing?"
"Mwaha! All hail the shot glass pyramid!" Rylie shouted, somehow managing to tip herself right off her stool. "Way to go Lie." Mac commented, easily downing another shot of tequilla and kahlua, simultaneously. Rylie, having run out of glasses, threw a peanut at Dave. Or, at least, attempted to. The peanut flew past him, bouncing off a man's skull.
An ear-piercing shriek of 'Something bit me' echoed throughout the room, as silence fell like a thick blanket. The man shrieked again, running about the room, pretty much screaming bloody murder and obscenities. Both females arched their brows at one another, Rylie at a loss for words. "And there goes masculinity, shot straight to hell by a pretzel." MacKenzie commented, as the man exited the bar, still yelling.
The room erupted in laughter, Mac's face, an expression of bewilderment and loss. "What'd I do?" Josh shook his head, Randy and Paul attempting to hide their grins. Rylie just shook her head, patted her friend on the shoulder and passed another shot of tequilla to Mac. "It's ok hun, you go back to your own world."
"Seriously, what'd I do? I didn't do it damn-oh, booze!"
~oOo~
"You go solo; Your faggot rainbow; Your junkie ego; Won't save you this time; You go solo; Your tragic disco; Your nazi halo; Won't save you this time!" Both MacKenzie and Rylie screamed, slurred singing horrible. Three hours, and only god knows how many gallons of liquor later, the duo now found themselves face with the most difficult of obsticles; The Hotel Staircase.
"Damn you! Demonic stairs! Begone from my sight!" Rylie shouted, shaking her fist at the next flight. This action, caused the already unbalanced female to tumble backwards. MacKenzie, standing behind Ry, found herself staring at the ceiling in a daze. Luckily, Rylie had only climbed one step, and was pretty much uninjured. That, and Mac had broken her fall.
"Get off me you drunken bint." Mac sputtered, shoving the other off her stomach and staggering to her feet. "This time, I go first." Mac, hands on hips, studied the dangerous situation. "All right, the first thing to do in a situation like this," She began in her most authorative voice. "Is to climb on your hands and knees. Thus, avoids long falls and gives more stability."
Rylie nodded, watching as Kenzie fell, rather unceremoniously, to her knees. Having done this, she began to take that dreaded first step; The first step. It was only when Rylie, who was following Kenzie's example to a wobbly tee, had reached the fifth stair, that Josh, Randy and Ric entered the stairway.
"For fuck's sake, now what're you two doing?"