Summary: Duo is attempting to walk, think and explain things but for
someone who is drunk explainign things can be a hell of a task. So here is
part two. I will have part three up shortly.
Rate: PG-13 alcohol and language
Disclaimer: Actually I wasn't really gunna add another chapter to this because I had written the original early in the morning but seeing as I got a few reviews and requests, more then I was expecting in all honesty, to make another chapter I figured I can come up with another chapter or two of Duo rambling on. Maybe I can even put some of the pilots in. It was early when I wrote the original and its quite ironic that it is two in the morning when I am writing this. Oh and I still dont own gundam wing or its characters. Too bad. Here ya go, this'll be short but I promise the next one will be longer. I'm gettin kinda tired...That and Farscape is on.
TV, Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol 2 -Alana Haseen
I made it to the top of the stairs before I started to feel the effects of wine on my 86 lb body. Most drinkers look at me and tell me I don't drink...Ok I don't now give me a shot of Jack Danials and we can all be happy. But really, even the other pilots, who have each had their alcoholic moments in the past, are surprised to find that I drink. A happy guy like me? Heh. Well fuck that.
That' who everyone WANTS me to be. They want me to be that so badly that no one sees the noticable things that I do, like not walking in a straight line. Now I hope that we all know who I am talking about because if I have to start thinking about THAT I might burst. Ta preview, SHORTLY, I am talkin about the other Gundam Pilots. All eight of them....Wait a minute there are only....Ack. Well there ya go I can't talk about them because I don't know who them is.
What confuses me is the whole reason why I left them. I used to know but...After a few months it's kinda gotten fuzzy. Either that or the alcohol has started to get to my eyesight as well. I mean in one sense I think I left them because there was just too much tension. And there was too much tension. So much tension that eventually even Heero, Mr.Stick-up- ass-soldier, said he wanted to leave and when THAT happens may the world come to an end. I couldn't stand around and let a little 6 month depression tear the group apart, so I left for them.
It's not like my depression was unprovoked but that little story is for another day. It's too long and emotional to be talked about now. I'm too tired and drunk to feel well enough to start talking about that. Maybe tomorrow when I have a bit of a headache from hangover but not now, not today, not when I stuck at the top of the stairs and unable to move because if I do start walking I'll start staggaring instead of actually walking so I had better be nice about it. The thing about what happened, for all those who weren't a part of it, is quite simple actually. Duo Maxwell, me of course, got all depresso and the other pilots, who were damn surprised I even knew what the word depressed meant, couldn't handle the fact that I was depressed and they kinda....I dunno everyone kinda shifted.
That was a interesting season. When all hell broke out and fighting had no cause, no purpose, no reason, I tried to fix what I originally broke but...There was nothing pilot 02 could do about it. No one wanted to do anything so I left. And look where that got me. Drunk, High and extremely horney. Not to mention tired from no sleep in about....Well since I left, so that was about two or three weeks. Sweet!
I managed to make it safely to my room! 10 points for the drunk Duo! No if only I could find my bed amoung the piles and piles of clothing, tools and random other shit that typically floats around my room. I suppose I will eventually find it but I am too tired and too drunk to care right now so I am going to go to bed in hopes of actually sleeping tonight. Seeing as you typically sleep when lying down and being covered with a blanket. Actually I currently am extremely proud of myself for trying to go to sleep early, at three in the morning. So I will attempt at sleep because every sane human needs sleep. Not that I'm sane but I do need sleep.
Night. From the alcoholic.
Authors Note: Sorry about the shortness I am real busy watching Farscape and not really paying attention to my writing. It may be awkward sounding but I promise you the next chapter has more detail and more...I dont really know the word but when I do I will write it. Review if ya want.
Rate: PG-13 alcohol and language
Disclaimer: Actually I wasn't really gunna add another chapter to this because I had written the original early in the morning but seeing as I got a few reviews and requests, more then I was expecting in all honesty, to make another chapter I figured I can come up with another chapter or two of Duo rambling on. Maybe I can even put some of the pilots in. It was early when I wrote the original and its quite ironic that it is two in the morning when I am writing this. Oh and I still dont own gundam wing or its characters. Too bad. Here ya go, this'll be short but I promise the next one will be longer. I'm gettin kinda tired...That and Farscape is on.
TV, Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol 2 -Alana Haseen
I made it to the top of the stairs before I started to feel the effects of wine on my 86 lb body. Most drinkers look at me and tell me I don't drink...Ok I don't now give me a shot of Jack Danials and we can all be happy. But really, even the other pilots, who have each had their alcoholic moments in the past, are surprised to find that I drink. A happy guy like me? Heh. Well fuck that.
That' who everyone WANTS me to be. They want me to be that so badly that no one sees the noticable things that I do, like not walking in a straight line. Now I hope that we all know who I am talking about because if I have to start thinking about THAT I might burst. Ta preview, SHORTLY, I am talkin about the other Gundam Pilots. All eight of them....Wait a minute there are only....Ack. Well there ya go I can't talk about them because I don't know who them is.
What confuses me is the whole reason why I left them. I used to know but...After a few months it's kinda gotten fuzzy. Either that or the alcohol has started to get to my eyesight as well. I mean in one sense I think I left them because there was just too much tension. And there was too much tension. So much tension that eventually even Heero, Mr.Stick-up- ass-soldier, said he wanted to leave and when THAT happens may the world come to an end. I couldn't stand around and let a little 6 month depression tear the group apart, so I left for them.
It's not like my depression was unprovoked but that little story is for another day. It's too long and emotional to be talked about now. I'm too tired and drunk to feel well enough to start talking about that. Maybe tomorrow when I have a bit of a headache from hangover but not now, not today, not when I stuck at the top of the stairs and unable to move because if I do start walking I'll start staggaring instead of actually walking so I had better be nice about it. The thing about what happened, for all those who weren't a part of it, is quite simple actually. Duo Maxwell, me of course, got all depresso and the other pilots, who were damn surprised I even knew what the word depressed meant, couldn't handle the fact that I was depressed and they kinda....I dunno everyone kinda shifted.
That was a interesting season. When all hell broke out and fighting had no cause, no purpose, no reason, I tried to fix what I originally broke but...There was nothing pilot 02 could do about it. No one wanted to do anything so I left. And look where that got me. Drunk, High and extremely horney. Not to mention tired from no sleep in about....Well since I left, so that was about two or three weeks. Sweet!
I managed to make it safely to my room! 10 points for the drunk Duo! No if only I could find my bed amoung the piles and piles of clothing, tools and random other shit that typically floats around my room. I suppose I will eventually find it but I am too tired and too drunk to care right now so I am going to go to bed in hopes of actually sleeping tonight. Seeing as you typically sleep when lying down and being covered with a blanket. Actually I currently am extremely proud of myself for trying to go to sleep early, at three in the morning. So I will attempt at sleep because every sane human needs sleep. Not that I'm sane but I do need sleep.
Night. From the alcoholic.
Authors Note: Sorry about the shortness I am real busy watching Farscape and not really paying attention to my writing. It may be awkward sounding but I promise you the next chapter has more detail and more...I dont really know the word but when I do I will write it. Review if ya want.
