Tessera 45 7:00 pm William Gojgla Normal Clothes William was as drunk as anyone. He staggered back to Requiem's house, opened the door and staggered into the kitchen to find a Yki figure in the kitchen. It was Requiem. "Oh, *hiccup* Requiem, I... didn't know you... were here."
<blockquote>The atmosphere around where Requiem sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter seemed heavy, filled with a sweet, clear song that he thought was as much within his skull as radiating outwards from his guitar. It was a song with no words; a song about stars and the cold and the long, ecstatic plunge through darkness. Cayson had left him after rampant sex three hours ago, and since he'd been feeding himself on a steady diet of opium joints and vodka. Every fiber of his being screamed with the loss of his mother and sister, their ghosts re-born from the dreams that had haunted him for the last week. "Will," he hissed, his words half-slurred as his head turned to the drummer. "You bastard - you're fucking smashed. 'Couse I'm here, otherwise the door woudn't be open." His acid-green eyhes danced vividly through the smoke, an opium joint dangling between the long, articulate fingers of his left hand, a half-empty bottle of vodka besides him.</blockquote>
"It... wasn't open. It was... unlocked *hiccup*" Will had his left paw on his forehead. "I have... a splitting head... ache" Will turned to Requiem, "Not even.... Hre is this... fucking drunk. I'm even... drunker than... he is."
<blockquote>ooc. It would be nice if you didn't use elipses every other word and lengthened your posts. ic. Requiem eyed William, his eyes half-slitted. "I'll get you some painkillers," he murmured, smoke issuing in great, blue-white whorls from his parted lips. The half-Yki reached up to one of the counters above him, pulling out a pair of foil-wrapped tabs of aspirin and handing them to Will. The rockstar had once tried to overdose with fifty of the pills, coupled with whiskey, after he left home for the first time. It didn't work. He'd only ended up getting his stomach pumped. "How is Hre?" he asked, his chin resting on his upturned palm.</blockquote>
ooc. Ok ic. William took the painkillers. It did little help, it only helped with his headache. He turned back to Requiem and replied, "Oh, he's good and ok. Um... You haven't met yet, have you? Because I don't remember introducing him to you. I know I introduced him to the others but I don't remember introducing him to you. Will went to the fridge and got a bottle of water out. He poured it into a glass and put the bottle back into the fridge. He walked to a stool and sat on it next to where Requiem was sitting.
<center><table width=398 bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 style="border:1px solid #99FF33;"><tr><td background="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/shrapnelserpent/reqtable2.jpg" height=100></td></tr><tr><td><div align=justify><fon, t color=white style="font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; line-height:10.5px;"><font color= "#99FF33"><div align=left><font color= "#CCFF66">[ooc.]we'll wake up your mothers</font></div> --- <div align=left><font color= "#CCFF66">[ic.]we'll start a commotion </font></div> 'Quiem shook his head, his eyeliner-rimmed eyes half-shut, lending him a smoky appearence reminescent of the poet Pilum Shynut. <font color= "#CCFF66">"No. I haven't met him. I don't believe that you've formally met Cay'ni, either."</font> The orange arden, whom he'd recently proclaimed as his soulmate and one and only in a number of songs and talk shows, had become a daily presence in his life. He even had his own wardrobe at the house. <font color= "#CCFF66">"He's real sweet. I'm sure you two would get together well."</font> Putting an end to yet another one of his bad habits, Cay had convinced him of stopping his use of coke and nujeq - only his opium addiction remained, along with an inherited taste for alchohal and Ecstasy. He extinguished the joint, now burnt down to a stump, with his thumb and flicked it into the sink. <br ></div></td></tr></table><center>
"I'm sure he is and I would like to meet him oneday." An idea came into Will's mind, "I have an idea. There's going to be a cruise next week. I'll just find the notice for it." Will went through his bag to find a notice about the cruise. "ah, here it is." Will pulled the notice out of his bag and handed it to Requiem. "I thought that since there's going to be a cruise, we could go on the cruise and we could bring them then. What do you think?" He put his elbow on the bench and rested his chin on his right hand.
<BLOCKQUOTE>Requiem turned his head the other way momentarily. Clearing his throat, he washed the ash off of his opium-stained fingertips and closed his eyes. "Ah..." he murumured weakly. "I'm not sure if Cay would like that - see, he's had some pretty bad experiences on cruises." He felt bad for turning down Will's offer, but he swallowed the upwelling emotion and offered the drummer a weak smile. "I'm sorry. I just think it'd be pretty emotional for him, and I don't want that to happen." </blockquote>
"Ow, that's awkward. Hmmmm." Will pondered for an idea for awhile. He thought and thought, until he clicked his fingers. "Actually, there is something else. Just give me a minute." He reached for his bag and took out a folder and opened it and flipped through the sheets of notes and notices. He found a notice saying something about a party going on a week after the cruise. He pulled out the notice and handed it to Requiem. "How about a party instead? It's on a week after the cruise." He turned around then back. "Oh, if your wondering about the folder, I'm a Gold Member of the Aurius Book Club."
<blockquote>Requiem felt his brow crinkle in disdain as he stared at Will, something like the crosshairs of a gun etched in his dilated pupils. "You? In a book club? Geeze, Will, I... wow. I just wouldn't expect you to be in something like that. Doesn't seem like you." The arrival of the end of his high only made things worse, adding several new additions to the Drug-induced Plug-Ins directory – the most notable of these being SayYesToAnyParty3.5; a self-evolving program with rather worrisome AI capabilities. "Ah, I'd love to go - I'm sure Cay and Nell would too. And the rest of the band, for that matter."</blockquote>
Will spun himself and stared at Requiem. He stratched his chin and said back, "Well, looks can be deceiveing. I read in my spare time." Looked to the window and back then something jogged his mind. "That reminds me." He reached into his bag and pulled out a book. "I ordered this book. I read it myself and I think you will like it. It's called Rockstars In History. It's really good." He handed the book to Requiem and smiled. "Ok, that's great. You can contact Nell and Cayson about the party to see what they say, and I'll contact Hre and talk to Jell about it." He was happy that Requiem accepted. He had to ask about the cruise Cayson was on, "what happened on the last cruise?"
<blockquote>Taking the book in hand, Requiem smiled back at William. "Ah, thanks," he said, before Will spoke again. Good, he thought, but the victory was short-lived – pain swelled like a disease in his gut, cold and bitter to taste as Will asked about the previous cruise. Ah, sucky,[/i] his mind whispered, although the expression was more somewhere along the lines of ‘blaeeeeeh’. "Him and his fiancee broke up... someone was shot by the council member, Nyri. It was a huge mess with the news, and people found out he was Koani's son and stuff, and the media has been following him ever since." Requiem frowned at the thought. "I'll be sure to call Nell and Cay. But - acht...." he groaned, rubbing his temple. "I want to sleep. I'm tired, and I think I'm starting to crash."</blockquote>
Will saw that Requiem was ready to fall to the ground and sleep. "Yeah, well I'd better get going too. Hre will be waiting for me at my house so I'd better not keep him waiting." Will was still abit hazy from drinking but he knew that wasn't going to stop him. He grabbed the nylon handle straps on his bag and was leaving the kitchen until he turned around. "So, I'll probably see on the night of the party. I'm sure Hre will be anxious to meet you... and Cayson for that matter." Will stood under the arch entrance to the kitchen watching having another sip of vodka. "Oh, and arr... take it easy on the vodka mate, or you have a massive hangover in the morning." He turned back, "See you later."
<blockquote> Now it was Requiem's turn to turn away and clench his fists at the burn in his gut, his friends's words shivering through his bones. "Thank you - I'll make sure to go easy on it. Have a nice night, Will."</blockquote>
