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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 2:29:56 GMT -5
Jesse itched his head as he half walked half stumbled out the doors of the third bar he'd been to that night. He wasn't drunk, but close to it, and if he'd known better he'd known that he was in Montmartre, he'd know that it was 12 in the afternoon and he'd know it was the day of the Shakespeare festival.
He wandered in to a crowd of strangely dressed people and began swaying and humming to himself with a look that could kill. A man in a robe moved passed him and tapped his arm a little harder than normal with his shoulder.
Within seconds Jesse was on top of him punching, of course he was mostly missing and hitting the ground.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 25, 2009 2:38:32 GMT -5
Christian had the day off. Since the last time he'd spoken to Jesse, he'd landed a job at the Phoenix and was singing with the company. It wasn't extravagent pay, but it was still good, and he wasn't going to complain about that. They were gearing up for what would be the new season, but at the moment they weren't even at the rehearsal stage, so the actors had some free time on their hands.
Christian wandered through the crowded park, not going in any direction in particular until there was a disturbance nearby. Drawn by sheer curiosity, he headed in that direction and was stopped in his tracks by what he saw.
"Jesse?!"
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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 2:40:58 GMT -5
At the sound of the other mans voice Jesse rolled off the other man, who promptly started crawling away. He lay face first in to the ground, hoping, no praying, that it was all just a bad dream.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 25, 2009 2:45:41 GMT -5
The first time he'd seen Jesse in a while, and the other man was drunk and fighting with someone.
"Great. Just great." His voice was full of disgust. Drinking any too great a scale had always been something that bothered him.
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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 2:47:38 GMT -5
Jesse rolled over slowly and looked up at Jesse "I'm dreaming right" he almost whispered "this is a dream... right?" He giggled "Of course it is, you wouldn't he be here if it wasn't."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 25, 2009 2:50:40 GMT -5
Christian crossed his arms.
"Are you forgetting that I'm the one that told you about this festival? Of course I'd be here."
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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 2:52:37 GMT -5
"Festival?" Jesse looked around, that's why people were wearing the silly costumes and talking all strange, so it wasn't a dream.
Damn.
"Oh god" he tried to stand up "oh god I've just made a durn, durn fool of muself..."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 25, 2009 2:58:00 GMT -5
"I'll say," he deadpanned, shaking his head.
"You're drunk."
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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 3:03:24 GMT -5
"I'm not" he tried to stand up but failed "I'm not drunk" he looked up at Christian looking like a whipped puppy "I'm wasted."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 25, 2009 3:12:49 GMT -5
Still looking rather digusted, he bent down and grabbed Jesse's arm.
"C'mon, get up."
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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 3:25:14 GMT -5
As Christian grabbed his arm Jesse felt a shock go down his spine, sobering him up slightly. Standing up slowly, with a lot of help from Christian Jesse got to his feet. But he didn't have the balls to look the other man in the eye, he just continued to look at the ground.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 25, 2009 3:27:58 GMT -5
He sighed.
"Do you have somewhere you can go? Sleep it off?"
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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 3:29:18 GMT -5
Jesse shook his head, his flat was too far away and he had spent the rest of his money at the last bar "A bench?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Apr 25, 2009 3:30:02 GMT -5
Christian rolled his eyes.
"I should drop you in the river."
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Post by Jesse James on Apr 25, 2009 3:36:11 GMT -5
Jesse shuffled his feet "I-I-I don wanna be sober" he finally looked up and in to Christian's eyes for a fleeting second and turned away.
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