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Post by Alfred on May 4, 2009 20:10:28 GMT -5
Alfred had been left 'home' alone.
This was not a good thing.
The vampire had also managed to acquire alcohol. A lot of it.
This was even worse.
He'd spent the better part of the night imbibing said alcohol. Vampires remained unaffected for a longer time than humans, but Alfred had long ago passed that line. He was far past 'happy drunk'... Hell, he hadn't even been anywhere near 'happy drunk'! The vampire was pretty much permanently miserable... had been for the past decade or so.
Alfred was laying on the chaise longue, one leg hooked over the lower part of the backrest. Various empty bottles were already strewn across the floor in his vicinity and the ones that were still full rested between his legs.
And then there was the one in his hand, close to empty now, that kept going back and forth to his lips.
Had a human drank this much, he'd have probably died of alcohol poisening a long time ago... but stupid vampirism wouldn't even give him that.
At least his head was somewhat empty now, devoid of the usual nightmarish visions for the time being.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 4, 2009 20:24:30 GMT -5
Aziraphale was still out, probably making arrangements for where they were going to be storing their belongings, so Herbert returned to the shop alone, tired but happy.
He could see a light flickering in the hallway as soon as he came close to the stairs, and there was a distinct tang of alcohol on the air.
"Oh, Alfred," he groaned, more to himself.
He came upstairs and gave the other vampire a weary look.
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Post by Alfred on May 4, 2009 20:27:25 GMT -5
Alfred seemed to barely notice Herbert. He was barely noticing a lot... or nothing at all, depending on your point of view. It was a nice experience.
The vampire brought the bottle to his lips once more, emptying this one as well.
It actually took him a few seconds to realize the thing was empty and the way he looked at it when he did would have been comical had the entire situation not looked so utterly tragic.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 4, 2009 20:29:31 GMT -5
"Alfred, where did you get this?" Herbert sighed.
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Post by Alfred on May 4, 2009 20:33:32 GMT -5
"Muh?"
Alfred half-turned his head in Herbert's general direction, letting the empty bottle slip from his fingers and land on the floor with a thud.
Since that was a problem that required immediate fixing the vampire reached between his legs and picked up the first bottle that came under his hand. Wine. Good. Easy to open.
He slammed a fang into the cork, pulled it out and then tried and failed to spit out the cork. Meh.
Without even bothering with another attempt to dislodge the cork, Alfred resumed his drinking.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 4, 2009 20:38:27 GMT -5
"All right, that's it," Herbert muttered. "Give me that."
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Post by Alfred on May 4, 2009 20:42:05 GMT -5
Alfred removed the bottle from his mouth for a few seconds, thereby dislodging the cork from his fang. It took a while for him to realize he was being talked to and by then he wasn't quite sure what had been said anyway.
He took another swig.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 4, 2009 20:45:43 GMT -5
"Alfred..."
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Post by Alfred on May 4, 2009 20:48:57 GMT -5
Alfred turned his head slightly, looking at Herbert with a rather unfocused gaze, but didn't stop drinking.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 11, 2009 22:01:27 GMT -5
"Oh, do get up."
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Post by Alfred on May 11, 2009 22:06:27 GMT -5
Even in his present state... or perhaps due to his present state, Alfred laughed.
He was so far beyond standing by now...
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 12, 2009 18:27:09 GMT -5
"Am I going to have to make you?"
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Post by Alfred on May 12, 2009 18:39:03 GMT -5
Alfred looked from the bottle to Herbert and appeared to be considering something.
Finally he took another swig from the bottle.
It would be a shame to throw it while there was still something left in it.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 27, 2009 19:54:29 GMT -5
Herbert made a frustrated little noise and came forward.
"That is quite enough of that," he said as he snatched the bottle from Alfred's hands.
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Post by Alfred on May 27, 2009 20:00:47 GMT -5
With a really rather intimidating snarl Alfred attempted to lunge at Herbert.
His attempt failed halfway through since he was incapable of maintaining his balance and was instead flung back onto the chaise, cutting his own tongue on one of his bared fangs in the process.
As he spat out the blood, not really caring about ruining a perfectly good if slightly alcohol soaked carpet, he shot Herbert a look of drunk loathing before reaching for another bottle.
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