Post by Prysm Ray on Aug 24, 2011 17:37:41 GMT -5
While these people were humiliating themselves with their Karaoke, Prysm was sitting in the corner of the bar, nervously biting on one of her fingernails. Her head was just full of random voices, and... and she was seeing shit that shouldn't be there. She came to this Karaoke bar to try and drown out the voices, but it wasn't helping an awful lot. It only added dreadful background noise onto her confusing night. A simple smoke had turned her night upside fuckin' down.
Laced Drugs are bad. Very, very bad. Or at least that's what Prysm was finding out as she stared at a pitcher of beer on a table across the bar... it had a face on it, and it started to laugh.
What the fuck is wrong with you.
Really, can't even win a match, and you can't even keep your head straight.
9/11 was a Conspiracy.
Muffins.... how do they work?
Prysm shook her head sharply, trying to get the random fucking voices out of her head even momentarily. But she had no such luck.
Stupid bitch, can't get rid of us that easily.
I like muffins.
Penelope will never like you.
Exhaling, Prysm stood up sharply. If she couldn't drown the voices out, there's no point in subjecting herself to this shitty music. Any good vibe she had gotten from the weed she smoked earlier was being covered up by this... agitating side effect from whatever it was laced with. Getting a little light headed because of how fast she stood up. She used to do that all the time as a kid.
You can't learn shit can you?
Hehehe, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Muffins?!
Sighing, she went to leave the bar, making sure not to step on any of the gnomes on the floor. They were everywhere, it took quite a bit of coordination not to step on them. However as she looked up, a group of men caught her eye. She recognized at least three of them as wrestlers, as she used to live on wrestling as a younger girl. She watched various different federations.
Well shit, at least they can wrestle. You can barely dropkick somebody.
Maybe they can teach you!
YAY SCHOOOOOL. SCHOOL MEANS MUFFINS.
Walking over to them, making sure to try her best to ignore all of those retarded voices and of course not to step on any of those peaceful gnomes. The bartender had just poured all of the shots, but the men were still bickering or talking, or something.
Hey, Fellas. You look like the partying type... so... take this off my hands will ya?
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a near perfect condition blunt. Setting it on the bar in front of them.
That will... Fuck you up. To put it nicely. One hit, max, is all I would recommend.
She had only gotten one of them, and a single hit had royally messed her up.
They know I have it. I... I need to get rid of it.
You can't get rid of us that easily you know.
Deja vu!
I wonder how you say Muffin in spanish...
SHUT UP.
[/size]Laced Drugs are bad. Very, very bad. Or at least that's what Prysm was finding out as she stared at a pitcher of beer on a table across the bar... it had a face on it, and it started to laugh.
What the fuck is wrong with you.
Really, can't even win a match, and you can't even keep your head straight.
9/11 was a Conspiracy.
Muffins.... how do they work?
Prysm shook her head sharply, trying to get the random fucking voices out of her head even momentarily. But she had no such luck.
Stupid bitch, can't get rid of us that easily.
I like muffins.
Penelope will never like you.
Exhaling, Prysm stood up sharply. If she couldn't drown the voices out, there's no point in subjecting herself to this shitty music. Any good vibe she had gotten from the weed she smoked earlier was being covered up by this... agitating side effect from whatever it was laced with. Getting a little light headed because of how fast she stood up. She used to do that all the time as a kid.
You can't learn shit can you?
Hehehe, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Muffins?!
Sighing, she went to leave the bar, making sure not to step on any of the gnomes on the floor. They were everywhere, it took quite a bit of coordination not to step on them. However as she looked up, a group of men caught her eye. She recognized at least three of them as wrestlers, as she used to live on wrestling as a younger girl. She watched various different federations.
Well shit, at least they can wrestle. You can barely dropkick somebody.
Maybe they can teach you!
YAY SCHOOOOOL. SCHOOL MEANS MUFFINS.
Walking over to them, making sure to try her best to ignore all of those retarded voices and of course not to step on any of those peaceful gnomes. The bartender had just poured all of the shots, but the men were still bickering or talking, or something.
Hey, Fellas. You look like the partying type... so... take this off my hands will ya?
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a near perfect condition blunt. Setting it on the bar in front of them.
That will... Fuck you up. To put it nicely. One hit, max, is all I would recommend.
She had only gotten one of them, and a single hit had royally messed her up.
They know I have it. I... I need to get rid of it.
You can't get rid of us that easily you know.
Deja vu!
I wonder how you say Muffin in spanish...
SHUT UP.
She said loudly, forgetting that she was the only one who could hear the voices. Blushing sheepishly she reached across the bar and grabbed one of the shots that they had just ordered. Just so happened to be the one in front of Cam. She shot it insanely fast, setting the shot glass upside down back on the bar. She was an insanely light weight when it came to alcohol. A few shots would pretty much mess her up.
You're making yourself look crazy.
Good thing Penelope isn't here. Like she needs another reason to hate you.
I bet she hates Muffins too.... Evil woman.
Just... shut up...
Shaking her head, she reached towards the other side and grabbed another one of their shots. This one being Cruise's. Downing that one, she slammed it back down. Those two shots were way more than enough for Prysm to get messed up.
Good god, look at the horns on that walrus.
She said as she looked toward the bartender, who gave her a rather odd look. Shaking her head, assuming she was just seeing things again. She says one last thing.
Alright, heed my warning... The Purple Panda, wakes at dawn.
As she said that she quickly left the bar. Of course making sure not to step on any gnomes, she would've hated to upset the almighty gnome king.[/center][/color]
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