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pick one {muffin} Dec 30, 2015 14:27:45 GMT -5

Post by mat on Dec 30, 2015 14:27:45 GMT -5

Jarvis Botts

Ping? Pong

~~So, I decided to get drunk at a bar today!~~

No, that doesn't sound right. Pepper likes it when I sound happy.

~~In order to piss of Pepper, I went out to a bar. I like bars. They're cool.~~

I can't say that either. Fullstopping makes so many people uncomfortable. I want Pepper to read it all, and she won't read it if there's fullstopping.

I went to a bar because I wanted to get drunk. And Pepper, if you have a problem with it,suck grow a pair and suck it up!

Yes, I like that!

--

That was the start of my note to Pepper. She's been making me write her notes about where I go, and why I go there. I do it with honesty, hoping that someday she'll just give up. She still thinks that I am crazy. I know so because I always get the same old stares, then she will look away as if he did something wrong. I've promised her too many times now that I am fine. I am not mentally deranged. I am Jarvis Botts!

So, I went to the bar. It was filled with people older than me, but I could care less. We all came here for one reason: to get drunk! For what reason? Because we feel like it! It's very awkward, but I keep a smile on my face. I get dirty looks, but none of them are as dirty as Number and Aang.

After I grab my drink (which I had just pointed to, saying "That one!") I walked over to a table. It was hard to find someone who didn't give me a dirty look, but once I found one, I sat with him.

I sit in silence, staring at the man, waiting for the magic word.

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pick one {muffin} Dec 30, 2015 15:02:42 GMT -5

Post by Muffinface on Dec 30, 2015 15:02:42 GMT -5

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Astley's darkened gaze slips slowly upward across an empty shot glass, and a half-drank bottle of booze, a shocked look crossing his features.

No one sits with him. Ever. Except this kid, with that wild spark in his eyes, clothes gloriously matching; much different than his own stained hoodie, wrinkled undershirt, soaked boots. He wants to laugh, but he doesn't- not because he can't but because confusion pounds through his head worse than the gentle embrace of a headache.

"Um...." is all he can bring himself to say as his eyebrows knit together, rising high into his bushy hair, pale gaze locking on the kid.

Like a motor finally slipping into second gear, he lowers his fingers to his pocket, and withdraws a pack of cigarettes, wondering half-heartedly if that's what the kid wanted. "You... Uh... You want one?" he inquires, slipping the open end of the package towards the kid, eyeing him distrustfully.

On closer examination, he looks younger than Astley himself, and that puts his hair on end. What kid would just wander into a bar of their own free will? Maybe he wants a shot, but can't get it himself? He ponders this, but stares back at the bottle, a frown on his lips.

Nope, that's not it either.

"Can... Can I help you?"

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pick one {muffin} Dec 30, 2015 15:40:27 GMT -5

Post by mat on Dec 30, 2015 15:40:27 GMT -5

Jarvis Botts

Ping? Pong

Pepper, you won't believe what happened!

The guy I sat with offered me a cigarette! I took it! I ~~smoked.~~

That sounds too bland.

~~I tried weed!~~

It wasn't weed! It was a cigarette! Silly Jarvis.

I had a puff, and it felt great!

Perfecto!

--

The man's eyes looked drain, probably from all the drinks he has here. I'd assume he's a natural, and by the looks of it, most people in this place are naturals. He looked like he was from the poor parts of District Six. Pepper and Anthony made enough money to be considered 'fairly wealthy' for a Six citizen.

I listened to the man's confused "Umm..", and I almost wanted to laugh! I knew nothing about this man, so I suppose it's okay that he didn't learn to say the special word.

He then asks me if I want a cigarette. I smile as he flicks his package over to me. I'd love to have it! I take one out of the box, hoping that he would have something to light it with. If not, I'll just puff all of it onto him. Now that would be an ideal first impression people receive from me. ~~Note to self: Practice that!~~

He then asks if he can assist me. I shrug, looking behind me.

I speak the magic word only to hint at him to repeat, "Ping," I say. It is not against my rules to do such a thing. It's not directed to the man, so therefore I can say it. I repeat it once, then twice, and stop, turning back around.

In this case, I am the Pretty Inteligent New Guy (P.I.N.G)

I do like that!

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pick one {muffin} Dec 30, 2015 15:57:45 GMT -5

Post by Muffinface on Dec 30, 2015 15:57:45 GMT -5

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

A titanium lighter flicks across the table to the ~~weird ass~~ kid, and Astley can't help but wonder if the barkeep gave him Absynthe this time instead of his usual double-shot moonshine. His hands shuffle, patting his thighs as he looks around uncomfortably for something to do, or talk about.

He struggles to make eye-contact with the bartender for a moment, before the 'Ping'ing begins, and he confusedly turns back to Jarvis, hands lifting and running through dark, brunette locks.

It's gotta be spiked with something. Has to be.

He almost wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation but he doesn't.

Instead, he confusedly repeats- "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Ping- the sound a coin makes at the bottom of an empty coffee mug. Ping- the sound his lighter makes clanking against the metal bartop. Ping- the sound that leaves his lips as his hazy eyes bore through Jarvis absolutely astonished and bewildered all at the same time.

"Ping?"

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pick one {muffin} Dec 31, 2015 18:28:44 GMT -5

Post by mat on Dec 31, 2015 18:28:44 GMT -5

Jarvis Botts

Ping? Pong

And he had no clue how to get me to talk! I practically had to yell it in his face. You have to make sure I'm here, y'know. Mentally present.

~~Pepper, I can assure you I'm mentally present.~~

--

He flicks a lighter as me, and I smile. I've never gotten close enough to cigarettes, but I love the feeling it gives. It gives me freedom rather than the isolation and fear I get at home. I fear Clever, I fear his stupid remarks. Here, I have nothing to fear. As I drink, I realize that I'm invincible rather than fragile. I'm a king, not just a pawn in life.

I light the cigarette and puff it. The smoke comes out from the end of the bud and flies up into the air. Soon, it evaporates. Puffing away my ~~problems~~. No, my feelings. I puff away my feelings. I do not have problems, I am not mentally deranged like Pepper thinks, I am a normal child.

My hints that I had given to him obviously paid off. He seemed confused at first, but he eventually says the magic word.

"Ping?" He says it in the form of a question, but my answer is not a response, it is a reflex, a habit that I couldn't care more for. It's funny!

"PONG!" I yell, and then smile. "Thanks for that, mister. And this cigarette over here," I take one more cigarette from the carton and flick it back over to him.

I puff again before I speak, "What's your name?"

That is numberwang