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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 22, 2017 1:39:21 GMT -6
This was just great. Lacie felt like even more of a kid than she was made to feel like at home. Being carried twice by the goof that got them thrown out of Don Korso's party just didn't set right with her. She was tiny, and she knew that; but that didn't mean she had to be treated like it. She'd have to remember to kick his keister at some point. Get him back for scooping her up like some lost puppy. But at least he'd had the sense to let her go when he started feeling like he might upchuck--she certainly didn't want to be in the immediate range of fire.
So the girl walked at Peter's side, stumbling every so often as Al led them to a place only the Lord above knew where.
"Okay, okay, you bent Bozo," Lacie slurred, looking around. "We there yet, or are you too fried to know where we're at?" She honestly had no idea where they were going. Nor did she know the time. Maybe Al was just leading them in circles for all she knew. Lacie looked to Peter with a somewhat unamused expression, wordlessly asking if he knew where Coal Bin was taking them.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 22, 2017 10:58:17 GMT -6
Al, stopped for a moment and tried to regain his composure. He knew it was a bad idea to drink that much but it seemed so good at the time being. He brought his hands up to his head and took a deep breathe, standing right back up from being leaned over slightly. He continued to lead the way again and heard the comment's of the tipsy girl, "Okay, okay, you bent Bozo," The young girl managed to slur out. Al took a moment and processed it, whipping back around, "We there yet, or are you too fried to know where we're at?" She said lastly. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Do I look like the kind of man that could get us lost, kiddo?" He grinned and then continued on.
He reached the approached a building and attempted at the sign, "Hotel Attic!" He said it very bold, presenting the place to them. He then questioned what he had said, thinking, Wait, is that the name of this joint? He looked up at the sign and read it again and said, "Oh." He turned to them again, presenting it once more, "Hotel Aquila!" Al, began to chuckle at his mistake and walked right in. He looked around and noticed that no one was at the front desk. He began to run down the hall, stumbling, just in case someone was here. He looked over his shoulder, whispering, "Hurry guys!" He made it to the door that he remembered was the man's house. He grinned and then said, "Voila!
He maneuvered to the window, checking if it was unlocked. Luckily, it was! He began to yank it open, causing some commotion again. He peaked around checking if he disturbed anyone. He then managed to get it open enough to where they will fit - or so he thought. He looked at the window, like he was aiming, it was as if the window was a target. He then leaped into the window, widening his eyes, and realizing his judgement was wrong. He then said, "Push, Gingersnap!" He had managed to get himself stuck.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 22, 2017 12:35:43 GMT -6
"We there yet, or are you too fried to know where we're at?" Lacie demanded as the three of them made their way down the dark streets, Al still taking the lead.
Peter gave Lacie a quick smirk as he shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea where they were going, other than they were headed straight for the Hotel Aquila. Why Al wanted to go there, Peter had no idea; word on the street was that the owner of the hotel was into some pretty shady business. No one really knew what it was, exactly, but then again, no one ever really wanted to take the chance to find out.
"Do I look like the kind of man that could get us lost, kiddo?" Al said, his hands placed on his hips.
Peter laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Ya really wa' us to answer tha' question?" he replied teasingly. Though luckily they had arrived at their destination soon enough, though Peter was sure they had walked the longest route they could've taken to get there.
Turning towards them, Al raised his voice in a proud flair as he read the sign - or more accurately, 'attempted' to read it. "Hotel Attic!" he shouted, his arms spread wide in a dramatic gesture. Peter looked at Lacie from the corner of his eye before staring back at Al in mock silence.
Coal Bin really is frie', the redhead thought, stiffling a laugh. His friend seemed to notice his mistake, for he quickly corrected himself as he lead them inside the hotel and down a hallway. Luckily no one was there to stop them or ask why two out of the three were intoxicated and all had dirt and grime covered their torn party clothes.
Entering through a side corridor that Peter supposed was a wing to the permanent housing members, they emerged into an open area with an inside courtyard at the center, plants and flowers growing around it like some type of exotic garden. Surrounding the space were stories of rooms all facing the interior, with large windows by each door that faced the interior. Set up along the walls were fenced balconies that stretched the entire space, allowing the guests access to their rooms. Noticing a staircase to their right, Al lead them up a few floors and made his way down one of the balconies. Stopping in front of one particular door, he pointed at it with a large grin on his face.
"Voila!" he said before maneuvering to the window and pulling it up. Peter couldn't help but notice the space was a tad too small for most of them to fit through, and his suspicions were confirmed when Al got himself stuck half-way in as he tried jumping through the crack.
The sight was utterly amusing, with the raven-haired kid's mess of hair squirming in the window's entryway while his feet kicked helplessly from inside the room. "Push, Gingersnap!" Al cried out, though Peter couldn't hear him from the fit of suppressed laughter that escaped through his teeth in a hissing sort of sound. He definitely didn't want to draw attention to anyone who happened to be in their rooms, but the sight was just too overwhelming to ignore.
Trying to get control of himself while he gripped his gut, his face stark red from laughing, Peter sighed as he sent an amused smirk towards Al's very-stuck form. "You really 'ave been puttin' on a lo' of weight, huh, Coal Bin?" he teased. Firs' the fire escape and now this... Kid's been eatin' one to many Ho Ho's.
Grabbing Al and pulling him back a little so he wasn't as jammed in, Peter moved towards the window and raised it up a few inches, almost busting out into a fit of laughter again as Al immediately fell through and onto the floor of the inside of the room. Then, waiting for Lacie to climb in next, Peter followed suit.
((Hostess Ho Ho's were first introduced in 1920 and were a big hit in the snack industries))
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 22, 2017 13:05:02 GMT -6
Lacie was genuinely surprised at how many times Al could mess up at this point, especially how many times he could do it after the fiasco of the Moonlight Lounge's grand opening. Then again she supposed she wasnt one to talk. She got herself drunk to distract some dude that wound up seeing right through her charade. The girl pursed her lips and glanced to Peter when Al gloriously mucked up the name of the hotel, not wanting to correct him. At least he corrected himself, though.
But then when they rounded some corners and dashed down a hallway and up some stairs, Al got himself caught in a freaking window. Lacie put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter, leaning against Peter, who was stifling enormous laughter of his own, for support. She grabbed onto the railing of the balcony, watching as Peter opened up the window and Al practically toppled into the room. Lacie took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh to calm herself, then crawled through the window after Al. Somehow she managed not to topple over as clumsily as Al did, but she still wasn't as graceful as she might have liked, langing with a small 'oof' and rolling out of the way so Peter could climb in too.
The blonde picked herself up and peered around at the darkened room. This wouldn't do. Her arms outstretched, she groped around for a lamp and--
"Whoops," she muttered, having hit who she assumed was Al in the face. It couldn't have been Peter because he was just finishing up the window crawl on the other side of her. She continued on searching, shimmying past Al until she felt the tightly-bound fabric of a lamp shade on her fingertips. Aha! "And let there be light," she proclaimed, turning the switch. The darkness chased away and the room lit up, she blinked and then grinned to them both. "You're welcome."
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 22, 2017 13:28:40 GMT -6
Al tumbled through window and landed on his face, he groaned sitting up, he realized how dark it was. He could feel that a table was near him, it definitely was the right place. Last time he came through the window he ended up toppling onto the table knocking over a few objects in the process. He regained himself and then started a statement, "It's so dark in here, I can hardly-" He was interrupted by a smack to the face. He knew it couldn't have been Peter and he yelled out, "The hell!" He grabbed his mouth, her hand landed right where his mouth was. He debated on if it was on purpose or not, or truly an accident. He was having a hard time believing it was an accident.
The lights had come on, he blinked his eyes a couple of times, adjusting to the light. He could finally see again, he looked over and saw Lacie, she had a grin on her face as she said, "You're welcome!" Al widened his eyes and said, "You're welcome? For the light!? You just hit me in the mouth you aggressive little shark!" Al sulked for a moment, groaning some, he still felt sick. He started to stand and saw Peter make it through the window. He then asked, "Can you watch the tiny aggressive shark? I'm going to rinse, soak, shower... Or something!"
He started to make his way around the room and headed to the bathroom. He then closed the door looking around. He saw the bathroom, it was somewhat tiny but it was cleaned well. He shrugged and then said, "Well, someone's fancy." He looked on the back of the bathroom door seeing a robe. He widened his eyes and said, "You're mine!" He grinned, turning his attention from the robe he glanced down and saw slippers. He laughed and said, "I hit the jackpot!" He stripped out of the stolen suit and grabbed a towel to cover him as he waited. He then walked over to the shower beginning to turn it on. He waited for the water to warm up and went to the mirror and looked at himself. He started posing, dancing and doing faces to have the time pass.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 22, 2017 15:33:44 GMT -6
As Peter climbed through the window, he heard a smack from the right, followed by a quick "The hell!" from Al. Once the lights were on, he stifled a laugh at the bright red mark across Al's face and Lacie standing there looking mighty proud of herself.
"You're welcome!" she said with a grin, and Peter laughed at the situation as he returned the window to its normal position, making sure it was still unlocked for when they had to leave again after the others had sobered up. Al didn't sound quite so pleased with Lacie's comment, however, and Peter merely ignored them, his arms folded over his chest, as they exchanged drunken banter.
Turning his attention away from the argument, Peter surveyed the now-lit space. It wasn't exactly glamorous; in fact it was leaning towards the plainer side. But it looked comfortable and homey, and it was equipped with most of the usual appliances, including a nice radio. In all honesty, it wasn't all that lived in, in the sense that there weren't clothes laying around, and only a single hat hung from the coat rack.
"Can you watch the tiny aggressive shark?" Al called as he moved towards one of the doors in the room. "I'm going to rinse, soak, shower... Or something!"
Peter merely waved his hand, a small cloud of dust blowing out from around where his arm had been.
"Lina really i' gonna kill me," Peter said with a light laugh as he grabbed his suit jacket and opened it up on one side, a nice coating of dirt spread across both the inside and the outside of the material. Not wanting to get the place any dirtier than he had already since he had no idea who actually lived here and leaving traces of them being there in the event the person was away on a trip, he stripped off the top half of his suit: jacket, shirt, the whole ensemble. Left in only just the slacks now, he carefully tucked the suit's upper articles of clothing in a corner where the door mat was, hoping the dust would be contained there and not spread to the carpeted floors.
Noticing a desk propped against the wall with odds-and-ends scattered over it, Peter leaned back against the object, his legs crossed in front of him and his arms folded across his chest. Thankfully the suit jacket was long enough to cover a good portion of the pants, so as long as he was careful with where the hem was, he should be fine; after all, Peter didn't want to scar poor Lacie by stripping all the way down. He'd find some clothes from Lina later, probably... that is, after she finished scolding him for ruining her handiwork and whatnot.
Hearing the water start in the back room where Al was, Peter reached into his pant pocket and pulled out his winnings from the night, counting off the bills as they slipped past his fingers. It was just another night of never-ending events, like it was most days for 'the King of the Streets'.
"To the fella tha' rents thi' place," Peter said with a grin, his eyebrows raised in amusement, "'e sure could use a lil' more exci'ment!"
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 22, 2017 16:21:55 GMT -6
All in all, Lacie in fact hadn't intended on hitting Al, it just sort of happened. It was slightly funny at first in the accidental way, but then he made a jab at her size again, so she put her hands to her hips. "Tiny aggressive shark, says Mr. 'I'm gonna knock some bozo out and take his clothes' Dry-Gulch?" she retorted, making a face.
Al didn't seem to be listening, though, because he was off to the bathroom. "Take a cold plunge while you're in there, bud!" she called, waving him off. With a sigh, Lacie sat herself on the ground and dusted off a bit of street debris that had collected on her dress. For the time being, she wasn't exactly considering the consequences of the fact that her new dress had been ruined during their shenanigans. So, the realization that hit her was not regarding the dress, but instead regarded the suit she'd bought. "Oh nuts, we forgot Al's clothes and the suit I got him!" she groaned. With a huff she turned to look at Peter.
"I really hope no one finds it and steals... it..." she trailed off, her eyes going wide. When had Peter stripped practically naked?! Her lips pursed and she looked down, feeling her face go hot.
"Yikes, warn a girl next time!" she squeaked. She'd never seen any male naked before even in the slightest bit. After a couple of minutes of just staring at the floor, Lacie peeked over at Peter from behind her bangs. So that's what guys look like, she thought. Not so different from gals. She looked back down and pulled her knees to her chest, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Well since Al's takin' advantage of the running water, we might as well do the same," she suggested. "You're already half prepared for that, ain't ya?"
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 22, 2017 16:46:50 GMT -6
Al was continuing to make faces to himself. He then started dancing, jumping around, he saw a comb and grabbed it, bursting out into a song he made up, "Something about you makes me feel like a dangerous WOMAN!" He continued to dance and then jumped up, yelling more lyrics. He landed on his feet, causing a racket as his towel fell, he let out a scream - even though he was alone in the bathroom. He then grabbed it wrapping it back around him. He made sure to tie it tighter this time. He went to feel the water and it was still cold, "Oh, there is always something." He opened the door and walked out complaining, "It's been about 5 years now and the water is still cold." He was being over dramatic and threw his hands up again and said, "The hell?" It was taking quite a long time though. He then walked to where Dean's drawers were located and started to go through them. He searched until he found some boxer shorts and then turned to Peter. He realized that Peter had no shirt and said, "Peter, stop going around half naked in front of Lacie!? She's a child. Show some class, Gingersnap!" He stated ironically, considering he only had a towel wrapped around his waste. He then started to walk back to the bathroom. He threw the boxers down and then checked the water once more. It was finally warm, he tossed the towel aside and then began to wind down.
He laughed once more and yelled, "Guys! I came up with a song, ya wanna hear it?" He didn't wait for a response. He just began to sing, loudly, "Honey came in and she caught me red-handed creeping with the girl next door!" He spun around in the shower almost falling but made it around, "Picture this we were both butt-naked, ba-" He realized he didn't want to finish the rest of the song because of Lacie and changed the lyrics, "Baking in the kitchen at four!" He continued to dance some and then stopped with his song.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 22, 2017 17:50:34 GMT -6
Artemis was going to kill The Idiot and Peter. Not only had they gotten themselves kicked out of the party, but she had managed to find a pile of clothes that looked fairly familiar. She could take one guess as to which hooligans they belonged to. It's okay, take deep breaths, deep breaths. I don't need to kill them, just lecture them and check on Lacie. she picked up the bundle of clothes and tucked them under her arm. She had finally decided to leave the party after making sure Anita was alright. Her feet hurt from dancing and she was tired. With a yawn she started back toward the hotel. Her goal was to go back to her room and sleep.
Once she had made it almost to her room she stopped short and looked at the window belonging to her neighbor. Why was the light on? Last she checked Dean was still at the party. She heard a very loud voice coming from the room, followed by a variety of insults. "You've got to be kidding me." She groaned. If this was who she thought it was this was not the time or place to be around. She was going to have to change before she went barging in there.
After about ten minutes she had changed into her other clothes and put her hair up with a hat covering it. Shortly after she picked up the clothes left and went to Dean's door. With a calculated look she figured out the best way to open the door. A successful shove and she had managed to open the door. As it swung open she confidently walked in and closed it behind her. "If you're going to break into someone's house at least don't make a whole lot of racket."
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 22, 2017 21:31:42 GMT -6
Peter was oblivious to Lacie's stares towards him as he was too busy trying to block out Al's singing and occasional temper tantrums from inside the bathroom. If he didn't know better, he would have said Al was 5 years old and not a whole year older than him.
In one final burst of energy from the back of the hotel room, the door to the bathroom opened and Al walked out, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and went straight for the owner's drawers. Pulling out a pair of boxers from the dresser, he was ignorant to the two others in the room, now staring at him: Peter with a smirk on his face.
"So poor now, Coal Bin, ya gotta steal a poor fella's breeches, too?" Peter said, the amusement clear in his voice.
Al turned to look at him, finally addressing the fact both him and Lacie were standing in the room. "Peter, stop going around half naked in front of Lacie!" he called back. "She's a child. Show some class, Gingersnap!"
Peter snorted as he watched the raven-haired boy walk, in nothing but a towel, back into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. "Ya, 'cause yous go' more class than all of us in tha' nifty outfit," he replied back with a sarcastic laugh.
But apparently the fun wasn't over with just yet, as suddenly the front door flew open and in walked Arty, clothes in hand and an annoyed expression on his face. "If you're going to break into someone's house," he scolded them, "at least don't make a whole lot of racket."
Peter cocked an eyebrow in his direction and snorted. "I think ya go' tha' covered there, Slick fingers," he said, nodding his head towards the closed door behind Arty that had banged against the plaster when he swung it open. "Where've ya been, anyway? Ya missed all the fun!"
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 22, 2017 22:51:26 GMT -6
At first, Lacie wasn't paying attention when Al came back into the room complaining about the water. She'd just heard him breaking out into random song from in the bathroom, and she was still embarrassed about Peter so she didn't feel the need to look up. However, when Al made yet another comment about her size (or rather her perceived age due to her size) and she groaned in frustration.
"I'm not a child, you dumb dora, I'm fourteen!" she exclaimed, looking up to Al to glare him down--only to be met by the sight of Al in nothing but a towel. She tensed and slapped her hands over her eyes. "You're a really dumb drunk, you know that? Go take a shower before I lock you in the bathroom for the rest of the night!" With her eyes closed, she grabbed a pillow and tossed it in Al's direction, however it seemed she missed because he didn't make a sound.
The blonde waited several seconds until heard the bathroom door close again, then finally she lowered her hands with a sigh. "Yeesh."
Next thing she knew, Arty burst in. Startled, Lacie shot to her feet, only to be greeted with intense dizziness. Woah. She grabbed onto the wall and held her head, swaying slightly. "Oh hell, when did the room start spinnin'?" she asked with a slight chuckle. Oddly, she felt really happy all of a sudden. Her gaze settled onto the intruder, only to find a familiar face. "Oh hey Arty," she said, drawing out the kid's name, "missed you at the party!"
Lacie leaned against the wall and kicked off her shoes with a grin. "That rhymed," she giggled.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 23, 2017 16:22:08 GMT -6
Of course the door slammed open and hit the wall, and of course Peter, being the smartass he was, chose to comment on it. The moment Peter grinned at her it took every ounce of self restraint not to chuck the clothes in his face. "You missed all the fun" Oh if only he knew. Patience Artemis, be patient... remember, self restraint... she reminded herself. This about went out the window the moment Lacie started giggling and acting all woozy. Fantastic in the time she'd left her alone, the boys had managed to get the youngest member of their party drunk as well! Annoyance was very clearly written across her face. No, she was a little more than annoyed, she was ready to commit the murder those two had escaped. "I don't go to one event with you, and you three go out and get roaring drunk! Not to mention breaking and entering? Does the word self preservation mean anything to you?" She was getting very very angry now, and was barely trying to even disguise her voice. "Also you go out and nearly get yourselves killed?! What the-" She paused and looked at Lacie then changed her choice of words. "What the hell did you get yourselves into?"
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 23, 2017 22:06:20 GMT -6
"I don't go to one event with you, and you three go out and get roaring drunk!" Arty was on fire, his tone devoid of any humor at the moment. Which, although scary, made Peter even more humored. "Not to mention breaking and entering?" the lad continued. "Does the word self preservation mean anything to you?"
Peter shrugged, leaning farther back against the desk with his arms still folded against his bare chest. "Seein' as I saved Coal Bin's arse back there, an' go' a fair hi' on some fellas in the lounge, I say i' was a good day a' business." He smirked, gesturing a hand over towards Lacie who was still bracing herself against the wall while the sound of Al's singing continued to echo throughout the room as he showered. "Besides, these two drunks needa dry ou' somewheres befo' we get back to the warehouse. Unless ya wanna volunteer ta carry 'em?"
Peter raised an eyebrow in Arty's direction, knowing full well it would take a year and a half to get both Lacie and Al across town the way they were right now. The two party members were too intoxicated - or at least Lacie definitely was. And as long as the renter of the apartment didn't show up while they were still there, they should be fine; in most cases, if it was a single man, they were usually out all night either doing dirty work for the mob or spending a night at the Spread Eagle which would give them plenty of time to sober up. And judging by the clothes and lack of decoration, Peter guessed the fellow probably wasn't hitched.
"Feel free ta go lecture Coal Bin, tho," Peter said with a wave towards the back room with a wry smile.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 23, 2017 22:17:29 GMT -6
Al continued to hum to himself, beginning to dance now in the shower. He paused for a moment because he heard a bang. It startled him, making him go through all the possibilities of what it could have been. Did Dean come home and begin attacking them? Are they all going to die? Is he going to get to keep the robe? Did Lacie finally attack someone? Did someone fall and pass out. He heard a voice slowly becoming louder and he widened his eyes. Al just yelled, "Ginger, did you let someone else break in?! The whole point of breaking in is for us to have the place for awhile? Get it together, Ginger." Al laughed at his comment, sighing some. He was in a completely ignorant state. When is he not?
He began to hop out of the shower, wrapping the towel around him again. He shook his hair, drying it with the towel, then slipping on the boxers and robe. He peaked into the mirror and winked at himself, mouthing, Not bad, Al. He held in his laugh, slipping on the slippers he had spotted and walked out of the bathroom. He stopped to see the boy that was in the apartment now. He didn't know who he was and hasn't seen him before. He didn't seem to familiar at all. He then went over to Peter and stared down at him, "Do you know each other? Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" He sat on the arm of the couch staring at him.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 23, 2017 23:31:15 GMT -6
Lacie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, mouthing Arty's words silently when he was turned to Peter. The youngest of the group huffed and stood up straight. "In my defense, I was tryin' to save Al's dumb ass," she interjected, her words not quite slurring as much. "Might not've thought it through all that much, I admit, but at least I didn't spill a drink on that big ol' thug and set him off in the first place."
The teen turned to look at Al, who had just emerged from the shower. She pursed her lips and tried not to laugh, to no avail. Al looked ridiculous! "Well don't you look like a million bucks!" she laughed with as much sarcasm as she could muster. She looked to Arty again and snickered. "Oh, right. Al, this is Arty. Arty, Al. You two oughta get along like cats and fuckin' dogs."
Yes, Lacie was aware of what she just said. The shit-eating grin on her face hopefully made it apparent that she said it on purpose; now all she had to do was listen for their reactions as she waltzed her way to the bathroom and locked herself in. If Peter was gonna hop at the chance for a shower--too bad, she hopped first.
A minute later she was under the running water, humming a tune she'd heard at the party.
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