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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2016 2:10:05 AM
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[i]It didn't help that a very particular duelist was patrolling the Dojo's interior at the time JT was streaking through them, and it also didn't help that she was...well, in a jolly enough mood where she'd want to follow the cowboy around pointlessly.[/i]
[i]The woman hummed as she strolled throughout the improved establishment, her long dirty blonde hair braided back behind her head. The girl's light brown eyes then locked onto the drunken cowboy - and a smile of both joy and amusement crossed her tanned, angular face. Ren was wearing a separate garb than usual - it consisted of a pure white t-shirt alongside a deep black tank top underneath, while she complemented the light clothing with a pair of tanned khaki shorts. Her feet were simply wearing a pair of bright blue flip-flops, nothing much. Oddly enough, Ren actually had a weapon on her - her sharpened silver and steel rapier, Finesse, hung at her side due to a leather belt that wrapped around her waist. It seemed odd, that she'd arm herself now of all times. But for Ren, one had to be prepared for anything.[/i]
"Ahoy, cowboy. Hey; that rhymed!" [i]Ren chuckled, both at the small rhyme she had made and JT's current condition. In the case that he would sprint into her, which he actually might have, she was ready to jolt to the side and probably slam into the wall.[/i]
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[i]JT's movements were stumbles with his body leaned forwards all the while still being a run, but he knew that if he stopped then he would trip, which he wasn't about to do in front of Ren. So he turned to face the woman and waved, though he came barreling right towards her as he forgot all about his wallet in this current state. [/i]
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[i]Usually, Ren would've tried to stop JT from slamming right into her, but she didn't exactly want to risk slamming into the ground. She was also overly protective of the cowboy as well..[/i] [i]As he came closer and closer, Ren then jumped to her right and stood behind JT, beginning to follow him. She'd at least make sure he was alright. [/i]
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[i]The onwards charge kept a brisk pace as JT pushed ahead and into the courtyard B2 beyond, where he would eventually come to trip over a combination of a rock and his own foot. Keep in mind that JT is around 400 pounds with augs in total and his skeleton is literally an exo frame, so falling isn't exactly a thing that he enjoyed. But, he seemed to be laughing and smiling as he hit the dirt. [/i]
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Edited by Orn: 10/31/2016 5:09:36 AM[i]Slowly coming up behind him was a very sober and quite worried Ren, who immediately tried leaning next to JT and attempted to raise him up. Even with a cybernetic arm, she wasn't capable of actually picking up the cowboy alone. Ren was somewhat succeeding with it - she definitely needed JT himself to push himself up however.[/i]
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[i]Thankfully the Cowboy had autopilot within his augmented limbs, which was everything but the chest and head, so picking himself up was an easy task and it was only made easier by the swarm of nanites he had used to elevate himself slightly, before the scurried off down the hall. JT looked at Ren with a smile and a slightly apologetic smile upon his tanned face as his cyan eyes met with hers, and very drunkenly he slurred out a somewhat cohesive sentence. "Heyyyyy Ren!"[/i]
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"Hehehe. Hey there. You seem a little more than drunk, cowboy." [i]Ren wasn't exactly the most experienced person when it come to alcohol, which was understandable due to her avoiding it for quite a while in her career of dueling/assassinating. She easily knew that whatever was within JT's drink had gotten him hammered as all hell, which could be both a good and bad. The good being comedic value. The bad being overall embarrassment for the cowboy, and a ruined reputation as a Lieutenant. Ren had to get him somewhere, preferably his home, the Clinic, her apartment...Whichever.[/i] "..Y'know, I don't mean to be a buzzkill or anything of the sort, but we should probably get back to your place. Just so nothing else happens, Y'know?" [i]Ren was referring to the tripping.[/i]
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"Ah, you're righter, AUTOPILOT!" The shouting of his "Autopilot" function caused it to kick in and in turn force the cowboy to straighten his composure, while his face still expressed a drunken stare of... Well nobody really knows, it looks like a strange combination of intrigue, lust and the urge to drink were resting there. And that was just when he looked at the bottle in his hands. "-blam!-, I'm blasted now, but IT'S GOOD!"
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"Now I want a drink of that stuff.. Y'know, this kinda goes against my personal code, but...mind if I take a swig of that?" [i]Ren was particularly interested in whatever the hell was in the bottle, noticeable by the fact that her eyes started trailing the liquid within it. Plus, this was the first time she would've gotten actually drunk. And, funny enough, with the cowboy himself.[/i]
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The alcohol inside contained a specialized targeting agent that would completely override the drinker's sense of sobriety so even the tiniest tablespoon would be enough to get an average human blasted drunk, but it took JT a couple of swigs due to how his brain functioned - Side effects and their fruits. Nodding in agreement as he couldn't muster a word, JT drunkenly allowed himself to part from the bottle, as he handed it over to Ren.
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[i]Ren herself didn't exactly know what to expect, to be completely honest. So she definitely didn't expect to get so drunk so very quickly, which she managed to do.[/i] [i]Staring down at the liquid within the bottle, Ren gulped a little before taking a swig, the alcohol swishing down towards her mouth. In an instant, Ren's eyes widened immensely, as she lowered the drink and let loose a sequence of already drunken words.[/i] "Wha...This is sa...sa good shit.." [i]A low giggle escaped Ren's mouth as she then looked back towards JT, a grin crossing her already drunk face. She was far from sober at this point.[/i] "H-Hey, c...cowboy! I want ya to know that...that I...er.."
