Author Topic: The Casino POUR ME [open, drunk] (Read 289 times)

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 · « **on:** February 11, 2019, 10:42:57 PM »

C

atalyst

//tw for drinking, panicked thoughts, uhh and probably the usual stuff with Cat like violence and death but I don't fully know where their mind is gonna go yet so that's fun

Susie's visit had fucked them up. They had kept calm through the whole thing, through the aftermath and Molly's interrogation. Everything was fine. There was nothing to worry about. She'd go home, and that would be the end of it. Everything was fine. They were fine. She was an old friend with some unresolved issues. That's all. They kept saying the words, figuring if they said them enough, they'd start to believe it.

They didn't. The more they thought about it, the more they didn't believe it. Of course rumors about them were going to spread, they were the new big bad boss of the Badlands, word like that didn't stay quiet for long, and certainly not in a place like that. People passed through there spinning all sorts of tales, and the locals didn't exactly keep their lips locked.

But why had they? Surely if their whereabouts had made it back to Mourningstar, someone would have come after them by now, right? Susie said Louie was still in there drinking. Cat knew him, knew he was a brainwashed idiot that would have surely told his father, assuming Derick was still running things. And really, what else was Derick going to do? Maybe their final words to their almost-brother had been enough to make him see sense. They sure hoped so. But that was another thing they didn't believe.

It wouldn't be long before Derick or Louie or Gerald or any number of people from the cult came trying to find them. Susie had been pushy, but the people of Mourningstar wouldn't take no for an answer. Maybe they'd try to kidnap them. Pluck them from the border on one of their patrols, or break into their house and steal them from their bed. It was all too easy to imagine what they might do.

Fugging hell. They needed a drink.

They'd had the alcohol Vinny gave them brought to the casino and put up in the bar; part of them was a bit surprised to see that it was still there, if perhaps a little depleted. As lawless as these people were, at least they had the good sense not to steal from the goddamn casino. They poured themself a drink and sat down at the bar, and it wasn't too long before they had poured several drinks and now had their arms propped up on the counter, their head in the hands. "Fugging hell. This was a mistake."

What had they been thinking? Why did they think this would help? Maybe it had been too long since their last drink to remember what it did to them, but there was a goddamn reason for that. Now their mind was wandering all over the place, going to even darker places than it had sober. But even if it didn't make them a paranoid mess, it still brought their mind back around to her.

They'd met her in the bar, after all. It's where she worked, it's where they had their first drink and she was the one that had served it to them. That bar was where she'd tell Louie, maybe even Derick himself, where Catalyst was. She'd tell him that she'd seen them here with her own eyes, that all the rumors about them were true. And then Derick or his son or whoever else would come find them, and they wouldn't leave them alone until they were back in their twisted temple.

And who knows what other enemies they had that might decide to make an appearance.

Fug. Fuck.

They groaned and rubbed their eyes. "It all was. One after another." Their glass was still half full of some amber liquid; they might have spent a great deal of time in a bar as a teenager, but it was all homemade moonshine. They never bothered learning all the different types of alcohol and the names and the brands - why the hell would they? They despised this stuff. And now they remembered why.

They pushed the glass, nudging it a couple inches, then they practically hit it, sending it sailing over the counter, where it crashed below. "Idiot." They grumbled to themself. "Fuggin' drunk arse idiot." They had but one sober thought: they didn't want to go home and face Molly like this. They were ashamed enough as it was.

//guys this is Cat at Peak Physical and Mental Condition can't you tell

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hope · « **Reply #1 on:** February 12, 2019, 12:10:55 AM »

tw for memories of underage drinking, dead mothers, insinuation of her father's mortality, and vomit

hope wasn't some teenage aspiring alcoholic. she'd drank before, sure, but it all had been uneventful. no parties, no sneaking her mothers bottles under her bed. she'd only ever drank with family, a glass of wine or some champagne on a holiday. the night after her mother's funeral was the first time she'd really gotten drunk; her father had set a bottle in front of her, poured them each a glass, and said fuck all of it. that night, the two had gotten shitfaced, and the next morning they'd spent the day vomiting in toilets and groaning over gastrointestinal pain. after that, she'd sort of decided binge drinking wasn't all that fun, and her father had revealed his wicked plan for her to realize that all along. ❝i haven't got much time left my sweet daughter,❞ he'd told her with that charming michaels smile, ❝so we'd best fit as many life lessons in what little time we have, yes? now let's talk about what you ought to do if any fool makes the mistake of breaking your heart.❞

she'd been in the casino... well, she wasn't really sure why. killing time, looking for something to do, who knows what. but when she spotted the big bad badlands boss at the bar, shitfaced and looking fifty shades of depressed, a brow immediately quirked. please tell me i didn't swear some allegiance to some sort of moonlight alcoholic, she thought a little bitterly, downing the rest of her glass, filled with only water, and walking towards cat. impulsive and perhaps a little stupid, she sat down and sat the glass on the counter in front of her, glass-on-wood sounding.

❝fill it up i guess.❞ she demanded, watching cat, unsure of what he'd do. ❝i dunno what you're wallowing about, but i'm betting i've got you beat buddy, so if you get to drink away the pain, so do i.❞ did she in any way desire to get drunk? no. she could remember the feeling of vomiting out her nose plenty vividly. but she was working an angle; hope michaels was always working an angle.

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑨𝑰 · « **Reply #2 on:** February 12, 2019, 03:04:34 AM »

「Mord had always had an interesting relationship with alcohol, since before he could remember. Rumor had it that his his parents never strayed far from it, even the one who wasn't related to him, and many a night in his childhood he grew more and more familiar with the substance's effects. He learned the rules rather quickly, and learned how to abuse them even faster. While Mord definitely wasn't entirely sober individual- there had been a number of times when he followed his parent's example to where he couldn't recall a single memory of doing so- he prided himself on his restraint among others during times of weakness. In fact, he found a twisted sense of enjoyment in surrounding himself with the plastered and wasted; the drink melted walls and masks that humans naturally put up, and gave him a window into the truth without having to lift a finger. All he had to do was sit back and watch the show, and every so often drop a quarter in the machine to get what he wanted out of them. It gave him control, it gave him authority, without having to spend time earning it. In a crowded bar or a chaotic party, he was like a kid in a candy store.

However, he was rather surprised to find his oh-so fearless leader drowning their sorrows in the bar of the casino. The doctor had heard something about a personal visitor recently, but mord didn't find enough interest in seeking out the details to know that was what had been plaguing the boss' thoughts. This made him curious, tempted. It was a rare chance to find catalyst, of all people, in a vulnerable position, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever see it again. For all he knew, it was a dream, to find them in such a manipulable state where he could poke and prod and see what sort of demon was holed up inside the young individual's body. Of course, there was the risk of stirring that demon awake as well, if he wasn't careful enough; he could only imagine their violent capabilities sober, let alone with their conscience and rational thinking totally sedated. Oddly enough, though, A part of him wanted to see it.

Drifting across the room, the doctor's tired, but ever so inquisitive, slate grey gaze glanced from the leather-clad leader to the young stranger beside him. He couldn't say he recognized her face, or even a name, for that matter. Strange, he usually tried to at least put some effort into getting to know the identities of everyone who came to find a place here. Spying the emptied glass set in front of her, he thought he'd just have to kill two birds with one bottle of whatever happened to be nearby.

❝i dunno what you're wallowing about, but i'm betting i've got you beat buddy, so if you get to drink away the pain, so do i.❞ A well-timed blink was the only reaction he allowed at the girl's remark. He pretended he wasn't listening that closely, he always did, but it only made him much more intrigued. So, everybody seemed to be dealing with some nightmares at the moment. He just wanted to know what exactly. "That makes three of us," he lied, raising the section of the counter to get into the opposite side of the bar. He ignored the muffled crunching of broken glass beneath his shoe as he went to grab a pair of replacements, as well as another bottle. Although drinking away his problems wasn't part of his agenda, he knew he had to blend in and seem somewhat relatable, if he was going to coax anything out of them without too much suspicion. Luckily for him, coming across brooding and tired came easily.

Mord went ahead and filled their glasses, careful enough to pour equal, moderate amounts. Hell, maybe he should've saved himself six years and thousands of dollars and became a bartender instead. slightly Raising his own glass, he looked at the amber liquid for a moment in reflection, before allowing himself a shrug and a worn half-smile. "to the wallowing musketeers." Although he seemingly easily downed the drink in one swift gulp, it still left a significant burning in his throat that made him grit his teeth. Why anyone would believe this stuff would solve a problem, he would never know. 」

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 · « **Reply #3 on:** February 12, 2019, 04:07:27 AM »

C

atalyst

//tw for talking about killing

They drank when they were young, sure. The first time had been when they went with the older kids of Mourningstar, deciding that one night of acting like a peer surely couldn't hurt. Well, it hadn't hurt them, it had made them a legend in the eyes of the fools they had drank with, but it had resulted in a body count for the fifteen year old. They weren't so sure whether to be proud of that or not.

After that night they eased up, only drinking on occasion and never too much. They discovered quite quickly that they liked to be sharp, that they didn't like their thoughts to be muddled. It didn't feel like their thoughts were muddled now. It all felt perfectly clear: all their demons were coming to get them. What about Tydeus? Would he hear about them being in charge again and decide to fug them over once more? Would the people here care? Were they loyal to Catalyst, or whoever had the guts to take charge? Did they care?

Now, there was some logical, sober part of them that knew they were overreacting, overthinking. Tyd was never coming back, he was in too deep in his own business with Bones. But the part of their mind that spoke sense was quiet tonight, or maybe it was just drowned by the liquor. Who were they to say?

They jumped, a little, when Hope set her glass on the counter and sat next to them (this is why they didn't drink, they reminded themself). "Do I look like a fugging bartender?" Whatever they'd been drinking, it was stronger than Susie's moonshine, that was for damn sure. "Bet whatever you like, but I'm not playing." Maybe she did have it worse than them. Maybe her world was already on fire, with no chance of stopping it or putting it out. Or maybe she was an angsty teenage girl. "Do I look as if the pain is gone?" Cat asked, looking at her out of the corner of their eye. No. The answer was definitely no. They were a mess.

Then someone else joined them, Mordecai. Jesus Christ, how many people were lurking around the casino at this hour? "I've already had enough." They said as Mord poured a third drink. Then, all of a sudden, they started laughing. "Fugging pathetic." They said, shaking their head. Why is it they could only ever find a sense of camaraderie at the bottom of a glass?

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𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 · « **Reply #4 on:** February 12, 2019, 12:06:34 PM »

GABRIEL GRIFFIN

WHY ARE YOU SO FAR AWAY FROM ME? I NEED HELP AND YOU'RE WAY ACROSS THE SEA.

( mentions of drinking, intoxication, mild gore )

Gabriel had once thought himself to have a variety of options for healthy emotional outlets — talking to people, immersing himself in nature, doing an activity to get the negative thoughts out of his head. Those always worked for him, but as of lately, he had been completely ignoring them. He had resorted to bottling things up and pushing himself to work as if he could just brush all of these emotions off like dirt on his shoulder. As a result, he had been unusually quick to anger and frustrated.

Never, not once, did the idea of drinking cross his mind.

He would never become an alcoholic, he would never become a drunk, he would never guzzle the stuff like his own father had. At times, Jack would raise his voice and say things that he wouldn't mean, but Gabriel would never want to run the risk of messing with that stuff.

A lot of people turned to the bottle to "take the edge off", so to speak, and he knew this. In fact, Gabriel had caught quite the unlikely trio sitting at the bar and "wallowing" in their problems. God, even Hope, too? He had never seen another teenager drink, and frankly, the sight had surprised him. Gabriel wasn't going to lecture them all on their life choices, however. At least not Mordecai and Hope. It was his duty to make sure the Boss was safe, was it not? Alcohol made you do things that you regretted, and he felt that it was better to try and get them home. "You two aren't helping." He mumbled before coming up near Catalyst and clearing his throat, "Uh—Cat?" A tad bit of anxiety sparked within him as he anticipated their response. "I think you should get home before this gets out of hand." Who knows? Catalyst could stumble and crack their head open onto the floor; they could vomit all over the place; they could get into a fight with someone. Being buzzed was not a good state of mind.

OFFICER OF THE BADLANDS / CLICK FOR BIOGRAPHY

gavril l. · « **Reply #5 on:** February 13, 2019, 01:19:07 PM »

He looks like the good boy
he's never been.

Except when they're yours, mi amor

He drank on occasion, but his thing was more smoking. He was Badlands residential stoner, no arguing about it. That's just what he was and he was fine with that. He walked in, a joint between his fingers as he exhaled smoke into the room before putting it back between his lips. He had gotten bored, decided to try and find someone to talk to. Looks like he had done that times four.

Gav walked over to the group, stopping behind Cat and wrapping his arms around them "Hi" he muttered. He looked over at Gabe and laughed lightly "They'll be fine, fine. M'kay? don't stress about it. Chill" he told the officer, resting his chin on top of Cat's head. He looked over towards Mord and Hope, waving a bit at the two in greeting. They were new too right? He had no idea who they were, but he was pretty sure they were new too.

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𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 · « **Reply #6 on:** February 13, 2019, 03:21:31 PM »

C

atalyst

Positive outlets were something they'd never known, aside from maybe when they were a child and could play with toy cars long enough that they could forget what had bothered them or at least convince themself that it would be okay. As they got older, though, toy cars were no longer a suitable way to relieve stress, not that they were able to keep the playthings anyway.

When they were a teenager they turned to brawling, picking fights and sometimes losing, sometimes winning. Oh god. It was back to Susie again - Susie, who saw almost every fight they were in, Susie, who always patched them back up. And with what she was likely to do, they'd need some more patching up before long.

Jeez, and now Gabe was there too? Well, they agreed with him that Hope and Mordecai weren't helping, though when he suggested that they go home they scowled. "Aren't I a big enough disappointment to my mother without adding 'drunkard' to the list?" They were a runaway that renounced their given name, a murderer that had proven themself as the baddest of all the rest of the murderers and were leading them. They kept secrets and kissed boys without acknowledging it. And more, undoubtedly they did more that disappointed or shamed or maybe even angered Molly.

They'd just... stay here for the night, and make up some lie in the morning. Cat knew when to stop, when they came close to losing whatever sense they had left. And fortunately, they still had some. Still, they snorted at the idea that this wasn't already out of hand, because it was. Not in the way that the boy was thinking, but still. "It's already out of hand." They said, straightening up and closing their eyes. "But it'll be okay. I'll figure it out." Some part of them knew that's the attitude they'd have when they weren't so hyper focused on what was wrong, but right now they didn't really believe the words leaving their lips.

Then Gavril was there, wrapping his arms around them. They jumped a little, but it wasn't like they could go anywhere with him holding on to them. "It's fine, Gavril. He's just trying to help." His chin was resting on the top of their head then, but they didn't have the will to try and push him away. "Is the casino always this busy at this hour or did I make it a special occasion?"

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𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 · « **Reply #7 on:** February 13, 2019, 03:43:41 PM »

GABRIEL GRIFFIN

WHY ARE YOU SO FAR AWAY FROM ME? I NEED HELP AND YOU'RE WAY ACROSS THE SEA.

The teenager had been waiting for Catalyst to comply, to say "Okay Gabe, I'll go home, thank you for looking out for me" or something along those lines, but he should have known that the Boss would basically refuse to get up out of their seat. Drinkers tended to do that, brush everything off and say everything was fine and under control, when clearly it was not the case most of the time. Who would he be if he let his superior potentially make a fool of themselves? He had to try and do something. What if they regretted everything in the morning and blamed him for it? "No, no, I really think you should go home now. Just—listen to me, okay?"

Gavril came in, smelling god-awful and trying to calm the situation before them. This only frustrated the Officer even more, and he sneered, "No, I'm not gonna chill." He sent a cold glare in his direction. "Drunk people do stupid things. They say terrible, awful things. They have no control." And this hit way too close to home, at least for Gabriel. His own father would say things that he didn't mean, but that did not mean that they didn't hurt just as much. Awful memories spurred in his mind, and he just didn't want that to repeat on this night.

"You don't know what's best for them obviously, so just back off." "And you don't know what's best for yourself, either." Considering Gavril was smoking... a "joint" or whatever it was. Something that wasn't good, at least not in Gabriel's own naive opinion. So, who was he to tell him what and what not to do? He probably didn't even know what he was even saying.

OFFICER OF THE BADLANDS / CLICK FOR BIOGRAPHY

hope · « **Reply #8 on:** February 15, 2019, 01:31:29 PM »

hope wasn't exactly a drinker. she didn't make a habit of it, though there was certainly something appealing about the thought of drinking away her feelings all day. instead, she just bottled them up and did her best to ignore them, usually unsuccessfully, and just remained miserable like always. still, she figured she'd give it a shot. cat didn't say no, or even discourage her, so with a visibly curious gleam in her eyes, she tilted the bottle into her glass and drew it up to her nose, taking a whiff. it wasn't... anything appealing. still, if everyone else was doing it, she mineaswell do it too, right? peer pressure and all that shit.

so, she pulled the glass to her lips and took a sip. her first instinct was to cough, but she didn't want to seem like a kid, so she held it down. still, she made a face of disgust, her throat feeling hot, her head already a little light. ❝alcoholics must be a hell of a lot tougher than i gave them credit for.❞ she said, more so to herself than anyone else, setting the glass down and pushing herself to her feet as gavril approached, the joined smelling like a skunk, and she made a face at it, pressing her sweatshirt against her face to breathe through.

❝gabe, they're kind of adults, they can make their own choices,❞ she said as she stepped towards the boy, her only real peer there, ❝disgusting as those choices are. seriously, that stuff tastes like nail polish remover.❞ she muttered, glancing at cat, then back to gabe, a part of her wanting to leave, and a part of her worried about emo-dick and the fact that the various kind-of-adults would very likely eat him alive given the chance.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 · « **Reply #9 on:** February 15, 2019, 04:27:43 PM »

C

atalyst

A groan rumbled in Cat's throat as they pulled away from Gavril and got to their feet. "No." No, they weren't gonna go home or listen or any of that. Brash as it may be, they were too stubborn to give in. "I do have it under control, Gabriel, I'm not going to do anything stupid. That includes going home." They moved back, away from everyone else, subtly shaking their head. "You don't know either, kid."

They shut their eyes and rubbed their face, trying to clear their head a bit. It didn't help much, but Hope's closing comment brought a flicker of them back to the surface. Cat lowered their hands and squinted at her. "You know what nail polish remover tastes like?"

//this is terrible but I don't have a whole lot of time for posting so uhh

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𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 · « **Reply #10 on:** February 15, 2019, 05:01:19 PM »

GABRIEL GRIFFIN

WHY ARE YOU SO FAR AWAY FROM ME? I NEED HELP AND YOU'RE WAY ACROSS THE SEA.

Gabriel sent a look towards Hope as she chimed in, and he gave a shake of his head. In response, he grunted, "Doesn't mean those choices are always good." The Officer did not want to impose on anybody's life choices, not unless they were potentially harmful. Who would he be to let Catalyst get wasted and be in a vulnerable state of mind? He was only doing this out of his concern for the Boss's safety.

Then... oh. Gabriel's shining, blue gaze looked over at the Boss, who insisted that they were totally fine. They were hellbent on staying here. It wasn't like the boy could drag them home by himself; he wasn't their personal babysitter. He couldn't do much at this point; he had tried.

A frown tugging at the corners of his lips, he gulped and spared the rowdy crew one last glance before turning around to head out the door, hands shoved into his pockets with his head down. They were on their own now, and Gabriel could only pray that they kept themselves alive.

OFFICER OF THE BADLANDS / CLICK FOR BIOGRAPHY

MICHAEL. · « **Reply #11 on:** February 17, 2019, 08:04:57 PM »

"speech" 'thought' text
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, themes of violence

The well built man was surprised to say the least to see Cat of all people intoxicated. Out of all the members of the Badlands, Mike had pegged them to be one of the least likely to indulge in a vice of any kind, but, it seemed that he was wrong in his assumptions. It was... interesting to say the least, to see Cat inebriated. He looked curiously from Gavril to Cat and then to Gabe, surprisingly siding with the youngest of the group.

Covering the distance between himself and the group in a few long strides, the soldier halted a foot or so away from the drunken Cat, far enough to avoid any lunges should the boss lash out at him in their intoxication. Crossing his arms over his chest, the man cleared his throat. He was mildly amused by Hope's words, though he didn't show it, why should he?

"Boss," His voice was detached from emotion, he felt like it was better to speak expressionlessly, without letting on that he actually did care about this situation. Logic, yep, seemed like a good thing. He wasn't all that certain exactly what he was going to say to the boss, but he knew that he probably should say something, this situation could get much worse quite easily.

He looked over at Gavril for a few seconds, curious as to why the guy was giving such interesting advice. Then again, he was young, half Mike's age, well most of the population of the Badlands was half his age... god that made him feel like an old fucker. "Let's get you some water." It was a good suggestion, after all, a shitload of water after getting drunk basically negated the morning hangover.

Mike had suffered though his fair share of hangovers, and drunken nights, more than his fair share really. But unlike most alcoholics who didn't see a problem with their drinking, or refused to see it, ignored it. Mike didn't ignore it, he knew he had a problem, though, it didn't keep him from drinking, just made him feel worse when he did, and yet, like any addiction it was difficult to kick.

He pulled a bottle of water from his shoulder bag, well it was a canteen, but it did the same job as a water bottle, and it looked cooler (in his mind at least). "You need to hydrate, rest, and not drink anymore." He added, realizing just how hypocritical he sounded and not really giving a shit. "And before you say anything about my vices, and self destructive drinking habit," He added, pausing in the middle of his sentence, and then continuing. "I know. So drink some fucking water."

He looked in Gavril's direction, almost daring the boy to contradict him, he wouldn't fight with him, though he would criticize his support of the Bosses negative behavior. "Come on." He reached an arm out trying to tug at Cat's shoulder with his calloused fingers.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 · « **Reply #12 on:** February 18, 2019, 04:37:41 PM »

C

atalyst

No, their choices more often then not weren't good. They did whatever would cause the most damage, they did it deliberately, and they didn't really care who it hurt. Usually the worst of the effects fell on others though, so Cat taking the brunt of their own bullshit was not something they were used to.

In truth, they weren't someone that found vices intriguing. They didn't drink or smoke or gamble, or anything else, and some part of them judged the people that did, even if they found the inebriated actions of others amusing. The first time they'd tried alcohol, it had been mostly to fit in with the closest approximation to peers they had; they didn't like it but it hadn't been bad enough to get them to swear off drinking. The next experience hadn't been so good, and on every occasion they tried it after, they thought that maybe it wouldn't be as bad as the last time and promptly swore off it again.

Finally, Gabriel gave up, but a new challenger had entered the ring. Fugging hell. The disdain was plenty evident on their face; were they the Boss or some dumbarse that needed babysitting? They could take care of themself, they'd shown that every step of the way and yet, here everyone was the second their guard slipped a little. Bastards. This was why they couldn't let their guard down, couldn't let anyone see any weakness or get close. They were testing them, trying to find the cracks in their armor so they could rip it away.

Cat snatched the canteen of water from Michael, the one concession they were willing to make here. They'd feel better if they hydrated. "I'd already stopped drinking, not that you'd know because you just showed up and assumed you knew what the fug was going on." They took a small sip from the canteen, not really trusting that it wouldn't be more alcohol. Eh, if it tasted weird they could just spit it out and clock Michael with it (not really a sober thought to have, but they weren't all that sober). Luckily it was actually water, and they took a deep swig. "At least I know when to stop." They muttered, glaring at Michael.

Then he did what was probably the worst thing he could have done. He reached out and touched their shoulder. Now, at the best of times they disliked people touching them without permission, and though Gavril had just done the same, he was Gavril, the rules didn't apply to him the same way they did to everyone else. Besides, the hug had just been about being close to them, being affectionate. Michael tugging at their shoulder, trying to steer them out of the casino to God-knows-where. He was trying to control them, trying to physically control them. Catalyst wrenched away from him, a look of fury twisting across their features. "Don't fugging touch me." They snarled, putting even more distance between themself and the Officer.

They pulled their jacket tighter around them as they kept moving, heading for the exit. "I'm going for a walk." Their tone invited no one to join them, sounding almost like a threat if anyone did.

//uhh reminder that all of this is ic and Cat's not quite in their right mind rn, they're very paranoid and their perception is a tad bit off.

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gavril l. · « **Reply #13 on:** February 19, 2019, 08:12:01 PM »

Immigrants,
we get the job done.

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

When Cat had moved to get up, he almost fell forward like the idiot he is. Luckily, he grabbed onto the bar and pushed himself back so he was standing. He didn't talk after that, just sort of watched people glare at him and talk to Cat like they were drunk. It was probably best that he didn't speak, when did Gav ever say anything useful? Especially in this state? Instead he'd just slowly sit on the stool that Cat had previous been sitting on, probably for the best since he kept almost falling.

He watched as Mike and Gabe tried telling Cat what was best for them, especially Mike. "Don't fugging touch me." this made him laugh, it was a bit more of a giggle but it brought his intoxicating grin. His eye crinkling, problem solving, happy puppy boy grin. It was probably best he was sitting, because if he wasn't he definitely would've fallen over. Well, fallen onto the ground.

Then Cat turned to leave, which caused the Romanian to lean forward and frown. He came originally because he had just wanted to be social, though now it seemed nobody really liked him there and the only one who usually tolerated him was leaving. He looked towards Cat again "Cat" he whined as he called after their departing Boss. Yes, he wasn't exactly sober but even he understood that the tone wasn't a good one. It was surprising enough that he didn't run after them, but instead called after them. His way of sort of asking if he could follow instead of trying to make friends with grumpy people.

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