Post by Jacob Cruise on Apr 27, 2009 20:03:18 GMT -5
"Sir!? Sir! Excuse me sir. Could you please wake up long enough to stumble the hell out of here? Its closing time so you really need to get going."
"And you-o-u-ou- need to get into shutting the hell ups!"
A drunken Cruise slowly attempts to open his eyes. The dim bar lighting still to much for him as he blinks out as much of the brightness as he can.
"Sir, please don't make me escort you out of here with force."
"You don't...make me escort your mom to the prom! Heh, heh..."
With that remark, the bartender attempts to drag Cruise to his feet. Cruise makes it upright out of the booth for a few second before his weight overbears the bartender and Cruise crashes to the ground. His face hitting floor hard.
"This floor...tastes like floor! Nurse! You need to fix that immediatitllyilly!"
The bartender releases a short sigh as he makes his way over to the phone. Dialing nine-one-one...
"Yeah....This is Jesse from the Chug and Pug....Gotta 'nother alchy that can't make it out the door. I'm not dealing with this moron. Send a car please? Get this guy in a cell to sober up so he don't stumble out on the street and hurt himself or somebody else...
"I'll hurt your moms in her street or somebody else on the door!....Yeah, thats what you thought..."
Needless to say, not to much later Cruise found himself in jail. And what a shame...this all took place the night of mindgames. Why did he choose to get drunk and not go to the pay-per-view? Well, maybe time will tell....
"And you-o-u-ou- need to get into shutting the hell ups!"
A drunken Cruise slowly attempts to open his eyes. The dim bar lighting still to much for him as he blinks out as much of the brightness as he can.
"Sir, please don't make me escort you out of here with force."
"You don't...make me escort your mom to the prom! Heh, heh..."
With that remark, the bartender attempts to drag Cruise to his feet. Cruise makes it upright out of the booth for a few second before his weight overbears the bartender and Cruise crashes to the ground. His face hitting floor hard.
"This floor...tastes like floor! Nurse! You need to fix that immediatitllyilly!"
The bartender releases a short sigh as he makes his way over to the phone. Dialing nine-one-one...
"Yeah....This is Jesse from the Chug and Pug....Gotta 'nother alchy that can't make it out the door. I'm not dealing with this moron. Send a car please? Get this guy in a cell to sober up so he don't stumble out on the street and hurt himself or somebody else...
"I'll hurt your moms in her street or somebody else on the door!....Yeah, thats what you thought..."
Needless to say, not to much later Cruise found himself in jail. And what a shame...this all took place the night of mindgames. Why did he choose to get drunk and not go to the pay-per-view? Well, maybe time will tell....
