Whiskey and Blunts (Invite)

[dj]

A continuation from First Day in Chicago

After leaving the Coffee house across the street, DJ entered a bar, where he'd wait on Remmy. Wearing the oh so famous Jack Daniels shirt, and a pair of black shorts, he was glad they had some heat going in the bar. It was a cold one in Chicago this time of year. He made his way over to the bar, and motioned for a bartender to come and collect his order.

What can I get ya today guy?

Well...since that place across the street there couldn't give it to me...Hows about a shot of Jack? Leave the bottle.

Coming right up sir.

The bartender went about making the drink. DJ sat there thinking that Remmy needed to hurry up and get laid and get his ass over here. He didnt have all day damn it.

[Fernando Castro]

And another Red Bull bites the dust, joining the collection of cans and spent drinking glasses of Cuervo Black...

"Dude! I'm fuggin' tellin' ya... I'm not drunk! Here! Watch! I'll walk the line!"

Fernando didn't look like any typical drunk... the countless destroyed energy drinks that more than likely will wreck his heart rate for a week can attest to that. He's shakey, jittery, and somehow, not puking as he drops from his stool, hopping up on the table and stutter stepping down the length of it, knocking Cameron's waterbeer shot from it. He can't hear the cursing, 'Nando's too focused on NOT falling six feet from where his face is only to land on it. That shit'd suck. Wild story... shitty after effect, but that's just the way that drinkin' and shennanigans go, right?

He stops briskly, his feet slipping. On one foot, Fernando sees no other choice, thankfully, his agility hasn't left him in his drunken state. He bends his back, immediately flipping off of the bar and landing on his chest, popping back up in a motion similar to his rediculously infamous worm, but slapped his head on the bottom of the table, sending him right to his ass, getting laughed at.

"FUCK! Gimme 'nother one, dude... fuckin' Corona's! On Cruise!"

[Jacob Cruise]

"Woah.....woah...woa....wo....Huh?"

Forgetting what he was going to say, Cruise slams another shot of his good ole' Jaeger. A Jaeger Bomb to be more exact, adding a little red bull to the mix was always a good plus. Maybe this would help him remember what sentence he was trying to form in his head a moment ago? Nope, maybe another shot? Its worth a try....

"Yeah! What Nandy said! Put it on Cruise's tab....Hehe....That poor bastard Cruise....what a dumba.....wa...wait a second!"

[Cameron Kincaid]

Dumbass ...

Shaking his head he took up another shot glass, slamming it down without hesitation in a matter of seconds. Afterwards he just stared toward the mirror behind the barkeep against the wall, his body almost swaying as if there was a hard breeze through the place. Eyes barely open at this point, his thoughts clearly on something other than what his comrades were speaking on. Plucking pieces of the label from a nearby bottle on the counter of the bar...

No...Nah just...Just put it on ahhh....What's the guy...

Turning halfway in his seat he points towards....Uhhhh...The Mexican guy who tags along sometimes....

Ummm...Him...It's on his tab....Umm...Julio?...Manudo?...Fu...Fuck it whoever that little minority guy is right there...It's on him...


"....................................."Not like I could pay for it anyway...Didn't bring any money...Ha Ha...Wait...I think I may still have one of J's old credit cards though...If that'll do...*Hiccup*...She sucks me...She sucks me not...*Hiccup*...

[dj]

After waiting for way too damn long...how longs it really take to get head from a bitch anyway? DJ picked his phone up and called Remmy.....

Yeah...hurry your ass up man...Yeah....you gotta see this shit for real....

He flips the phone shut...taking another shot of Jack. He continues to watch the boys a few seats down from him...making fools of themselves, and waitin for Remmys ass to show up....boy takes to long for real. Wasnt everyday you got to see two white boys and a mexican drunk off they asses together..

[Jayceon Williams]

Stepping through the entrance of the bar, an agitated Jin Remmy shakes his head as he makes his way into the building. He looked around and smirks when he catches sight of his homie Dustin James. Dude complained too damn much. Reminds him of his ex-girlfriend. Naggin' ass. He proceeded to make his way over to the bar where he was.

"Hey yoooooooo! Quit yer bitchin'. I'm here"

He raises an eyebrow as he watches the other three who were in the building. Looking to be pretty wasted themselves. He laughed and just looked back at Dustin.

"So what it is...? What couldn't wait that you had to break me away from the sexy little mamma at the coffe shop?"

[dj]

Besides the fact bitch prolly got some STD or some shit? Hell nah man...other than watchin these fools over here makin complete idiots of themselves. Ain't everyday you see a mexican ride with two white boys gettin drunk.

He laughs to himself as he takes another shot of his Jack.

[Jayceon Williams]

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever nigga... Don't hate..."

Remmy looks over across the bar at the bartender and waves for him to come on over. As the bartender approaches Remmy, he goes on to request his drink...

"Yo... You got a Colt 45 over there?"

Bartender: "No."

"Fuck... Yo' D'... Whatcha recommend from this place...?"

[Fernando Castro]

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CORONA!!!"

Fernando had managed to find his ass in a stool again, his head still pounding from the table shot.

"Motherfuckin' prejudice asshole ignoring the Mexican's drink..."

"You didn't even say anything to me... you just yelled drunkenly..."

"FUCK YOU!!!"

[dj]

What did he recommend? Oh...right....

What the fuck you see me drinkin Rem? Damn man...down some Jack....Shit

He hands the bottle back to Remmy...all the while looking down the bar at the mexican...

[Jayceon Williams]

"You and your country ass alcoholic... Fuck it... Barkeep! Jack Daniels... Hit me up with one..."

He awaits for the bartender to send him a bottle down the bar.

"The fuck wrong with these cats..?"

Remmy nodded off to the mexican and his two white boys.

[Cameron Kincaid]

Cameron's face fell almost flat against the bar, laughing at...What in the hell is this Mexicans name? ....Anyway, he was laughing. HARD too. Almost like his body was convulsing from the words flying back and forth between the two men, he turned his head, facing his partner speaking the best he could, his voice clearly slurred over the massive amounts of alcohol he had consumed, with a smile on his face and a raised eyebrow...


Hey...J...Check this out man...I was thinkin'...Some weird shit man...Like...It's been killin' my thought process...ALL day right...Look...

He paused for a second, pounding himself on his chest as if to urge himself on almost. Damn. Almost passed out in this bitch right there. Stay up Cam. Damn lightweight...Shaking it off he went on...

I was watchin' this infomercial last night right...These sumbitches said...*Hiccup*...They had...Heh Heh...They had made this cream right....This cream...That...When you rub it on your cock right...

A long pause as it seemed every eye nearby turned to Cam, awaiting what he'd say next....

"......................................"

...That...When you rubbed it on your cock right, it'd make your cock like...Grow right...But...*Hiccup*...I got to thinkin'...Not sayin' they CAN'T do that I mean...Science is just making great strides these days but...If that's true...And I DID rub this crap all over my cock and balls and whatever else...

He sits back up in his seat, taking the empty shot glass into his hand again and staring into it blankly...Almost as if he had went comatose for a second...Then turning to face Cruise again seeing the waiting look on his face....

*Long Pause*

......Wouldn't it make my hands bigger too ...?...I mean....It'd be pretty obvious who was using this shit right? Sumbitch be walkin' around with one big ass Mickey Mouse hand or something...I'm just saying...

[dj]

Kiss my ass cuz...Man you bitch too much...I from the same damn city you are...

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He takes another shot. Man...they were comin fast today

Light up a fatty fo real.....And listen to this dude....Damn boy fuckin nuts....

Referring to the white...well...whatever color his ass truly was... [/center]

[Jacob Cruise]

The once happy, falsified by alcohol, yet still happy, look on Cruise's face now droops down to complete seriousness.

Du....Dude? Are you....are you asking me what I think your asking me? Do....do you....*hiccup*....want me to take you to Disney World?

Where the hell did Cruise get that from? In the most serious tone Cruise has probably ever spoken in...

"Because I WILL!....I will take you...and we will drive....and Nando...he can come....maybe.....if, ya know...they allow Mexicans in that place....And dude.....Its....its the motherfuggin happiest place on Earth....man....just...whoa.....lets do it.....shit...."

The look of pure seriousness on Cruise's face is almost unbelieveable...

Man...really....man......I want some White Castle....

[Jayceon Williams]

"Man... Fuck ya D'... Country ass..."

He reached down and picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar. Twisting off the top, he tilted his head back and began to consume. Not his favorite, but this damn bar ain't got Colt 45... Then they probably don't got shit he like here. He set the bottle down on the bar and looked at Dustin with a raised eyebrow.

"You want me to light up in a public place...? You think I won't...?

He reaches into his back pants pocket and pulls out a blunt filled with that KILLAfornia sticky icky green. He lifted it up and placed it in his mouth. Then he proceeded to reach into his pants pocket again. Searching for a light. Damnnit. No lighter. He looked back at Dustin.

"Yo... Gimme a light..."

Bartender: "Sir, you can't smoke that in here."

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever..."

Bartender: "Sir...."

"Yo D'... Gimme a light..."