Bleary Eye Brawler

A roleplaying blog for an original character based in the Team Fortress 2 Fandom.

[lil-miss-romano]

"I can’t believe it..you’re drunk…and now I’m drunk…"

[blearybrawler]

"EVERYONE'S DRUNK!"

Gil cheered, punching his fist into the air.

[lil-miss-romano]

"Ugh…" Bella groaned, rubbing her head. "Of course..you’re drunk.."

[blearybrawler]

He smiled and continued nodding, she was really good at explaining things.

[derrierevous-blog]

-Leaps on-

[Is leaped on?]

Ah! Don’t touch me!

[Commence loud hissing.]

[derrierevous-blog]

If Ai’ ‘ad to pick one, fuck. Not really in ze mood zough, could go for some smooches.

…

But jeour breath probably is disgusting, so..

[Shifts his eyes away.]

[blearybrawler]

Aye... Aye... Yer right. Alright, we'll do it yer way.

-Gil rears back and punches the other in the arm hard.-

[blearybrawler]

und-zey-said-i-vas-crazy started following you

[undzeysaidivascrazy-archives-de]

Ohhhhhh.

-She stares at the booze with a glistened look.-

Maybe. 

-Looking to the other bottles she smiles.-

Jou vant more? 

[blearybrawler]

-He chokes.-

Really? A-aye sounds great!

[blearybrawler]

und-zey-said-i-vas-crazy started following you

[undzeysaidivascrazy-archives-de]

I do not know vhat zhe vord ‘blootered’ means. Tell me, bitte. 

[blearybrawler]

Off yer head, smashed, drunk.

[lil-miss-romano]

"You gave me alcohol! I’m sick and you give me al-Gil, are you drunk?!"

[blearybrawler]

"Nnnnnnnnn... Aye, I'm pretty smashed."

He gives a serene smile.

[derrierevous-blog]

-Leaps on-

[Is leaped on?]

Ah! Don’t touch me!

[Commence loud hissing.]

[derrierevous-blog]

Ai’ was coming onto jeou, Ai’ zought jeou were trying to fight me.

[Literally just face-palms, and shakes his head.]

Oh mon fucking Dieu, Ai’m now calling jeou a Jew.

[blearybrawler]

Yer totally radge. Are yeh lookin' tah fight, fuck or both?

-Cracks his back loudly.-

[lil-miss-romano]

"Wh-What..?" Bella gazed of at the bottle, her mouth agape. 

"….You…YOU GAVE ME ALCOHOL?!"

[blearybrawler]

"Naw, I gave ya... Oh wait, aye, I gave yeh alcohol. Yer welcome."

[blearybrawler]

und-zey-said-i-vas-crazy started following you

[undzeysaidivascrazy-archives-de]

No vhere. I’m going novhere.

-stares at him.- 

I planned to save zhese for somezhing else but maybe not… 

[blearybrawler]

Plannin' on doggin' straight blootered?

[derrierevous-blog]

-Leaps on-

[Is leaped on?]

Ah! Don’t touch me!

[Commence loud hissing.]

[derrierevous-blog]

[He covered his mouth a bit to hide a laugh, backing up some.]

Unfortunately for jeou, Ai’m too gorgeous to fight drunken losers, amour.

[blearybrawler]

FIght? Oh, I thought yeh were comin' on to me.

-Having gotten to his pants he retightened his belt.-

And I'm nae Jewish, I dinnae ken why people keep sayin' that.

[blearybrawler]

und-zey-said-i-vas-crazy started following you

[undzeysaidivascrazy-archives-de]

Excuse jou. 

-A belch follows, leaving the medic blushing in embarrassment, covering her mouth even.-

Excuse me… 

[blearybrawler]

-He takes a breather, quirking a brow.-

Where ya goin'?

[derrierevous-blog]

-Leaps on-

[Is leaped on?]

Ah! Don’t touch me!

[Commence loud hissing.]

[derrierevous-blog]

[He rose his hands in defense, palms flat. The Frenchman couldn’t help but give a small grin.]

Apologies monsieur, but if jeou are suggesting we get physical..

[He licked his lips, leaning a bit… too close.]

Ai’ only do zat with attractive people.

[Of course, Lysandre was only teasing, he knew that was no where near what the man meant.]

[blearybrawler]

YEH'LL BE SEEIN' A BRAW SIGHT WHEN I GET TO ME BREEKS.

-Gil begins unbuttoning his shirt.-

[blearybrawler]

und-zey-said-i-vas-crazy started following you

[undzeysaidivascrazy-archives-de]

But jou barely know me. 

-Taking her own big gulp she offers Gil the biggest smile.- 

Zhank you zhough. Zhat’s kind. I don’t get zhat often. Or not really at all. 

[blearybrawler]

-He nods and belches before taking a few more swigs.-

[blearybrawler]

und-zey-said-i-vas-crazy started following you

[undzeysaidivascrazy-archives-de]

Vell… -she give an awkward laugh, opening her own bottle, but in a more delicate way.-  zhank jou zhere, Herr. 

-At first, the woman takes a small sip, then takes a more larger one.-

Zhat can’t be true. I’m sure jou ‘ave ‘ad nicer treatment in zhe past? 

[blearybrawler]

NAW, yer the nicest and most wonderful...

-He takes a large gulp of the beer.-

Ah... And nicest and wonderful person who ever walked the face o' this earth. And yer the nicest too.

[derrierevous-blog]

-Leaps on-

[Is leaped on?]

Ah! Don’t touch me!

[Commence loud hissing.]

[derrierevous-blog]

…. Ai’m pretty sure ze fact zat Ai’m sober right now, and jeou are fucked up proves enough, idiot.

[He replied condescendingly.]

[blearybrawler]

ALL IT PROVES...

-He jabs a finger at the other's chest.-

Is that we're gonna settle this like menfolks. 

[blearybrawler]

und-zey-said-i-vas-crazy started following you

[undzeysaidivascrazy-archives-de]

-The only thing she manages to do is roll her eyes, but seeing the beetle in view she grins.-

Freudiger Tag!

-Door already unlocked she reaches for the back, pulling out several bottles of beer.- 

'ere.

[blearybrawler]

-Gil grins widely, taking it.-

Yer a real friend! A REAL PAL! PROLLY THE BEST THERE EVER WAS!

-He sticks the bottle cap in his teeth and yanks it off violently.-

Yer the nicest person I think I ever met in me whole life. I love ya.

[blearybrawler]

mapleberries started following you

[mapleberries-blog]

….no thanks, then.

*She sips the beer again, content with just this.*

Usually I did drinking contests for money, but I don’t need more of that.

[blearybrawler]

-He blinked, taken aback.-

...Yeh'll pay money for losin' in a drinkin' contest?

-He scratched his head.-

How much money?