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[ETTA FRAY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px,true] "its'not tha' i don't want to be in a crew," a slurred line of almost incoherent words came out - quite suddenly - of a certain pink haired woman's mouth. she sitting at one of the finest pirate bars she'd ever been in, leaning heavily on the counter and nursing her thirteenth glass of one of the finest white wines she'd ever had. the bar tender was an old woman who wasn't too much of a bitch (she made little snide remarks here and there), who had taken an interest in picking up conversation. the topic had changed to etta being a pirate and her lack of a crew five minutes ago. why? etta was trying to remember the answer to that, but her head was a little too foggy. "so why aren't you in one?" the old lady prodded, snapping etta out of her daze. grinning up at her, etta shrugged. she honestly wasn't sure. it was probably a mix of two reasons: no one had found her yet, and neither had she found anyone. pouting over the thought, etta tilted her head back and drained the rest of the wine glass. she was good with her alcohol but the wine of micqueot had proven to be quite potent. she was wearing a low cut, form hugging, short black dress and a pair of killer red high heels. she'd gone out with the intention of enjoying herself, but had instead ended up drinking the night away in the one spot, talking to an old woman that kept giving her nasty looks. she fiddled with the wine glass. she was thoroughly sloshed by now but despite that, she slid it forward to the bartender. without needing to be asked, the old woman picked the glass up and went off to get a fresh wine. left alone, etta rested her forehead on the counter. surely tonight had something better in store for her. she hadn't travelled all the way from the east just to spend her time killing her liver. ooc: this thread is 'taking place' about 1 week before pumped up kicks.

[PIPER PYRITE]

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[ETTA FRAY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px,true] there was a bit of commotion going on next to her, etta realised as she waited for her drink. she turned her head and lifted it up from it's resting place on the counter. there was a woman sitting about two seats down from her (etta could only guess by now; her eyesight was getting a bit blurry). she hadn't been there before, had she? etta couldn't be sure but either way, from the looks of things, the woman didn't seem too happy. womanly, female emotions ignited within etta - which could have just been the alcohol burning its way through her lungs and liver - as she immediately felt the need to go and comfort her. in this big, bad world full of horrible men, women had to look out for each other. hopefully, etta thought as she hiccuped, this woman isn't going to be another bitch. she slowly got up from her seat, testing her legs out. she was pleasantly surprised when she didn't topple right over. biting her lip, she picked up her purse and her infamous sense of "i can be friends with anyone" attitude. she walked over, quite stably and quite casually, and settled herself right down on the chair beside the (now that etta could see her more closely) intimidating looking woman. brown skin, strong build? yep, etta was screwed if she turned out to be a bitch. for some reason not many people liked when etta made it her business to cheer them up. "hey." ever eloquent, etta paused and eyed the bottle of whiskey, craning her neck a bit more to see the woman's face - trying to detect hostility. she gasped as she saw the scratch marks. "oh lordy wha' happened to you?" she slurred, sobering up a little as she went into doctor mode. "have ya put any dis-disenfec'tent on them there s-scra'shes?" she narrowed her eyes, itching tut like a mother and administer aid. ooc: ahhh sorry this sucks ;A; i had no idea what to do. so i went for the awkward drunk doctorish approach. awyeah.

[PIPER PYRITE]

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[ETTA FRAY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px,true] "well exschuze me for tryin' tah help!" etta bit back just as fiercely. she'd known it'd turn out ugly, she just had. maybe her choice of words hadn't going too well? either way, in her current state, she was both hell bent on having a verbal argument with this chick about manners and at the same time, she still wanted to play doctor and make sure the scratches weren't infected. didn't she know the extent of germs and bacteria that cats had underneath their claws? she could get cat scratch fever for all she cared! "d-do you know wha' kind of infekshions you can get from cat scraches? y-you could get bartonella!" hurt that her master plan of being a good citizen terrible pirate and helping a fellow woman out had failed, etta pouted through her frowning. she should just leave it at that - walk away, let her get a nasty ass infection on her face. what was it to etta anyways? sure she was a doctor but she was a pirate too. she was permitted to be neglectant of her duty in rubbing her medical advice in people's faces, at least sometimes. the alcohol in etta's system wasn't helping too much with that though. groaning over the headache that was starting to form, she sat back in the stool a little more, leaning her arm on the bar's counter. "you should jus' trus' me, i'mma doctah."

[PIPER PYRITE]

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[/i]?” She mumbled, eyeing the bottle of whiskey in her hands as if it might reveal an answer.

Whatever it was, it didn’t sound pleasing at all, and considering most of the scratches she received from that evil adorable cat were mostly on her face, getting any kind of infection there was going to be hell. Ughn. Drunk or not, this woman did sound like she knew what she was talking about—what with all those big doctorish words she was slurring out.

Alcohol was a good disinfectant, right? And with that thought set firmly at the frontline of her thoughts, Piper tipped the whiskey bottle over, tilted her head back, and promptly emptied out the rest of the bottle over her face. The alcohol burned into every scratch on her face and made Piper hiss and slap a hand on the counter to ground herself. “Ow, ow, ow!”

etta - TAG
261 - COUNT
Piper, why you so dumb?
none - TUNE

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