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| The Then & Now; Wolfsbane | |
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| Topic Started: May 7 2015, 11:58 PM (98 Views) | |
| Cannonball | May 7 2015, 11:58 PM Post #1 |
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May 5 2015 -Dusk- Night was closing in as Sam rapped his fist against the door of the Russell's cabin. The sky behind him a prism of blended colors as day melted into night a timed testimony to the changing season as the sun did not transition as swiftly away as had just a few weeks prior. There was a science lesson up there somewhere Sam knew, something about how night and day never really changed their position rather the earth changed it's rotation in proximity of them, but being a few shots in in inebriated celebration of Cinco De Mayo (Sombrero and all) Sam didn't much assume he was the person to wane scientifically about such matters. Rather Cannonball was hoping to use this drinking man's holiday to spend a little time with his buddy Jack whom the Kentuckian saw far too little of since Jack had become a father, a necessary change Sam was sure but a bittersweet one hit home all the harder by Sunspot's continued absence. With no Berto around Sam fund his pool of good time comrades significantly shortened enough so that he had went out a lone that evening and had found himself doing shots with some local College kids one of who had gifted him with the very same festive hat he was wearing right now. It had been this same group of kids that had explained to Sam why it was okay to be drinking on a weekday as it was in celebration of the Mexican holiday Cinco De Mayo which translated out to exactly mean May the fifth. A tad surprisingly none of them had been able to tell him much more about this new holiday besides that but after a few rounds in Sam found himself reasoning that the gift of May seemed as good a day to have a holiday as any other and as such should be celebrated with his friends. As the door of the cabin swung open Sam cheerfully if a tad slurred spoke out "Happy Cinco De May-o.... Oh ... heya Rahne. Is uhhh Jack around y any chance." Following the shifter in Sam listened as Rahne explained where her husband could currently be found "Care to join me in a toast then? don't see no need in wasten good whiskey." |
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| Wolfsbane | May 8 2015, 02:32 AM Post #2 |
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The Russell household wasn't doing anything in particular for Cinco De Mayo. It held practically no significance to either Jack or Rahne, and neither of them particularly liked Mexican food. In fact, the spiced meats disagreed with Jack's digestive system pretty angrily at times, so it was a risk they really didn't take all too often. So no tacos, no fajitas, no festive streamers or pinatas or anything of the sort. The Russell cabin was just the same as it ever was on this evening. Miraculously - it was a quiet evening. Rahne had the cabin to herself, and a copy of "Gone Girl" to get through (so many people recommended she read it, so she did - and honestly, she wasn't enjoying it in the slightest. She needed a character she could like and sympathize with, and not a single one here in this book did she actually care for. Ben Affleck be damned). "Oh, thank God," Rahne groaned as Sam's fist pounded on the door. An excuse to get away from this damn book. She tossed it down on the couch, and got up to answer the door. To find Sam a little bit inebriated. Buzzed, perhaps. "Ah, ye'll settle f'r me, though. C'mon in," Rahne beckoned him in as she turned back towards the couch. "Ye've saved me from Nick n' Amy, miserable people they are. I swear I dinnae ken why everybody loves this damn book so much." She looked back to Sam before dropping heavily on the couch. "Jack's out with Greg. Both muh boys were feelin' restless, Greg a wee bit more so, so daddy offered t' get him runnin' and exhausted so we're nae kept up all night." She shrugged her shoulders, looking over to the whiskey bottle. "Sure. What're we toastin'?" |
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