- Messages
- 901
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Knotted 13 Inch Rigid Pine Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 38
This was it. After one week Batman and Robin had finally moved everything in and settled into their new apartment. It still felt very surreal, Batman could hardly believe the freedom he now had. At home he couldn't eat pizza all day. At home he couldn't use a mankini as a slingshot. At home he couldn't have the biggest house warming party ever in the history of house warming parties. But here the eighteen year old was, doing all these things without a worry in the world. Being a grown up was so awesome. Now he finally understood what Samuel meant when he talked about freedom, he never fully appreciated it until now. Batman walked over to gently tap the turtle tank. He felt bad about moving Barbra and Alfred to Robin's room for the night, but it was in everybody's best interest to keep them safe. Keeping the turtles away from the house warming party's drunken antics came first in his mind. First even to drinking. Tonight Batman planned to get very, very drunk so he had to make sure the turtles were safe. Otherwise he'd be too worried and end up completely sober. It had only been a week, but the reptiles had quickly grown on him. They were his pride and joy and after all. He didn't want to worry about them the entire night. The task of moving the tank was on Robin's shoulders since they would be in his room and Batman didn't want to invade his friend's privacy. That wouldn't stop him from checking up on them later though. Hopefully he remembered to check on them before he was too drunk, he didn't want them seeing him in such a state.
"You better keep them safe." Batman shot his gaze to Robin. He trusted that his best friend would keep them safe, but wanted to make sure for his own sake. Somehow the reassurance caused him to worry less. He stood back and walked behind the kitchen counter to let Robin move the tank. There were many bottles of alcohol lined up on the bench, the party was a mix of byo and supplied so there was sure to be way more once everyone arrived. This was all so exciting. All their friends would be here, along with the hot chicks Robin had promised just to celebrate with them. Surely, Robin remembered to invite the chicks. Batman was holding him to that promise like glue. At this point the party seemed like one for the ages, one he'd forget the next day but would somehow remember for the rest of his life. He poured himself a shot of vodka and drank it, offering one to Samuel. It burnt a little down his throat and he coughed, obviously he wasn't used to drinking alcohol straight. But he still preferred it that way. The over sweet mixed shots were delicious and all, problem was eventually they made him feel sick and it was a lot cheaper -and easier- to have straight shots. "This is going to be great, I can tell." He'd never gotten completely and utterly wasted before, but he was going to tonight. This was the night he planned to push and test his limits to their greatest extent. Oh, this night was going to be so fun.
Batman began to grow impatient. Guests wouldn't begin to arrive for another hour, and he wanted to start the party now. He turned his attention to getting in the party mood. That would buy some time, and keep him distracted before the real party started. He poured and drank another shot, knowing it would make time go faster before turning the stereo on. Fast paced rock music immediately filled the apartment. Even without guests it felt like a party, he just had one whole hour to wait, one whole hour to pump himself up with adrenaline and alcohol before everybody arrived. It was just a waiting game now.
"You better keep them safe." Batman shot his gaze to Robin. He trusted that his best friend would keep them safe, but wanted to make sure for his own sake. Somehow the reassurance caused him to worry less. He stood back and walked behind the kitchen counter to let Robin move the tank. There were many bottles of alcohol lined up on the bench, the party was a mix of byo and supplied so there was sure to be way more once everyone arrived. This was all so exciting. All their friends would be here, along with the hot chicks Robin had promised just to celebrate with them. Surely, Robin remembered to invite the chicks. Batman was holding him to that promise like glue. At this point the party seemed like one for the ages, one he'd forget the next day but would somehow remember for the rest of his life. He poured himself a shot of vodka and drank it, offering one to Samuel. It burnt a little down his throat and he coughed, obviously he wasn't used to drinking alcohol straight. But he still preferred it that way. The over sweet mixed shots were delicious and all, problem was eventually they made him feel sick and it was a lot cheaper -and easier- to have straight shots. "This is going to be great, I can tell." He'd never gotten completely and utterly wasted before, but he was going to tonight. This was the night he planned to push and test his limits to their greatest extent. Oh, this night was going to be so fun.
Batman began to grow impatient. Guests wouldn't begin to arrive for another hour, and he wanted to start the party now. He turned his attention to getting in the party mood. That would buy some time, and keep him distracted before the real party started. He poured and drank another shot, knowing it would make time go faster before turning the stereo on. Fast paced rock music immediately filled the apartment. Even without guests it felt like a party, he just had one whole hour to wait, one whole hour to pump himself up with adrenaline and alcohol before everybody arrived. It was just a waiting game now.