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Post by Robert Victor LeBlanc on Mar 16, 2010 21:26:27 GMT -5
Robert could tell Kelsey was angry. Heck, he was ten times more angrier than she was right now. There were just tens of other emotions preventing him from physically expressing that anger. This whole...feeling emotions thing was still new to Robert. He was getting a little use to it. Still, he felt a lot of anger. A lot. There was a lot of sadness mixed in there, with a whole lotta love for his family...as fucked up as they were. Robert still blamed himself for that one.
"Kelsey," Robert said gravely. "I don't want you ever going after him. Ever. Promise me," he said, in all seriousness. Robert didn't even want Kelsey within a galaxy's length close to Jack. If he had to, Robert would lock her up somewhere and throw away the key to keep her from him...or vice versa. He didn't even want to lose her, not again. The pain would be unbearable. It was bad enough that he lost a son, he didn't want to lose another to the grips of Jack.
Robert shook his head. Kelsey was just too much like him. So much so, it actually scared Robert to think about it. Still, she was a girl, and at the age of seventeen - their lives were widely different. Right now, on this day, Robert remembered getting his dark mark. It was given to him by his own father - as Voldemort had been a little incapable of doing so at the time. It was a day he had been proud of. Now, he wished he didn't remember it. All the more reason to drink really.
Robert was more hesitant than Kelsey was to take the first drink. Way more hesitant, he was. Guilt was overriding his desire for the blasted drink. Still, he had enough motivation to purchase the bottle, so he might as well just carry out the dirty deed and be down with it. He picked up his glass, and sat down, in the chair opposite Kelsey - since she was still in his chair. She was just lucky she was his daughter. Robert took his time taking his first sip but, after taking the first fatal sip - the rest of the contents in the glass followed suit. He closed his eyes as the liquid traveled down his throat. It didn't burn. He was far immune from it. The familar taste filled his mouth. Ah, he had missed it this past month. A heck of a whole lot. Robert filled himself a second glass, and drank that down, and then a third - all under about three minutes.
On his fourth glass, Robert slowed himself down to just slowly sipping. Still, three quick short glasses of the finest Russian vodka ever produced was enough to have him started to feel it's effects - more quickly than he thought. Robert cleared his throat, as silence feel. He felt there needed to be conversation, feeling uncomfortable in silence. "So..." he said to Kelsey. "That whole....." Cough. "...sex..." cough. "...thing...you were serious?" Now, if Robert LeBlanc was actually bringing up that subject, it was quite obvious he was drunk enough already.
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tags - kelsey
notes - woot there it is! the three letter s word! *gasp*
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Post by Kelsey Rachel LeBlanc on Mar 17, 2010 4:38:05 GMT -5
When Kelsey saw the seriousness on her father's face she knew he meant business. Kelsey really hated it when her father used that serious face of his. It was a look that could kill and scare you straight. Kelsey knew that never in her right mind would she go after Jack herself. She wasn't ready to do so yet. Her powers were still in development and not quite yet ready.
"Okay daddy, I promise. I was never actually going to go after him, unless I had a death wish," Kelsey said simply, reassuring her father that she wouldn't do so. If her father didn't want her to do something that severe, Kelsey knew she wouldn't do it. Believe it or not, Robert's opinion and approval meant a lot to Kelsey now. She really admired her father for what he did for her. He risked his life to save her and Kelsey was still amazed by it.
As Kelsey began to finish off her second drink she began to feel the familiar feeling of being slightly buzzed come over her. She knew that she would feel horrible in the morning from both guilt and a hangover. She had promised herself she would never drink again and yet here she was, drinking her day away, with her father. Well at least she wasn't alone in this. Kelsey quickly finished off her second drink and poured herself a third. She chugged that drink down and then quickly poured herself a fourth, chugged it, and then a fifth. Kelsey was going to make the most of this day. She could feel all of her senses begin to numb and she loved it. The light headed feeling finally made it way back to her body, causing her to smile. Then Kelsey heard what her father had said. Now sober Kelsey would have stared in shock and refused to share. Those were empty threats before after all. Drunken Kelsey however was more up to sharing her sex life with her father, however twisted that was.
"Oh yes! I was defiantly serious about that! James is an amazing lover. He knows just the right way to move around and, just between us, he has a huge penis!" Kelsey exclaimed, going into a set of giggles when she said the word penis. You could tell by the slur of her words and her giggle fit that Kelsey was pretty intoxicated and loving it. "One time, he gave me such a strong orgasm that I almost blacked out. Then there was this one time, in the abandoned classroom on the sixth floor. We were so horny and going at it, we did it three, count it, three times in a row. One time involving handcuffs," Kelsey told her father, giggles coming from her mouth. She took another drink of her alcohol and kept the same smile on her face. She was so far really enjoying this.
"So tell me dad, since it is obvious that you are a sex expert, do you have any tips for me? I still have no clue what I am doing," Kelsey said with a small laugh escaping her lips. She wondered if her father would really give her any tips or if he would end the conversation there. Kelsey would enjoy some tips on what to do. It would help her greatly.
WORDS: 560?!
LYRICS: Gravity - Sara Bareilles?!
COMMENTS: sorry its short, gotta get ready for school ?!
CREDIT: This is a Kelsey creation and totally from her zany imagination! Text thingy was done by her also. Steal it and die.
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Post by Robert Victor LeBlanc on Mar 17, 2010 20:16:08 GMT -5
It was a little easier to continue drinking after the first drink went down. After that, it was like drinking water again. Robert felt the familiar emotional numbing wash over him. Everything he had been feeling floated away, waiting to hit him later. He just didn't want to deal with it right now, any of it. Right now, he was just satisfying the dying need to drink. This was going to be his last time, or so he kept telling himself with every sip.
Robert stared blankly at Kelsey and she dragged on and on about what's his face's penis. He tilted his head, wondering if he ever got Mandy - or anyone else - so close to this "blacking out". Hm, had he? Robert scratched his head, and tipped down his....heck, he'd lost count. He refilled his glass again, and drank it down rather quickly. It nearly came out of his nose when Kelsey mentioned handcuffs. Robert stared at Kelsey like she had just declared she was pregnant or something. She may have been giggling but, Robert didn't find handcuffs very funny. Especially when you were the person attached to them.
Robert continued to stare at Kelsey, as she asked him for sex tips. "Ummm....." he said nervously, and poured himself another drink and drank that down rather quickly. How does a guy, (specifically a father) give a girl, (a daughter), sex tips? Robert puffed out his cheeks, and blow out a rather long sigh of sorts. He was rather clueless onto to exactly how they just got on this topic. It was definitely something he would never talk about with Kelsey.
Robert could feel the alcohol taking it's missed toll on him. Instead of being angry like usual, he felt much, much, more relaxed and at peace. It felt...odd, really. Robert kind of liked it. It was like, nothing bad had ever happened to him at all, and he felt nothing except this extreme curiousity of how the hell to answer Kelsey. If they were lucky, neither of them would remember this conversation in the morning.
"Wait just a minute, how is it so obvious that I'm a sex expert?" he asked, with a small slur to his words. Robert was capable of holding a lot of liquor in him. After over a month of being stone sober, his tolerance was not quite as high. "Don't answer that," he quickly mumbled, taking a sip. "Have you....you could...hm," he paused to scratch his head. "How can you not know what you are doing if....you did it....two time? whatever number of times...already?" he said.
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tags - kelsey
notes - oh merlin!
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Post by Kelsey Rachel LeBlanc on Mar 17, 2010 20:48:55 GMT -5
Kelsey really hoped that she didn't remember this conversation in the morning. She knew that if she did remember it, she would never ever again be able to look her father in the eyes let alone be in the same room with him. Right now, though, Kelsey was living in the moment and for once in her miserable life, having fun.
Kelsey finished off whatever number of drink she had and quickly poured herself yet another one. She was beginning to get so greedy with the alcohol that she knew she would be very hung over the next day. Oh well, all the more reason to not go to classes. Kelsey heard her father ask how she knew he was a sex expert and was about to answer before he said not to. She knew he was one because firstly, she had caught him in the act and by the look on Adrienne's face she was happy and secondly, every girl seemed to want to sleep with him, whether it be students or adults. She knew her father wasn't the most amazing man to be around, so they must have all been in it for the sex.
"Well I just kinda go with the flow. James is the one mostly making all of the moves. I want to pay him back! Tell me what men like! What do you like father? Any sex positions you find pleasurable? Just give me anything to work with here!" Kelsey exclaimed, a giggle coming from her mouth yet again. She couldn't even really control what she was saying at this point. It all seemed to be coming out like a massive spray of word vomit. She prayed and prayed that she wouldn't be able to remember this in the morning.
"I know I like the whole whips and handcuffs thing. I like it really rough and passionate. Like throw against the wall rough. Oo and leather costumes and masks. All that fun kinky stuff! Oh and he does this circle thing with his penis while he is inside me and it drives me insane! Man I could go for a sex session right now. maybe I will find him on my way back to the dorm for a quicky," Kelsey said, mostly talking to herself out loud than her father. She was beginning to really really want James at that moment. She wanted to have wild and crazy sex with him again since it had been a while for the two of them or at least it felt long.
"Does mom masturbate, dad? Or, do you masturbate? I heard it was a really good way to release stress. I have never done it before, but I think I may start. You know, for those nights that James isn't around," Kelsey said, taking another drink and smirking. Now that question had been completely random but was in the back of Kelsey's mind for awhile. She was never told about masturbation before nor had she thought it was something a person could do.
WORDS: 525?!
LYRICS: Gravity - Sara Bareilles?!
COMMENTS: heheheheheheeh ?!
CREDIT: This is a Kelsey creation and totally from her zany imagination! Text thingy was done by her also. Steal it and die.
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Post by Robert Victor LeBlanc on Mar 17, 2010 21:17:16 GMT -5
What do you like father? Any sex positions you find pleasurable? Just give me anything to work with here!"
[/color] Robert opened his mouth to answer but, couldn't. He had the "wait, what?" look on his face. Did she just seriously ask that? How do you even answer something like that? Ugh, Robert wished that he wasn't drinking with his daughter as the line "let me show you" ran through his head. Okay, ew. Robert's eyes probably quadrupled in size as Kelsey kept talking. She just kept talking. On and on and on about ..this whole sex.He wanted to slam his head down on his desk. Robert really didn't want to know the details about what Kelsey liked, or what James could do. He really didn't need or want to know her thoughts of having a quicky - though now that she brought that up...it didn't sound like a half bad idea. Robert snorted in his glass for actually thinking about that.
"Does mom masturbate, dad? Or, do you masturbate?"
Okay, this time he choked on the drink he was taking in. Like really choked. He coughed and gasped for air and everything. He felt liquid enter is lungs and come back out again after a few coughs. That kind of hurt. Robert looked at her like a deer caught in headlights, while still recovering from the choking action. Haha, action....action, get it? Yeah, okay bad pun. Robert was now going to blame Jack for that fact that his daughter was now...all.....talking about sex. With him. While drunk. Yup. It's all his fault. "Do you really want to know that answer to that?" Robert asked. Even while drunk, he preferred not to further scar Kelsey. I mean seriously, would you want to know what your dad is like sexually. Didn't think so. "Since we're on the topic....you were an accident," he added, the last part in a silly sing-song voice. Yes, that's right. Robert LeBlanc used a high pitched, sing-song voice. Did you get that? Good, because that's the only time you're ever gonna get it. Missed it? Too bad, so sad. Robert picked up the bottle, and looked at it, trying to read the label. The letters blurred together, making it impossible to read. What the fuck was in this stuff? Clearly something was wrong with it. This couldn't be his usual vodka. Someone was playing a cruel joke on him, clearly a very cruel, cruel joke. If Robert remembering this come tomorrow, this would be the worse practical joke ever in the history of practical jokes. He definitely would not be laughing, even if he felt like laughing right now.
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Post by Kelsey Rachel LeBlanc on Mar 17, 2010 21:37:33 GMT -5
As she continued to talk and talk, Kelsey was really beginning to hate the fact that her father was barely even saying anything. She wanted him to become more open with her and just share these things while they were still clearly drunk out of their natural minds. Kelsey could barely even hold her glass anymore and had to resort to putting it back down on the desk. She was going to get her father to talk if it was the last thing she did. Kelsey wanted answers and nothing was going to stop her until she received said answers.
"Come on father! SPEAK! Tell me what you like sexually! Tell me what mom does that drives you wild. Does she give good blow jobs? Is she has kinky as me?" Kelsey asked, a smirk on her face as she giggled more and more. In her normal mind, Kelsey would be repulsed by learning about her parent;s sex lives but as she sat there, drunk enough to shame an Irish man on St. Patrick's Day, she wanted to know everything and anything, as weird as that was for a child to want to know. Nothing was off limits to her now.
"Yes I really do want to know the answer to that. Tell me! Are you on team masturbation or not?!" Kelsey said quickly after her father spoke the first time. Then her jaw dropped as he said she was in accident in a very sing song voice. She couldn't help but let out some more giggles at his clearly drunk behavior. She had figured that she was an accident. After all, who gets pregnant with another child when your first child is only like 3 months old?! She was most defiantly not planned.
"I'm an accident?! Tell me father, how was I conceived to make me an accident?! What did you and mum do the night that you made me, the most wonderful child that ever lived! Spare none of the kinky details! I want to know it all!" Kelsey said, leaning on the edge of the chair with her chin in her hands. All of her attention was now on her father as her drunken mind began to make the room spin. She adored this feeling with all of her heart. Kelsey really wanted to know what was going on the night that they made her. Was it wild and crazy sex or quiet and reserved love making? Were they fighting or just doing what they do every night before bed? Kelsey wanted it to be something interesting. She wanted to be a product of their love for each other.
WORDS: 442?!
LYRICS: Gravity - Sara Bareilles?!
COMMENTS: yipeee ?!
CREDIT: This is a Kelsey creation and totally from her zany imagination! Text thingy was done by her also. Steal it and die.
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Post by Robert Victor LeBlanc on Mar 17, 2010 21:55:43 GMT -5
Robert laughed like a teenage boy at the mere mention of something like team masturbation. Ugh, what is it with girls and the need for details? Robert scoffed and rolled his eyes. How was he suppose to bloody remember? Robert took a drink and scratched his head. He had a lot of sex to sort through in his mind before he could really get back to the night of Kelsey's conceiving. Robert swallowed rather hard. Well, hell if she wanted to know, why not just tell her?
Robert leaned back in his chair, tipping it backwards and rocking forwards. "Well, it was like the second or third day in a row that Anton actually slept through the whole night. He used to wake up like every two fucking hours. Babies are just suppose to eat, poop, and sleep. Not cry and not sleep," he rambled vaguely remembering being such a new father. "So, I figured I might as well get myself some while I had the chance. You women have needs, and so do men. I was nice about it, as I didn't really feel like pissing her off. Actually, no I did end up pissing her off. Merlin's testicle, was you mum fucking moody for like ever after Anton. It was like permanent pms or something," he continued.
By this point, I'd like to interject. Robert had lost count of how many glasses he had just drank. Between Robert and Kelsey, there was enough left in the bottle for them each to have one more glass. These such glasses, Robert was currently pouring for them as the memory uncontrollably streamed out of his lips like a girl trying to quickly tell her best friend all about her date - really fast.
"All I did was try to be romantic and nice, and get her in the sack that way but, nooooooooo. She just had to be Miss ....grrrr...and practically rip my balls off and stuff them down my throat. So, we argued about," Robert paused, and titled his head like a little puppy. "Heh, I can't even remember," he interjected, chuckling. 'Anyway, Mandy is always so fucking hot. She's like, the best milf around," he snorted, using the term "milf". "So, when I thought I was sleeping on the couch for the night...all I remember is all of sudden she was alll "oh robert" and I was like....."oh yeah, let's get it on" - so, yeah."
This really gave like no details. But, seriously, men don't retain the little details really. Have you ever heard a sex conversation between men? A majority of the crap they say they did, is just lies stolen from the porno they just watched. Robert purposefully left out the kinky details because he was having trouble really remembering. He just knew that Mandy was hot, he was hot, and they had hot angry sex....a lot.
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notes - i couldn't stop laughing
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Post by Kelsey Rachel LeBlanc on Mar 19, 2010 10:21:36 GMT -5
Kelsey always knew that her conception would be an interesting one. After all, Kelsey was nothing less than interesting so her conception should be no different. Kelsey remembered hearing stories that when she was born, she was a crier. She was ten time worst than what Anton was. She never shut up and it made her laugh to hear about it. Even as a baby she was a little ball of fire like she is today. She caused her parents a little less trouble than what she was causing now. Kelsey would love to go back in time and see Robert ready to pull out all of his hair because she wouldn't stop crying. It would defiantly make her day.
As her father began to tell her the story of her magical conception, Kelsey began to giggle, a lot. She knew how moody her mother could be, especially on little or no sleep. It must have been a living hell for her father. She couldn't help but laugh at how desperate he had sounded for sex. She could just imagine him on his knees, begging and begging her mother to put out and give him some. This was just too funny for her to listen to. Then she heard her father call her mother a milf and lost it with a fit of giggles. After he finished speaking Kelsey took a good two minutes laughing in the silence. She was an angry sex baby, just like she suspected.
"So I was an angry sex baby?! Well that explains so much! No wonder I inherited both yours and mum's tempers and anger problems! They were the things that made my conception possible! Knowing you guys, the sex was probably very kinky and rough so it is probably the reason why I am such a sex addict who likes all that kinky and rough stuff," Kelsey said, fighting through her giggles to finally speak. Everything was now clear to her as to where she got her sex drive also. You would have a huge one two if your mother was a milf in your father's eyes and they were like two sex crazed animals getting it on during your conception.
Kelsey got up from her chair and felt a rush come over her. She felt even more drunk standing up than what she did sitting down. She walked over to the center of the office and began to spin around randomly. She was drunk out of her mind by this point. It felt really nice to her to be this drunk. Loosing her balance as she was spinning, Kelsey fell to the floor and just laid there. She rolled over on her back and sprawled her arms and legs wide, beginning to make pretend snow angels. "How did you and mum react when you found out you were pregnant with me? Did you guys have hot and steamy hate sex again?" Kelsey asked simply as she worked on her fake snow angel. She knew her parents were probably not too happy when they found out they were going to have her. After all, they already had a baby and were now going to have another one.
WORDS: 533?!
LYRICS: Gravity - Sara Bareilles?!
COMMENTS: that was amazing ?!
CREDIT: This is a Kelsey creation and totally from her zany imagination! Text thingy was done by her also. Steal it and die.
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Post by Robert Victor LeBlanc on Mar 21, 2010 13:33:54 GMT -5
Robert frowned slightly and looked down in his glass. What was in this stuff, really? He had explained to his friend, his one only true friend, about everything and all the stress he was under. It was possible his friend mixed more than just alcohol into this bottle. Robert wouldn't put it past him. Still, it had been over a month. His body's reaction to the 100 proof vodka was to be expected. He didn't really like that what they were talking about, though with the help of the drink, it was much more easily spoken of than sober.
Robert chuckled, "All three of you were sort of angry sex babies." He shrugged, "It's how your mother and I work. We get really pissed at each other, fight argue, and then made up with hot, angry, sex." Well, what the hell. Kelsey asked him about this stuff so, if it permanently scarred her, it would really be her own fault. "You are the way you are because you inherited good genes," he said resolutely. With only a little bit left in the bottle, Robert polished it off. So, between the two of them, the bottle was gone in about a matter of twenty minutes.
Robert watched Kelsey get up and walk to the center of his office. That was brave. He wasn't about to try to stand up yet. Robert tilted the empty bottle on it's side and started spinning it, to give himself something to do. Usually, when he drank to get drunk - to numb his pain (which he currently wasn't feeling) - he did it alone, and just sort of sat at his desk starting at a family picture on the wall. This was out of the ordinary for him. Still, his plan was complete. He couldn't feel his pain anymore. His burning anger toward Jack was still there, intensified really. Still, Kelsey was in the room so, he wasn't going to act upon it.
Robert laughed - like really laughed for a few seconds. Well, that was something he hadn't done in a really, really long time. "Your mother wasn't too happy about it. I was though. You see, your mother had really only wanted one kid, a boy to be more specific. Since we had just had your brother, she was happy. I was happy. I grew happier though, even if you were an accident." Robert quickly tried to do some mathematics. How many times had he had steamy, angry, sex with Mandy? Counting didn't exactly work when you were drunk. He counted to five but, somehow jumped to sixteen, then thirty-two - leaving him confused. "We probably did...we've done that so many times I ..." he laughed again, "I forgot how to count."
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Post by Kelsey Rachel LeBlanc on Mar 22, 2010 18:30:04 GMT -5
Kelsey and James had never really had angry sex before. Most of their sexual experiences consisted of them being passionately in love and serving to please the other. Kelsey would not deny it though, she wanted to experience angry sex. It seemed to wild and unable to tame, something that Kelsey wished she could experience. However, as long as Kelsey was with James she knew that this angry hate sex was not going to happen. It wasn't very often that her and James got into a fight. Sure, they had their little annoyances but they hardly ever really had full on yelling fights, especially with everything that has been going on lately. She was grateful that they were not fighting but at the same time feared that they would bottle up all of their emotions until one day they would explode onto the other. She knew when that day came it would not be a pretty site.
"I wish James and I could have hot, angry sex. We hardly ever fight so it would be nearly impossible to have that type. I really don't think its normal for two people to get along so well. It kind of bugs me really," Kelsey said in a dream like voice, looking around the office. Then Kelsey's mind came up with a plan. She would make James angry one night so they could have wild and crazy hate sex. She was positive she could do it. After all, she was a LeBlanc. "Very, very good genes I might add. They are the ones I am most proud of inheriting," Kelsey said with a wide smile, laughing along with her father. As Kelsey laid on the floor she listened to what her father said. She knew her mother hadn't really wanted her. Hell, she had said it on more than one occasion before when they were fighting. Kelsey didn't mind though. She knew that she was a blessing in disguise.
"You know, I am kinda glad that I was an accident. I think if I would have been planned, or wanted for that matter, that I wouldn't be the person I am today. I could have ended up some Slytherin slut, a death eater, and on the path towards all the wrong things. I much rather be a crazy, married, alcoholic Ravenclaw with too many problems in her life. I'm glad you wanted me though daddy," Kelsey said drunkenly, a silly little smile placed on her face as she continued to make fake snow angels on the floor. Kelsey really didn't want to be someone else. Sure, some days she wished it, but she didn't really mean it. She was perfectly happy just being herself, however crazy that was.
"Wow daddy, you must be really good at sex to have done it that many times with mom. Most married couples lose their sex spark after so many years. She must really like to ride your magic wand, if you know what I mean," Kelsey said with a wink, propping her elbows on the floor to levitate her body up slightly. Kelsey let out a drunken little laugh, her obvious intoxication showing throughout her body. Kelsey knew that she was really going to regret this in the morning. It would be the worst feeling in the world to know that she said that about her father. Oh well, it was the price to pay to have a really good drunk time.
WORDS: 577?!
LYRICS: Gravity - Sara Bareilles?!
COMMENTS: i got some inspiration ?!
CREDIT: This is a Kelsey creation and totally from her zany imagination! Text thingy was done by her also. Steal it and die.
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Post by Robert Victor LeBlanc on Mar 24, 2010 19:10:58 GMT -5
Oh Merlin! Now she had to talk about..somebody should kill Robert now. He sighed and rubbed his head. Wait. Robert looked around and blinked. There was one spot, one stash he had forgotten about. Hm, now where the heck was that? He frowned slightly, not even really listening to Kelsey. "Uhuh.." he said slowly, beginning to look around him. Where the hell was the bloody thing? He was pretty positive it was around here somewhere.
Robert stood up, a bit too quickly for his state. His balance swayed a little. Feeling he had a better hang of his balance, Robert walked over to his bookcases, pulling back a book here and there. He knew it was behind a book, he just couldn't remember which one. "What's wrong with being a Death Eater?" he asked with a small chuckle. There was plenty wrong with it these days. Robert's alliance with them had dropped, although, he knew as long as they had some power, he wasn't going to be able to just walk out of it and that's it. No, there were would consequences.
Robert looked over at Kelsey for a few seconds, with a stupid happy smile of his face. "Well, she did decided to stay with me so, there must be something she likes about me," he said with a small smirk and returned to his searching. Robert reached his arm to the back of a shelf. His fingers contacted some cool, dusty glass. "There you are you little bugger!" he exclaimed and pulled out a green colored glass bottle. The contents of which was just some vodka. He had forgotten about it, as it was clearly hanging around there for awhile. Robert blew off the dust, and accidentally inhaling some in, let out a great sneeze.
He walked back (and not in too straight of a line either) and sat down in his chair behind is desk. "Care for another round with dear ol' dad?" he asked, filling up their glasses once more. Breaking out another bottle equals a very bad idea. Heck, he was drunk already, so he really didn't care at all.
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notes - oh...lol.
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Post by Kelsey Rachel LeBlanc on Mar 25, 2010 17:46:32 GMT -5
Kelsey knew her father couldn't care less about her sex life. She knew that even when he was drunk it made him so uncomfortable. Kelsey just loved the look on his face when she said the words sex with James, or orgasms. She loved loved loved how he would tense up and get that little Robert look on his face. It pretty much made Kelsey's life complete. Kelsey couldn't help but smirk at the look on Robert's face. he was obviously trying to pretend her was paying attention and failing miserably. She became very curious as she saw her father looking for something. Maybe he was just drunk and doing drunken things.
"What's wrong with Death Eaters? Lets see, how about the fact that they are trying to kill everyone who goes against them. Or the fact that they want to use me as some sort of tool," Kelsey said, laughing slightly. She knew her father used to be one of those people who killed for the fun of it. She never really asked exactly how many people he had killed before, nor did she plan to. Kelsey knew she would view her father differently if she knew. She would rather live in the dark than know the truth on this matter.
"Yeah, something deep, deep, deep down inside that she likes ," Kelsey said drunkenly, smiling as she tried to stand up. Failing, Kelsey fell back down to the ground and busted into a fit of giggles. However, Kelsey quickly got to her feet when she heard the words another drink. Kelsey eyed the vodka and smirked wildly, stumbling over to get herself a drink. She grabbed it and took a sip, smiling.
"I love vodka. Love it, love it love it!" Kelsey said with a smile on her face. Kelsey took another sip and smiled more, hardly feeling anything since the drinks before numbed her. Kelsey was now pretty much drunk out of her mind and loving it. She had that happy go lucky look on her face as she stumbled around the room. Placing the glass on the desk, she began to think of things to do. Then, thinking it was an amazing idea, Kelsey stood up on the arm of a chair, smiling at her father.
"Look daddy, I can fly" Kelsey said, spreading her arms out wide. Then, she jumped flapping her arms in the air as if she was going to fly. However, she failed miserably, falling face first into the cold floor. Kelsey groaned in pain for a moment before rolling over on her back, laughing hysterically. She knew she would feel that in the morning but didn't care. Kelsey did not move from her spot on the floor, laughing more and more.
WORDS: 460?!
LYRICS: Gravity - Sara Bareilles?!
COMMENTS: funnnnn ?!
CREDIT: This is a Kelsey creation and totally from her zany imagination! Text thingy was done by her also. Steal it and die.
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