*He staggers into the park at a half past nine, a book and a newspaper are held under his left arm, while his right holds onto a rum bottle, which he is often chugging from.

His steps are misscalculated, he wants to move to the right but his body takes him left.

There's a chuckle ebbling from the depths of his throat, though it is followed by a series of four-letter vulgarities that would make a sailor blush.

It was only this morning he was at that internet place, catching a sliver of his past life though the threads of the computer. Though that gave him momentary joy, it quickly crept onto him and smashed him over the head with a sledgehammer of memories. Rum can make memories go away...can't it?

Another chuckle as he almost trips over his own feet and then a frown. He looks up at the crappy-looking park...at the once pretty swings and slides. If he closes his eyes real, real tight he might be able to visualize it as it was before it got fucked up.

A breath, then a sigh and he makes his way over to the rickity old swings.*

Reina watches as  the drunken mortal makes his or her way, she isn't sure, to the swings in the playground. ((Unseen Presence))

If the human doesn't cause any problems, then she has no need to cause any of her own.

*Daisy looks like a girl, a lot. Dressed in some skimpy black skirt made out of sheer material with quite a bit of red tule under it, looking like a ballerina's skirt. Black tights are on his skinny legs, held up by a black garter belt that shows. Clumpy, black combat boots are on his feet. There's a body-hugging, long-sleeved green top on him and a long black and white checkered scarf around his neck, it's half falling off and he keeps trying to toss it over one shoulder.

He gets to the swings and sets the rum and book down, and part of the newspaper.* What shall we do with a drunken sailor, eh Mate? *his words are slurred. His fingered feel like fat catterpillars. He quickly makes a funny newspaper pirate's hat and plops it over his head. It's a bit big so it falls over one eye.

He sniggers and stands there like a drunk, grinning statue.*

I cut through this park all the time. Im with one of the girls, we call her Loca because she cut off her stepmoms left tit when she was 14. We are headed back to the stable; Loca is wasted and since i dont drive stick were walking.

Ill spot Daisy by the swings. Its hard not to with that friggen scarf and ridiculous skirt. Loca nudges me and bets me ten bucks shes a cop. I decide to point and yell, obnoxiously.

'What Up Prosti-Tot!?'

*By this time Daisy's up on the swing, feet on the curved bit, fingers curved around the rusted metalic chains. He's stansing there watching the two girls entering the park. If it's one thing he can notice though his intoxication it's that they are as drunk or drunker than he is.

He chuckles at the girl's words...sticks and stones....he's been called worse, besides he was a prossie, so what of it...kept him fed, clothed...alive.

He begins to pumps his legs and yells out* Freeeee Ruuuuum! All you can drink! All the way from the depths of the carabbien, snatched outta the hands of a drunken Barbados Pirate!

*And he looks right at the girls, smiling until his crappy, paper Pirate's hat falls over both eyes.*

Reina scowls. Since when did her park become a haven for drunken teenagers? Young people these days...if her father had caught her so much as sniffing rum, she wouldn't have been able to sit for days.

This is too good to pass up. Loca and myself swagger up to this swinging drunk. Loca will go after the offered rum, I drape myself on the swings supports and look up at Daisy.

'You know this isnt a good neighborhood to be swingin around drunk and alone girlie.'

*He messily raises a hand and pushes the make-shift hat up, revieling pretty, drunk brown eyes. He smiles at Rosa then looks at her friend* Hell...I share! *He keeps pumping, if they think he's gonna be scared by them they are on cheep drugs. HAH! He had a big, bad LOLA to fear all his life....amatures.*

Who said I'm 'lone? *Daisy looks down at Rosa.* If you want some rum you bettah tell your pet to share, as well. *Then he begins to pump harder and go higher and higher, his skirt flutters violently in the breeze, swishing here and there, showing off a pair of frilly, white and pink, cabaret-style underwear.*

Daisy is indeed not alone, but she doesn't know that, now does she?
It is entirely possible that the kids will just fuck each other up playfully, but it seems vampires are unusually drawn to this park. Thanks again, Prince Carter. So she'll be keeping an eye on the young people so loudly disrupting her evening.  

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I wave a hand when offered rum again. Slumping a bit against the rusty support of the swing.

'Ive had enough, gotta find my way home eventually ya know..'

Loca, on the other hand couldnt care less if she wakes up in a puddle of vomit again. Cracked little thing that she is.

'You live around here chica? I dont think ive seen you around before.'

*The newspaper hat slips off Daisy's head as he picks up speed, with a Woah, he slows himself down till he is at an almost stand-still.* Yah sorda...*he answers Rosa then stops fully and bows forward, all wobbly.* I'm lookin' fer a new place to move inta, 'sually.

*Daisy chuckles at Loca* Tastes good for something I found in the trash, huh? *he lightly teases then diverts his attention back to Rosa.*

Loca makes a face but doesnt seem too deterred. I grin up at Daisy.

'Hey hows that for fate.'  

I dont usually recruit for Kim, maybe im feeling charitable tonight. Or i just want something to bite when i go home to visit Misty im sure Skeezy didnt gnaw on first...

'We are headed back to the perfect place right now. You wanna come hang with us and check it out?'

Loca makes some grunt of agreement to my offer, swaying as she hoists the bottle back up to Daisy.

*Daisy slips off the swing and moves to Loca, not speaking until he's had a good gulp of Rum trickling down his throat.* Could do...*he looks right at Rosa* What's the catch?

I just shrug at Daisy and slide my way off the swings support pole.

'I didnt say there was a catch. You shared rum and i know a place you can crash. If youd rather swing your night away in the rape capitol of Sanfield then just say you aint interested.'

Its hard to tell if im being playful or bitchy sometimes. Loca looks up and in her slurred voice adds.

'yeah, fuuuuck this placcce...'

*He shrugs single-shouldredly* I aint scared...but I am cold, friggen fall weather. *He cradles the Rum* So let's go then.

*He raises a brow at Loca and then chuckles* Didn't the Rum turn you into a frog yet? *teases then steps closer to the two.* I'm ready to blow this dump.

Reina watches them leave, lingering long after to make sure they are gone before wandering off through the park.

Loca drunkenly ribbits at Daisy as i hoist her to her feet. Ill lead Daisy through the rest of the park, we are just a few blocks from the crumbling, unmarked tenement i call home.

The Stable is near impossible to pick out from any other building in the area but Daisy should be able to tell its not exactly your typical slum apartment building when i have to give a password through the heavy door.

'Im here for the mini-donkey show, and i brought bacon.'

*Daisy makes a face at Loca behind Rosa's back then chuckles and takes a swig of Rum before handing it to her...she's already plastered a little more won't hurt!

He looks up at the crumbly building and shrugs single-shouldredly, the Hotel wasn't much better.* And a frog *he adds as Rosa recites the odd password.*