Drunk and Disord-GET OFF ME.

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ACTUALLY, I CARE A LOT JUST NOT ABOUT THE THINGS YOU DO tagged Bellamy Blake

Honestly; the ground was not the place for Bambi. Bambi belonged on the ark, where she and Joseph would raise a little rugrat and live happily ever after. She’d teach her daughter to sew and she’d be set for life... but instead, her dreams crash landed into a hostile and unforgiving place where everyone was tense and the locals were less than friendly. So Bambi adapted. She became focused. She made Arkadia pretty with her signs and curtains. She worked her ass off to keep everybody from wearing rags and she even tried her best to get along with people... but she couldn’t. Whatever shred of depth she had died with the only man she had ever loved which left her alone in this world of war and stress... It finally got to her. She croaked. So now she was in the dining hall, drinking her weight in moonshine and dancing along to some old tape.

“Hey!” she yelled as some bugger turned off her song. She stormed towards them and stumbled—her legs tripping over themselves as she spilt moonshine from her glass of... uh... water. “What gives huh!? Who died and made you king of the damn tracks? I sure as hell didn’t!” She shoved him—literally shoved him away before snapping the tape back in so the music could keep playing. People started to mumble and whisper about the scene she was causing... honestly it just pissed her off more. “Seriously!? Why don’t any of you appreciate this shit anymore! Good music is good music! It’s like nobody gives a damn about keeping this place positive! What!? Grounders take all your fun away?” As though her yelling were an actual force, she stumbled back against the table holding the silly tape player. The table screeched as it moved across the metal floor and her glass hit the floor faster than she did.

“Well shit,” she muttered angrily—sitting in a puddle of moonshine. Nobody really moved to help her, since it was pretty obvious she was hammered. This wasn’t an everyday thing for her.. there was just nothing to do. No work to be done, nobody to talk to... For once she had to feel that void again... so instead she filled it with booze and music.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Bambi Prim Hills

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was not a heavy drinker. He rarely did so. On the Ark, it was because of Octavia. He couldn't risk compromising his state of mind and allowing a slip of the tongue regarding Octavia's existance. He always had to be alert; he always had to have his guard raised. The same logic applied for when he came down here. He didn't drink, because there was always the threat of Grounders. Even on Unity Day when everyone partook in the festivities, Bellamy was perfectly content with keeping watch. With allowing the kids to have fun and live it up in their last party on Earth before the Exodus ship would come down. So no. Bellamy did not drink heavily. Today, tonight however . . . he had. Against his better instincts. It was a particularly bad night tonight. He couldn't sleep, despite the exhaustion his body felt. His mind was too alert; too aware of what he had done.

He imagined it was nights like this that he and Clarke would have gotten through together. But such was not the case. She left him to deal with it on his own. That bitter resentment and hurt further fueled his need to forget. His need to numb the pain; his aching soul. Today, marked the one month anniversary of Mount Weather. The Massacre that he had created. The murder of innocent children. So that, was what prompted him to come to the Hanger and just try to drink it away. He hadn't felt anything in the first few shots . . . but apparently, the drinks were stronger than he had anticipated. Because he had stopped feeling. Stopped caring. Was that even possible? No. Probably not. Wishful thinking. He didn't come with any company. He didn't want anyone to see him in his state of pity. The sympathy. The condolences. He didn't want any of it. Just wanted to drink. Drink it all away. Just for tonight.

A crash was what prompted him to turn his head, a spilled drink on the ground from the woman who was making a scene. The woman that Bellamy had been ignoring . . . up until now. He turned to face her, not even fully realizing that he had taken a few steps toward the blond haired woman. He looked down at the drink and then looked at her. "Damn waste of a drink," he told her. As if that was the most important thing . . . which is wasn't. "And a cup." Waste of a cup, cause it broke. "If I get you another, try not to break it." He stated, not even sure why he was offering. With that, he reached out and forcefully grabbed the tape player from her hand. "And cut that shit out," he further stated, tossing the tape player to the side so that no one would be fighting about the music.

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ACTUALLY, I CARE A LOT JUST NOT ABOUT THE THINGS YOU DO tagged Bellamy Blake

When dark tan and beautiful Bellamy came to the rescue, Bambi should have been able to pull herself up. Instead, she groaned, fell back onto the floor and laid there on her back against the cold metal floor-- which evidently felt amazing. That was until the punk ass pretty boy tossed the tape player aside. "What the FUCK!" she exclaimed-- shooting back up so fast it messed her up. She pulled herself up using the table for support and gave him a weak and disoriented shove. "I was LISTENING to that you asshole!" She pouted-- literally shoving her bottom lip out from under her top while she frowned with frustration and tried to drunkenly put the thing back together correctly. "You broke it!" it was easily fixed and any sober person would be able to see where the opening clicked back into place but after about three seconds of trying, she rage quit and tossed it aside once again. 

The fact that the tape player was busted damn well made her want to cry, which was stupid. Fine. She sniffled before angrily rubbing her face clean of any non-existant tears. "You're such an asshole... honestly what the hell is your problem." she sat back down on the floor-- still partially sitting in the mess. She was going to fix the machine, but then she got distracted. "Wait... where did you put my glass?"

Honestly now she was just sad. "You killed my buzz. Asshole." With her back against the leg of the table she crossed her arms and frowned at her feet. "You may be cute but you're a jerk face." Well hell, even in her drunken state she knew that was a pretty stupid thing to say. The music had been loud and clouded her thoughts but he broke it. Then she broke it more... Either way, it had been the only thing really distracting her. "Can you please fix it? Unless you can sing." her tone was bitter, but the image made her laugh... and laugh... uncontrollable giggles escaped as she tried to imagine Bellamy sitting on the table and singing for everybody. It was an amazing mental image.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Bambi Prim Hills

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy just stared at her, unphased by each insult and derogatory term she threw his way. He had been called such things before. Worse even. But he deserved it. He knew he always deserved it. But right now, even he knew that she was completely drunk, which was also most probably why she was sitting in the pool of her fallen drink. And the shattered glass. He didn't respond to her insults. He just let her get them out, having no clear comeback anyway. What was he going to do, call her an asshole back? No. He just stared at her, stoic as usual but that threatened to break in his own drunken state. "You're making a damn fool out of yourself," he bluntly stated, uncaring if it 'hurt her feelings'.

Just as little as he cared about breaking the tape player and her evidently being upset about it. He knew what he was doing when he had thrown it. "Yeah, well you're killing my buzz. And everyone else's here." Which, well, wasn't entirely true. He couldn't speak for the entire population. She called him cute, and a jerkface at the same time. "Yeah well all you are is a hot mess." She was hot. There was no denying that, but leave it to Bellamy Blake to turn that into an insult. It wasn't until she asked him to fix it, and then suggested singing . . . which resulted in a fit of laughter that his stoic expression faded and he glared at her. "Shut up." He wasn't going to sing.

"Get the hell up," he suddenly said, unable to remain idle when she asked about her glass. He grabbed her arm and yanked her up to her feet so that she could stand . . . or somewhat stand. He realized he hadn't let go of his grip on her arm yet. Perhaps to ensure she remained stable. Or . . . for whatever other nonsensical reason he had. But he should probably let it go, so he did, forcefully dropping it from his grip. "Why don't you sing," he said, not entirely meaning the words. "Better yet, why don't you sing where no one can hear you." He was just taking jabs. Usually he had no interest or desire to stand here and insult someone. But . . . right now, he wasn't in his right mind. And all he could think about was having another drink to help numb whatever coherence was left in his brain.

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ACTUALLY, I CARE A LOT JUST NOT ABOUT THE THINGS YOU DO tagged Bellamy Blake

ooc: you said karaoke sweet carolineeee BAH BAH BAH!

Maybe he was trying to help, and maybe he was being a dick. Either way, when he pulled her up roughly by her arm she felt like a friggen rag doll. She winced and looked up at him with a frown as he held her arm for a moment too long, but when he seemed to realize it he let her go with just as much force. "Ow," she muttered as she rubbed her arm some. She leaned against the table, oblivious to the attention their spat was attracting. "Go float yourself Bellamy," she spat angrily before rolling her eyes. He was just as drunk as she was and he was trying to throw rocks. Hot mess-- right, well he knew his mark she'd give him that. She was a hot mess. Scrambled up and shaken. She blamed the gravity for how heavy everything had gotten, but the booze helped lift her spirits and she'd be damned if he'd take that away. 

Him telling her to sing where 'nobody could hear her' pissed her off. So to annoy him, but also for her own sake, she spun around and threw her arms up in the air. "Where it began, I can't begin to knowin, but then I know it's growing strong'" she crowed it loud, hardly singing the song but rather trying to be obnoxious as possible to make mcsexy pants go away and quit cramping her style.

"Was in the spring and spring became the summer; who'd have believed you'd come alonggg" She smiled at him now and grabbed his hand before lifting his arm and spinning underneath him. "Hands, touchin' handss. Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' youuuu--- come on Blake don't make me sing the chorus alone you know this song come on!" it had become less about being a bitch and more about having fun. It sorta was fun... even though they were probably disturbing people. 

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Bambi Prim Hills

Notes: I love hate you! Ever since I read your post, I've had Sweet Caroline stuck in my head!!

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He rolled his eyes at her when she told him to float himself. "Go ground yourself," he grumbled back bitterly. Literally, they were on the ground. But he also knew somewhere in the back of his mind, it was immature to retort. Unfortunately, it was that same area of his brain that was completely numbed by his intoxicated mind. He was drunk. And he had no idea what it was going to mean for himself. So when she started singing, all he could do was stare at her, like the other people were staring.

He looked completely unamused. Unimpressed. Though really, she actually had a pretty damn good voice. It was getting increasingly difficult for him to glare at her. But no! He was supposed to be brooding. It got even harder when one of the Arkers -- Macallan if Bellamy remembered correctly -- hurried to the piano and started striking the keys to add music to the song familiar to some of them. Hell, it was familiar to Bellamy. His hand moved limply as she used it to spin her around in a circle. He was not going to sing. He just eyed her, throwing an internal tantrum at this entire thing. When they got to the chorus however, the piano player made up for what Bellamy was currently lacking.

"Sweet Caroline! Good times, never seemed so good!" And then it got impossible not to smile. The glare started to fade and replaced, was a smile of amusement as he rolled his eyes again, this time, in a more playful manner. "I'd be inclined . . . " And as Macallan finished off, Bellamy found himself actually joining in to the rest of the part. Albeit, it wasn't loud, but loud enough so that she, at the very least could hear him. "To believe they never would, but now I . . . " Damn her for making him smiled and actually enjoy himself.