Doesn’t really get drunk, so you best believe this bitch is a lightweight. He takes like 3 shots in an hour and it’s all downhill from there. He’s pretty quiet when he’s drunk, and both @noneofurbusinez and i agree that he acts like Sobel but worse. Was once convinced by Luz that he couldn’t hear, and began shouting out orders.
- [ LEWIS NIXON ]
He’s literally an alcoholic, so it’s very hard to get him drunk at this point. He’s an absolute man-child when he’s drunk. All he does is whine and try to snuggle with you. Dick is his designated driver, hence why Dick usually doesn’t get drunk it’s because he’s a Quaker. When he gets drunk, he’s the blackout type of drunk. Don’t even bother mentioning what he did to him the night before, all he cares about is nursing his hangover.
- [ RONALD SPEIRS]
LITERAL INFANT. However, can definitely hold his liquor, so it’s takes a while to get him tipsy. He becomes so much more extroverted and fun when he’s drunk, so Luz tries to get him drunk at every single opportunity he has. Generally pretty sentimental, always hanging on to Lip and pressing sloppy pecks to his forehead when he’s drunk.
- [ CARWOOD LIPTON]
Sometimes Momma needs a little drink to wind down. Lip is pretty much the same when drunk, except he will swear at you in his Christian household.
- [ HARRY WELSH]
Blackout, messy bitch drunk. Enough said.
- [ GEORGE LUZ]
Literally the same except even more goofy??? SUPER CLINGY. Will not let go of Toye. Toye is his bodyguard when George gets drunk. Only person allowed to call Joe “Joey” when drunk. KING OF BODY SHOTS. Has to be carried home bridal style by Joe. Clumsy bitch.
- [ JOE TOYE]
Doesn’t usually get drunk, is generally more preoccupied with making sure George doesn’t slip and die. Loosens up a lot more when drunk, and shows wayyyyy more PDA than normal. You can tell if he’s drunk by what he calls Luz. If he calls him Georgie, he’s not gonna remember tomorrow. Probably does something stupid with Gonnorhea that gets him kicked out of the bar, like breaking a pool table by jumping on it. Is the person George is doing body shots off of.
- [ BILL GUARNERE]
Dumbass drunk. Snores like a freight train after passing out. Is the person that gets penises drawn all over his face when he falls asleep. Can be an angry drunk if you piss him off. Usually gets in bar fights. Has probably peed himself before. Has eaten spaghetti in a plastic bag and cried while drunk before.
- [ JOE LIEBGOTT]
Bipolar drunk. The Jekyll and Hyde of the drunks, if you will. Is either clinging to Web and spilling all of his emotions out while crying, or is getting into a bar fight. There’s no in between. Thinks everyone is hitting on Web, which just makes him more mad. Is actually pretty ok at holding his liquor, depending on the day. Will remember everything that happened the next day and just pretend like he never got drunk in the first place. Gets one of his taxi friends to drive him and Web home.
- [ DAVID WEBSTER]
Pretty & flirty drunk. 2nd king of dancing but can only grind. CANNOT THROW IT BACK. Flirts with anything that breathes, also has a bunch of new contacts by the end of the night. Clings onto Joe’s arms, definitely wants to snuggle. Has done a full face of makeup while drunk. It actually looked good, so i’m bitter. Is the reason why Joe gets into so many fights.
- [ BUCK COMPTON]
Fun drunk. Still plays darts but with infinitely worse aim. Has probably almost killed someone with that shitty aim. Most likely to make a bet with some random man at the bar and lose all of his money in one night. Generally the dumbest when drunk.
- [ EUGENE ROE]
Loosens up even more than Speirs when drunk. Always somehow has like 20 new contacts when he wakes up in the morning??? Everyone loves him. Is known to throw it back on the dance floor. Can grind. King of drunk dancing and doing it w e l l.
- [ BABE HEFFRON]
Sad, dumb drunk. Is sad that everyone likes Gene because he wants his attention all to himself. Cries over how pretty Gene is. Won’t shut the fuck up about Gene. Tries to play darts with Buck to get over his sadness. Actually ends up having better aim when drunk. Most likely to wake up with more money in his wallet than he originally brought. Is easily influenced by Bill, so he’s probably gotten into several bar fights.
- [ SKIP MUCK]
FUN DRUNK TIMES 10. Never stops drinking. Thinks everything is funny. Has peed himself laughing. Bffs with Luz when drunk so goodbye Penkala. Does any dare you give him, regardless of drunk or sober, but it’s more funny to have him do them when he’s drunk. Stumbles every three seconds.
- [ DONALD MALARKEY]
Depressed bitch drunk. Actually thinks about his life choices and regrets everything. Has tried to change his college major several times to Minecraft while drunk. Was stopped by Penkala and Winters. Cries on Winters’ shoulder while drunk. Regrets everything in the morning. Has penises on his face in sharpie in the morning.
- [ ALEX PENKALA]
Same as skip but more reasonable and actually takes care of Don. Is bitter that Luz replaced him.
- [ FRANK PERCONTE]
Dumb bitch drunk. Tries to fight anything that moves, no matter how tall the opponent is. Was convinced that all his teeth fell out by George once. Has yet to recover. Tries to fight Johnny, lost within the first punch because he got knocked out.
- [ JOHNNY MARTIN]
Takes so much liquor to get him drunk. Periodically takes shots whenever someone does something stupid or he gets annoyed. Facepalms the entire time Bull is doing anything. Generally super chill when drunk.
- [ BULL RANDLEMAN]
Fun drunk. Accent gets infinitely thicker when he’s drunk, so barely anyone understands what he’s saying. Rode a bull while drunk once, it was the best thing anyone’s ever seen. Acts like a cowboy for fun and to piss of Johnny.
I met you in December, when the cold gets bitter, the sky turns murky, the flowers lay bare.
In this city’s winter where you don’t feel cold, armed by the chill of where you come from. You tell me, back at home, you wake up to your green hills covered in the shein of pearly snow. I shiver at the thought, burying my hands in the depths of my pockets. You link your arm with mine, our pointy elbows keeping me cosy to my roots.
We talk about the weather without the conversation feeling barren. It’s chilly, it’s important. We have an excuse to walk closer among the bustling crowds, our hands almost always brushing each other’s, seeking warmth I haven’t yet found in my life.
In this grey cold we wear pink, purple, and orange hoodies, bright from the head to toe. That must be the reason why my vision tunnels when I look at you, the damp surroundings falling away till it’s just you and your brightness. You’re always in my periphery, bobbing around like a colourful minion. And if you carefully adjust my hoodie on my head, it’s because the wind has been hitting my face for a while, not because you want every wholesome excuse to get closer to me. If I lean my head on your shoulder sitting in an auto, yes it’s because I’m cold, not because I like the way it feels. The day feels short because the sunlight hides face at mere 5:30 in the evening, not because we don’t want to go home even after six long hours of dance practice. If I scoot an inch closer to you sitting on a bench, it’s because that’s where the sunlight is filtering through the trees, not because you feel like sunshine more than actual sunshine.
I’ve always liked winters. Winter with it’s erratic rain, and blue fingers, but this winter isn’t bitter, it’s the sweetest time of my life. This time around when I can just hold someone’s hand when my hand is starting to freeze. When I can hug someone before we part ways, gathering the warmth from his sweater and taking it with me in the metro. When I can hit him playfully after a dumb joke and he won’t feel a thing other than the touch of my fists through the layers of his clothing. When we can pretend to be sipping on our scalding tea because we don’t want to go home yet. When we can make plans to meet up and it not being weird because it’s Christmas, and a day after Christmas, and then it’s going to be New year’s eve, and the the New Year’s day. What can we say, it’s the holiday season. We can walk arm in arm in the crowded tourist places, no, not because I’ve taken a fondness for you and your lameass jokes. Not because you look at me like you’ve known me all your life. Not because we feel this certain sense of psynergy between us. No, none of these make sense. It’s simply because it gets a little cold around here, these days.
I let my silence outgrow the noise. I wear my best smile, mystic but surreal. Every word I utter is the sentence I swallowed back. I feel like the fog on a winter night. I am untouchable. I only exist in theory.
Get outside. Watch the sunrise. Watch the sunset. How does that make you feel? Does it make you feel big or tiny? Because there’s something good about feeling both.
I spent this past weekend at @campfangamer! Here are some more speed drawings I did during the @supersoulbros concerts. These took an average of 5 minutes each, depending on the length of the song.
