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I take the last steps down the stairs and enter the living room. Sitting down on my favorite poofy chair, I pick up my phone, only to see Alice had sent the pictures from New Year's Eve to me. "Thanks," I mutter and set the phone back down. I hear a crash, coming from the top of the stairs. "Oh what is it this time?" I say under my breath. Before I can go investigate, Alice comes wobbling down the stairs, looking very much drunk.
"Wheeeee," she says groggily. I sigh. Just what I need today, a drunk Alice.
"Alrighty," I say as I stand up and walk over to her, "let's get you resting so you can sober up an- let go of me."
As I tried to pick her up, she grabbed onto my leg, and now she won't let go. I let out an exasperated sigh. Alice starts to mutter things I can't make out, then she lets go of me and wobbly stands up again. She tries to steady herself using a counter, for we are near the kitchen, and she walks over to the sink (much to my amusement). But what came next REALLY was unpleasant.
Leaning over, she barfed into the sink.
Joy.
Lucky me.
I sigh (again) and was about to turn away, but she stopped barfing and now is starting to walk towards me. "Alice-" I start, but she starts "weeeeing" again. Rolling my eyes, I catch her as she starts to fall over.
"Why do you DO this to me?" I wonder out loud as I drag Alice over to the couch. Gently (kinda), I lay her down on it. I look around, growling under my breath, and stand up straight. Sometimes I really hate being the co-owner of this mansion/team. I leave Alice lying there (she fell asleep, don't worry) and walk over to the door of the mansion. Gripping the handle, I turn it and open the door, letting some fresh air into the mansion. I stick my head out and look around, making sure nobody is planning any sneak-attacks on us. Seeing, and hearing, nothing, I poke my head back inside and close the door. I turn around, only to see Alice awake and dancing around in the living room.
Screw this.
I grab a water bottle (it's one of the hard plastic with metal kinds) and walk over to her. She looks right at me, smiling and looking insanely drunk. I smile at her for a brief moment before smacking her over the head with the water bottle. She looks dazed for a second, but then she falls over, landing on the couch.
(You're probably like "you can't knock someone out with a water bottle!" Well, you don't know me. In the moment I was looking at her, I transferred energy into the water bottle, making it so the impact was greater than if I left it normal.)
I position her comfortably on the couch (with much effort) and stand up (again). This time, deciding not to have her leave my sight, I sit down on the poofy chair. I let out a HUUUGEE sigh and just sit there, staring at the ceiling.
I lose focus of my surroundings, not noticing Lite walk past and out the door, going back to her apartment to grab some things. I also don't notice Thomas teleport onto the other couch (HOW MANY COUCHES DO WE HAVE, ahem, anyway) and just sit there.
I'm sooooooo out of this world now. My thoughts go everywhere, from my dad, to Thomas, to the mansion, then back to Thomas, then to a blade of grass (don't ask, it may be Snapdragon, idk though), then my vision goes black.
Obviously I must have fallen asleep, because soon I felt something grab my shoulder and start to shake me. I open my eyes, a little blurry at first, but I see Thomas standing over me.
Yawning, I ask, "Did I fall asleep?"
Thomas chuckles, "Yeah, you did."
I look over to find Alice sitting up, holding her head. "Owwwwww," she complains, "I feel like I got ran over by a dump truck."
I sit up and laugh. "Sorry, you were a little whoopsy so I hit you over the head with a water bottle so you could sober up."
She glares at me.
"Don't EVER get drunk again, you hear me?" I say to her.
She mutters, but I hear her. "Whatever you say, mom."
I chuckle to myself and lean my head back.
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Soooooooooo yeah. Pretty loooooooong chapter. ANNNYYYWAAAYYY. I think I like how this story is going. :)
**To the roleplayers, my story may or may not follow our roleplay. At sometimes it will, at other times it won't. I also may not add all the characters we have. Just trust me with this one.**
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The Protectors (As Told By Atlas Rand)
Fanfic[Transmission of Atlas Rand's voiceover is being cut off, please stand by until further notice] Children of superheroes, that's all you need to know. Oh, and they formed a group and they live in a mansion. Story told in the perspective of Atlas Rand...
