[SB] Whiskey Crime

[Beau LaRoux]

So Beau might have had a little too much to drink. The deck kept doing this spinning and lurching thing that he was pretty sure was a bit beyond what was strictly natural, though he couldn't tell for certain, mostly because he kept spinning and lurching. And he eventually might have lost the contents of his stomach at some point. At least, Beau really hoped that was vomit. It looked more or less vomit-esque. He wrinkled his nose as he looked at it, then tried to push himself upright again.

He managed a few more steps before realizing that he was probably drunk. Which meant that he should probably call someone before he threw up again. Though throwing up did sound like a good idea, so Beau was going to stop and do that first. Okay, that done, time to call. Probably should call Liz. And Liz was in his phone too, under a few different names even. So Beau eventually poked around and was totally certain that he hit the right number. It looked right.

"Hello?" he rasped into his phone while it was still ringing. "Hello," he held the phone out for a moment, squinting. That was Liz's picture, right? She was totally a brunette, right? That felt right. "Hellooooo," Beau said into the phone again. He thought he heard someone this time. "Howdy there. I'm a bit tipsy an' I reckon I could use some help gettin' to a bed," he paused again, then held out his phone, "an' I don't think this is Liz, less you stole her phone. I'm on the port deck an'--- hold on," and lo, there was more vomit.

The poor person on the other end? Erika Conner (Bellefonte) .

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika had actually behaved most of her time during the trip. Which was an oddity these days. Sure, she'd had her fair share of drinks and parties, but at least she had learned to drink with modesty. She would even consider herself as nothing more than tipsy when her phone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket the brunette squinted at the screen. The familiar name caused the brunette's eyebrow to arch. Hitting the button, she pulled the phone to her ear and her brows arched further.

"Beau?" she asked, looking around. He didn't sound like his usual self-- wait, was he drunk? "Bit tipsy, eh?" she asked, the familiar smirk splaying over her lips. "No, you're right in your assu--" The sounds that followed caused the brunette to pull the phone away from her ear, her face scrunching up in distaste. Oh boy. This didn't sound at all good.

Sighing, Erika turned around and started gazing over the crowds as her phone came back to her ear once more. "Where are you?" she asked, her eyes resting on the crowd before it moved along. She couldn't see him anywhere, but the ship wasn't that big. He had to be around here somewhere, and from the sounds of it, she couldn't very well leave him hanging.

[Beau LaRoux]

Yes, that voice definitely did not sound like Liz's. It did sound sort of familiar, and Beau had that sort of bell-ringing, head-tingling feeling he usually got whenever he heard something familiar that he couldn't quite identify. Usually it didn't last long, or he'd sing his way through it or something, but it didn't usually happen around females. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure how much he'd actually had to drink, and drinking did have this tendency to diminish mental faculties.

"Jus' a bit tipsy," Beau agreed, nodding as though whoever was on the other end could hear. He moved forward again, peering. "Well, uh, still the port... port side of the ship. That's the left an' all," Beau blinked and turned to look. "I think I see..." he squinted. "I wanna say that's a pirate, but he might jus' be a gay guy. I could ask if you want?"

Beau was already leaning forward and peering. To be honest, he wasn't sure if it was someone who worked on the boat, someone dressed as a pirate for reasons, a flamboyant homosexual male, a decoration, or an optical illusion. "I might be seein' things..." he admitted, waving his hand forward. "So I'm thinkin' that I probly shouldn't have had that Spanish hooch..."

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika's eyes narrowed as Beau started describing the area he was at. The left side? Erika turned around; she wasn't too far from it, actually. Well, if you didn't consider the fact that she had to round the corner anyways. Aaaand then there was something about a pirate, which brought the brunette to a halt. "What?" she asked, her brows furrowing. "No! Err, I mean, that's rude, Beau--" Wait. Since when did Beau-- no, she wasn't even going to get into that right now. "Don't ask him if he's gay." There was a hint of an amused smile on her lips though, because Beau was the person she'd always looked at as the best of them all. The guy that didn't act out and get drunk out of his mind.

Could anyone really blame her for savoring in this moment?

Erika continued walking, the phone still pressed to her ear as she rounded the corner. It wouldn't take her more than a few minutes to reach her destination, as long as Beau was where he claimed to be, of course. "Yeah, you think?" It had the brunette shaking her head, mostly to attempt to stifle the laughter that threatened to build up.

"Okay," she said as she stopped again, looking around. "I'm at the left si-- err, the port side of the ship. I don't see you." She pursed her lips as she turned once more, peering over the crowd, which wasn't all that easy, considering the only thing she had to go on was Beau's blonde head - considering she didn't know what he was wearing and all - and he was hardly the only blonde on this ship.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Right, sorry. Don't know the rules 'bout the whole homo thing," Beau admitted. He curled his nose. "So I should probly jus' wait an' see if he starts flirtin' with me or somethin', right?"

Beau smiled a bit at that, trying not to feel like the thought didn't make him both uncomfortable and kind of proud. Gay guys hit on him all the time, especially if he accidentally ended up playing a show at a gay bar. he'd only done that a few times, mostly because it had probably been the most uncomfortable, awkward thing that he'd ever experienced. Still, he had experienced it, did know about it.

Anyway, Beau shuffled, trying to figure out where he should be waiting for Erika. The whole moving thing wasn't going too great, what with his being pretty well wasted. So he eventually gave up and just sort of moved to the edge of the boat. About that time Erika admitted to being there, which had Beau pulling away and peering around.

"I don't see you neither," he admitted. He took a few steps then had an idea. "Wait a tic," he found the nearest table and started climbing on it. "pardon me, jus', careful there," he mumbled to the people. He soon stood on the table, wobbling slightly. He raised the hand up and waved over his head. "Right, so I'm standin' on the table an' wavin', so you should see me pretty quicklike."

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

"Well..." Erika began, laughing somewhat. "I'm not sure that's going to solve your problem, Beau. And I don't exactly think that would make your night a whole lot better." She didn't know all the specifics, but from what Liz had told her, she knew enough to assume that Beau, being a Christian and all, wouldn't be overly comfortable with something like that. Sometimes, she even wondered what he'd say if Liz ever told him about Erika and her - if she hadn't already.

Enough about that though. The brunette listened to the other end of the phone. Heard some moving about and then when Beau talked again, the brunette started looking around once more. And just like he'd said, she spotted him almost immediately. "I see you," she said as she started moving towards him, pushing her way through the crowd. "I'm on my way." And then she hung up.

As Erika reached the table, she offered the blonde a wide grin. "Holding your liquor alright there, cowboy?" She reached out her hand for him to hold - she didn't know how much he's had to drink or how steady his footing was. But she guessed that she could at least offer her hand. 

"How are you feeling?"

[Beau LaRoux]

{oh look, the whole Liz x Erika thing. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME OF THE PLOT WE DIDN'T GET TO. THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BURN OR ANYTHING}

Beau thought he saw a pretty brunette coming. His vision was usually pretty good, and, well, he actually usually had better luck holding his alcohol than this. There was a reason that pretty well everyone knew him to be the levelheaded guy, the one you called in when you were drunk.

Damn Mexican booze.

Then someone parted the crowd, and Beau let out a whoop as he realized it was, in fact, Erika. He grinned and gestured at her, actually losing his balance. He lunged, managing to balance himself by spreading his legs far enough. His hands were still held out, and he extended one to Erika.

"Heh, tingly," he said, thinking he was mumbling but most definitely saying it loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "But I reckon I'm doin' alright," he was already heading toward the edge. Though as he moved, he noticed that someone had what looked like a plate of nuts. "Oo, nuts," he said, reaching for them. AS he happened to have Erika's power, well, now there was a plate of nuts heading their direction, as in literally flying their direction now.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

(I'M SORRY BABY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO <33333333 COME BACK TO ME)

Thank heavens Erika was sober enough to react when Beau sort of, maybe, kind of lunged forward and lost his balance. She grabbed his outreached hand and tried her best to remain balanced herself - which was surprisingly hard, all things considered. She offered the boy a sheepish smile. She couldn't really remember the last time she'd seen him like this - if she ever had. It was amusing, actually.

Trying her best to stifle a chuckle, the brunette simply nodded. "Well, at least that's--" and before she even got a chance to finish, Beau was already on his way towards the edge of the ship and of course, the brunette saw no other solution than to follow suit. After all, she doubted Liz would be very happy if she'd let her sweetheart fall overboard. Aaaand his amazing attention span kicked in and before Erika could really do anything, a plate of flying nuts was headed their way.

This could hardly end well.

"Okay, Champ," Erika laughed, keeping an eye on the plate. Just in case. "I think we should get you to bed. We can find some snacks on the way- or raid Frank's room, or something," she offered. She looked around for a bit. A lot of people had stopped to stare, clearly amused by the somewhat loud Southerner. 

[Beau LaRoux]

Yeah, the world was spinning and Beau still couldn't quite figure out if it had to do with the ship or something else or what was going on there. He still managed to lurch forward on his own power more or less, and he could feel Erika nearby. There were people looking, and he just smiled and waved, recognizing a few.

In fact, he was waving when the peanuts flew at them. They sprayed, nuts hit Beau's head, and he sputtered as it sort of fell about. Sputtered and then turned to Erika. "Nah, I can just raid the snack bar or something. Or maybe hit Liz up," he leaned forward, raising a hand to whisper conspiratorially, "she's always got food," he insisted, nodding a few times. "But not Frank. Nooo," he shook his head, waving his hands in a gesture of rejection. "She's cool an' all, but I get close an' I get a killer case of the munchies. Last time I ended up bitin' my way through a table, an' I'm pretty drunk, so I don't think that would go well."

Though being drunk didn't stop him from keeping to lurch forward. Forward in the opposite direction of where his (and Liz's) bunks actually lay, but it was self-propelled movement.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Covering her head as the nuts started spraying over them, Erika's eyes furrowed; well, at least this wasn't at all how she expected her night to turn out. Erika's brown eyes moved to look at the boy then, and an almost amused smirk formed on her lips as she struggled to keep the laughter away. "Good to know," she smiled. "Though, I do understand the Frank bit." She wouldn't have had Frank's power either, so she couldn't blame someone else for not wanting the same. It was in moments like these that Erika was glad she wasn't a power mimic.

She'd grown quite comfortable with her telekinesis, and she had gotten a much better handle over it the past years. Sure, it was still acting out from her sub-consciousness, but at least now her sub-consciousness and consciousness were more in tune than what they had been before. "I suppose you're right. The last thing we need right now is someone eating a hole in the ship," she winked at the boy.

And then the boy started moving, which had Erika sighing. "We should probably get you to bed- and you're going the wrong way-- Beau!" Erika moved forward, placing a hand on Beau's shoulder as she attempted to steady him and turn him around. "I think that's enough fun for tonight. Come on."

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau nodded, though as he did, he realized that he couldn't quite remember exactly what he was nodding for. He just felt like nodding, especially as the motion made the boat's rocking more fun. He might have been swaying slightly as he kept walking away form Erika.

Right up until he felt the hand on him. He turned then, his arms going to grab Erika for support. Beau was about Erika's height, though considerably thicker and more muscular, so hopefully he wouldn't end up accidentally tackling her to the ship. It was a distinct possibility, however, as he fought to keep himself more or less balanced.

"Sorry, sorry," he mumbled, knowing his hands were already moving, finding mostly soft bits that he had to remind himself weren't attached to his fiance.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika frowned slightly and her smile grew slightly strained as she felt Beau's hands.. Wander, from a lack of a better word. Putting her hands against his wrists, she lifted his hands in the air and shook her head; alcohol was a feature that didn't at all suit the usually graceful boy. That much was certain.

Though, she could hardly blame him. Alcohol had turned many a great person around for the worse. She knew all too well how it all went down and how easy it was to lose control of ones motor functions. All she could really do, was making sure that he was brought home safely and try keeping him out of all and any trouble. "Alright; I think it's time to get you to bed."

With her hands still around his wrists, the brunette started pushing - or dragging, rather, Beau in the general direction of his cabin; the sooner she got him there, the better it was. She sincerely doubted that Liz would be very pleased if she'd let her man wander around in this state.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Sorry," Beau slurred again, blinking a few times. He actually removed his hands entirely, and instead felt his borrowed power sort of cling to himself to hold up. It felt weird, especially as he could literally feel something pushing him upright and keeping him balanced and all. He actually waved his hands slightly.

"Hey, I'm--" he said, turning to look. As he did, he saw that Erika was, in fact, actually doing the moving for him. Beau chuckled at that, nodding and trying to help with his legs and the borrowed power and all. "you ever tried movin' yourself with your power?" he asked, looking at his legs and pushing them with his mind, only not in the way that was actually walking, since that was technically what walking actually was.

Hey, at least they were moving forward. Progress, right?

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

She was glad that Beau didn't seem to protest overly much; it surely made her job of getting him safely to bed easier. And it also made the chances of getting Liz on her back, yelling and hissing a lot less likely. Liz was adorable and friendly, but boy, you didn't want to piss her off.

"I have, and it's quite tedious," she said, smiling. Walking yourself - or moving, in this case, was a lot easier when you didn't have to use your power. "I suppose that if I ever get paralyzed, I don't have to worry about not getting anywhere." Keeping her arms around Beau's shoulders, Erika kept them moving in the right direction; hopefully getting there would go smoothly without a whole lot of protesting.

As much as she understood being drunk and all, she didn't think she was patient enough to babysit a young adult. That was far from her lists of skills.

"How much have you had to drink, anyways?" Erika asked as she tossed Beau a glance, offering him a smile while she was at it. Beau hardly seemed the type to get this drunk... Well, she supposed it was never too late to learn something new.