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riverview2018-09-19 12:25 am
madeupnames) wrote in riverview2018-09-19 12:25 am
video. un: p.parker | don't drink and vlog, people
WOOOOOO—
[THUMP, CLATTER, A CURSE WORD THAT STARTS WITH 'MOTHER' THAT COMES FROM A POLITE LITTLE VOICE.]
Wheeew — Helloooo Riverview!
[There's a shuffling of feet as the familiar voice carries further away, like he's walking away from the feed. Someone calls distantly: 'Enjoy your glory years, kid!']
Thank you, sir! Where's the tram...? Which street again — Oh! I dropped my — [Dropped his phone. Oops. Right! He picks it up, squinting into the feed; Peter looks — well, drunk. He's very drunk. He whispers a little lower:] Hey, sorry, oops — sorry, it's late and I'm kinda noisy. I'll shut up. Shhhh.
[He staggers sideways in his attempt to sneak quietly, so there's that.]
Guys, I was, like, so worried about drinking? But I feel great! Mr. Wilson, thanks for helping me loosen up a little; I dunno why I was even nervous. I even did the karaoke thing on my own. Like, the thing on my bucket list? Man... It was so fun... I don't think I had that much fun in... I don't even know when. Heh. I love you guys. [He whispers in a giggle to himself, looking around and ignoring the feed for a moment:] I have noooo idea where I'm at... Oh, wait! that's Centerfield Lane, I'm doing great...!
But where's the tram again? Shit. Iiii mean 'crap'. Crap is what I meant.
Uuuuh. Hold on. [The feed blacks out again, and there's the telltale sounds of someone clearly climbing up a fire escape toward someone's roof. He's very coordinated for a drunk teenager.] There we go! I seeeee it now. Cool, awesome. Cool.
[He looks at the feed again, the background higher up.]
So I was thinking! I've been spending soooo much time moping about stuff I can't, uuuuh. Do anything about, so I was figuring... why not relax a little? I got this To Do List thing I wanna get done, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to help with it? It'll be fun!
I got stuff like — [He counts off on his fingers.] learning how to kniiit, surfiiing, learning origaaami... Holding a really big snake? When I was a kid I always wanted to face my fears and hold a snake, and I almost got a chance to, but then I remembered how scary snakes are and chickened out...!
[He waves at someone down below, sounding so happy.]
Heeeey! You wanna hug?! I have 'give a stranger a hug' on my to do list!
['Dude, what are you doing on a roof at eleven at night?!' the teenaged kid calls back.]
I'm drunk!
['I guess I can hug you?!' Peter fist pumps.]
Awesome!
[The kid down below yells back from cupped hands: 'Hey—! You're gonna break your neck up there! Get down!']
It's cool, I've got really good balance!
[He gives the guy a thumbs up. This is all still recording. Save him.]
[THUMP, CLATTER, A CURSE WORD THAT STARTS WITH 'MOTHER' THAT COMES FROM A POLITE LITTLE VOICE.]
Wheeew — Helloooo Riverview!
[There's a shuffling of feet as the familiar voice carries further away, like he's walking away from the feed. Someone calls distantly: 'Enjoy your glory years, kid!']
Thank you, sir! Where's the tram...? Which street again — Oh! I dropped my — [Dropped his phone. Oops. Right! He picks it up, squinting into the feed; Peter looks — well, drunk. He's very drunk. He whispers a little lower:] Hey, sorry, oops — sorry, it's late and I'm kinda noisy. I'll shut up. Shhhh.
[He staggers sideways in his attempt to sneak quietly, so there's that.]
Guys, I was, like, so worried about drinking? But I feel great! Mr. Wilson, thanks for helping me loosen up a little; I dunno why I was even nervous. I even did the karaoke thing on my own. Like, the thing on my bucket list? Man... It was so fun... I don't think I had that much fun in... I don't even know when. Heh. I love you guys. [He whispers in a giggle to himself, looking around and ignoring the feed for a moment:] I have noooo idea where I'm at... Oh, wait! that's Centerfield Lane, I'm doing great...!
But where's the tram again? Shit. Iiii mean 'crap'. Crap is what I meant.
Uuuuh. Hold on. [The feed blacks out again, and there's the telltale sounds of someone clearly climbing up a fire escape toward someone's roof. He's very coordinated for a drunk teenager.] There we go! I seeeee it now. Cool, awesome. Cool.
[He looks at the feed again, the background higher up.]
So I was thinking! I've been spending soooo much time moping about stuff I can't, uuuuh. Do anything about, so I was figuring... why not relax a little? I got this To Do List thing I wanna get done, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to help with it? It'll be fun!
I got stuff like — [He counts off on his fingers.] learning how to kniiit, surfiiing, learning origaaami... Holding a really big snake? When I was a kid I always wanted to face my fears and hold a snake, and I almost got a chance to, but then I remembered how scary snakes are and chickened out...!
[He waves at someone down below, sounding so happy.]
Heeeey! You wanna hug?! I have 'give a stranger a hug' on my to do list!
['Dude, what are you doing on a roof at eleven at night?!' the teenaged kid calls back.]
I'm drunk!
['I guess I can hug you?!' Peter fist pumps.]
Awesome!
[The kid down below yells back from cupped hands: 'Hey—! You're gonna break your neck up there! Get down!']
It's cool, I've got really good balance!
[He gives the guy a thumbs up. This is all still recording. Save him.]
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[He's totally sending Peter a larger than necessary delivery 'tip', he can't help himself.]
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sends the account number
and immediately and dramatically throws his hands up when the money comes through.]
Oh, c'mon! You said.
[PARKER PRIDE, WE DON'T TAKE ALL THIS MONEY, GOSHDARNIT.]
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[A low chuckle. He really is the worst.]
Now be a good boy and bring me my dinner. Please and thank you.
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[He knows when he's been beat. Though he's sorely tempted to transfer it back and see how long he can go, sending it back and forth before someone gives. Even he knows he's not remotely coordinated enough not to screw up his card right now, though.]
Whatcha' want?