Random for Summer

Once some time you don’t give a shit about, there was an author who was rather adequate, but thought he sucked.
Now, this author had a friend, and he had promised her a story. Now, this author thought this friend of his was awesome and beyond his league when actually he couldn’t sort the reality of the situation out any worse.
So this author sat down and prepared a story, when he realized that he needed to study for a gigantic test that was coming up in a few days. Panicking due to his time loss, he began his story and fast.

The story began around a girl named Ari, who was once a princess but gave that up for treasure hunting because her parents were snobby … yeah, snobby. So she began to travel with her friend, an old vampire Rui who… well, was… erm… vampirish? Really, I don’t know the story.
Anyway… where was I? Oh yes. Rui had joined a war as a ambulance driver, and since Ari’s the heroine of the story, we’ll assume she became a nurse. Hm, that’s not odd at all.
So anyway, the two of them were at a party with a bunch of rich people. Rui, of course, was wearing a silver jacket, a white undershirt, and a gold tie. He tried to remember why, but he had forgotten when he saw his reflection in a mirror – oh, wait, I think I got my facts mixed up…
So Rui was staring at this mirror, wondering why he couldn’t see his reflection. Despite having been alive thousands of unknown time periods, he was still perplexed at times. So he began to talk to Ari about the mirror.
“Why don’t I have a reflection?” He said to whatever kind of character Rui has.
“Vampire’s don’t have reflections,” Ari stated.
“But since I take up space, wouldn’t light reflect off me?” That seemed out of character. I don’t know how to write Rui, so I’ll assume he’s possessed or something.
Ari looked around a bit. “Someone’s laughing drunkenly.”
Rui shrugged.
Apparently some guy with owl-rimmed glasses was sprawled out on the floor, muttering drunken poems and hidden words of wisdom. I’m sure that’s out of character, but I need my memory jogged.
So did Rui. The bat Ari kept whacking him with, although it was meant for a piñata not present, didn’t seem to do it. So Rui took the blows until he fell to the ground in a drunken stupor. Oh wait… bats don’t induce sobriety, do they? Or was it the other way around… I fail to remember.
Anyway, Ari had just opened up another bottle of champagne, and the cork spit out and broke the mirror.
“Aw,” she said, “Seven years bad luck.”
“EHehehehHHehheh…” garbled a drunk person without owl-rimmed glasses. “That’s just seven years seven years…” He passed out on the floor as well. Wait… who else did? Didn’t I not say that Rui was unconscious? Hm, must’ve missed that… or does stupor mean something else?
“Well,” said yet another drunk guy, “That’s not bad. THAT canoe trip? A f… a din….anheihEHEHehheh… I meeaean… A guy DIED on that canoe trip.” Gasps could be heard around the room. “Nah, I’s just kidding… no, DAMNIT! HE did die!”
Then someone took care of him, but of course, they were all drunk, so all but Ari and Rui passed out on the floor. The two heroes of our story made a mad dash out of the place, where they made a getaway on a boat that was waiting for them outside.

And so this story is done. What? Are you still reading? Oh… noehd. F…. whatever. Have a yippity-skippity do-dah whatever today, alright? Yeeah… you do that.
And if “that” involves killing me… I wouldn’t mind.