DRUNKPARTY: The Memening

[notagoodshot.livejournal.com]

WELCOME TO DRUNKPARTY
FIVE DRINK MINIMUM

Welcome to the wildest party in what remains of the multiverse! Music! Booze! Flirting! Booze! Dancing! Booze! Fighting! Booze!

As you may have noticed, there is a lot of sloshed-getting at this party. All the drinks are alcoholic, except for the non-alcoholic drinks, which are extra alcoholic. If it is physically possible for you to get drunk, then you probably are. If not, you might anyway. This is, after all, the most scientifically advanced booze in the multiverse.

Go forth! Drink and be merry!

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[greenestlantern.livejournal.com]

"AH, YEAH!" Guy's in his element. And behind the bar. And drinking. And being merry. And drinking more.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Even Samus with her extremely high tolerance for alcohol (which of course is due to 1) Chozo blood, and 2) a helluva lot of practice) is getting drunk. Should a drunk bounty hunter be more or less intimidating?

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

Everyone run.

It's a drunk speedster.

"Heyguysthisstuff'sreallygood! Oww, where'd that wall come from?"

[notaheroanymore.livejournal.com]

"Bart!" And here's a Cissie, a drink in her hand and staring at Bart. She doesn't really look happy that he's drinking, but the way her cheeks are flushing.. well she's obviously been doing it for a while.

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"Hi Cissie! Have you tried this? It's goood!" Don't worry, he'll be sober in fifteen minutes or so. For now, have Bart run up and give her a BIIIIIIIG hug. "I like you."

[notaheroanymore.livejournal.com]

And that blush, it just covered her own face. "I.. I like you too Bart."

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

No matter how much they may drink, a youkai of Satori's pedigree would never be to undignified as to get completely smashed. A little social drinking, sure, but never...

Satori pauses in mid-internal monologue, vaguely aware that there's something on her shoulder. She goes to brush it off, only to find it pretty solidly unmoving. A moment's focus and concentration leads her to the conclusion that the thing on her shoulder is, in fact, the floor.

...Okay, maybe a little drunk.

[birthmural]

It didn't even take five drinks for the Son of Satan to get drunk. True, he half demon, but heightened strength and endurance wasn't the same as possessing a liver of steel.

And with all sorts of attractive women (and yes, some attractive men), Daimon was in an uncharacteristically good mood. And what better way to celebrate than by taking off his clothes.

...Wait, seriously?

[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

Considering Holly's small stature, it's not surprising that Holly is smashed after just a few drinks. Which would be fun... but unfortunately, Holly is not a happy drunk.

"I'll tell you what," she drunkly says to anyone nearby, "these humans? These... mudmen? They are so... so... d'arvit. Y'know what the People aughta do? We aughta get up to the surface and just... open fire, y'know? Just, reclaim the land and stuff."

She takes a swig from her mug, then squints at it. It's empty.

"Hey, hey, hey... bar... person. More.

"'Course... we'd have to stay away from the Fowls... Fowles... Fowl-es-esss... 'cause, I don't want that stupid brat to get hurt. But... I dunno... he'd probably have, like... nuclear warheads or... something. That little... little... bastard."

[am-alwaysfree.livejournal.com]

Mal's standing at the bar, a glass that's been half drunk from in one hand. He's had a couple drinks already, and even though he can handle his liquor pretty well, he's well on his way to becoming drunk.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel is frowning at her mug.

Why oh why must Abh be immune to alcahol?

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana is in her element. She could flush the alcahol out of course, but she doesn't want to. Instead, she dances to imaginary drums, spinning and swaying. Something unimaginably strong is on her breath but her balance never falters.

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

The children are there too, well hidden behind a big couch. Little faces are crossed with confused consternation as they watch the Bacchanalian flux. The adults are sure acting strange...

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

Robo is behaving...erratically. "How can How can I be be be be beeeeehhhaaavving like this this this. I don't even have a mouth have a mouth have a mouth have a mouth have a mouth have a mouth."

[venominsilicon.livejournal.com]

Gauron's had... a few drinks. Supposedly, the "non-alcoholic" ones. And now, he's dead silent, stony-faced, with one hand maintaining a white-knuckled grip on the edge of his table and the other on his SIG P226. His finger isn't on the trigger yet, at least, and it's technically still in its holster, but he is not a friendly drunk. Suddenly robbed of his instinctive awareness of everything going on around him, he is a hostile and paranoid drunk.

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

Just beams at her for a second. Then he's a few feet away looking at something else. "I think I want more!"

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel took quite a bit more time, considering her species natural resistance to alcahol. It seemed nothing would work until she found something that literally smoked as you drank it. The alcahol went direct to her bloodstream, bypassing the enhanced stomach mechanisms and suddenly she was stumbling (yet due to her froce, eerily avoiding any bumps and falls).

She lays an arm across Holly's shoulder and raises her glass. "Here here! It burnsh my blood to see a proud race like yourshhh having to hide in cav...cav'erns from those..primitive mud turtles! Why if I had...had the Star Forces..." Burp. "Or just a coupla attack ships, i'd bombard 'em from orbit! Kaboom! No more cities for them! Gone! Nothing but smoking ruins!"

Look out. There are drunken, racist elf girls.

[lunar-purity.livejournal.com]

"Surely such drastic measures aren't necessary for punishing the Earth-dwellers." Heaven knows when the new girl showed up, but she's clearly quite drunk, despite her refined posture. "After all, isn't being born, crawling around, and dying on that miserable rock punishment enough?"

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie is sitting with one elbow on the bar, using his hand to prop up his chin. He's looking out at the room with vaguely unfocused eyes and just a bit of a smile on his face. All is currently well in his drunken world.

[livestoannoy]

Marco nearly trips over Satori, and starts giggling when he realises who it is.

Yes, giggling. Like a schoolgirl. Marco. This is a rare and unusual moment, people.

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

Satori sets to work organizing the blurry shapes moving around over her into a person. Oh. Him.

"Oh, shut up." From the floor, Satori points a finger accusingly at Marco, only missing by a few dozen degrees. "You haven't even had half as much as I have."

[livestoannoy]

"You have seen how much I've had. I bet I've had twice as much as you!" Said Marco as he swayed a little and pointed his finger at her, still giggling.

Course, actually proving that point would be hard. Seeing as Marco couldn't actually remember what he'd had.

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

Satori rolled over, turning away from Marco, but getting up still seemed like too much of a daunting task. "Of course I can see how much you've had. It's written in your heart, clear as day."

This was, of course, more or less a total lie. Satori was trying to read a drunken mind while drunk herself, which is two levels of obfuscation. She didn't have a CLUE how many drinks Marco had had. Hell, she wasn't even sure how many drinks SHE had had.

[livestoannoy]

Since Marco couldn't resist, he decided to go and poke Satori with his foot. "I don't know...I don't know where you learned ana...anata...anta...where everything in the body goes, but the heart's not in people's head, silly."

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

"It's a, uh, you know." Not wanting to get poked by feet anymore, Satori drifted upwards, in the approximate direction of the stool. Flying while drunk was easier than walking while drunk, after all.

She managed somehow to align herself with the stool well enough to land on it, clinging to the bar itself as casually as possible to avoid falling off. Again.

As she re-established her precarious balance, Satori finally figured out the word she was looking for. "Metaphor. It's a metaphor. You'd understand if you were educated."

[livestoannoy]

Marco giggled again - if any of the other Animorphs were here, they would be seriously disturbed - and said, "I'm plenty eduma...educated. And I still bet that I drank more than you."

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

"When, exactly, did this become a competition?" As long as she was back on her seat, Satori unsteadily poured herself a new drink. "You're too young to be drinking this much."

[livestoannoy]

"When you said I hadn't had half as much as you have!" He said, pointing that finger at her again dramatically. "And dude, you're just a little girl! And I am so old enough to drink."

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

There was what appears to be a very pretty boy with a large variety of small glasses in front of him. Because Ax had located the "sample" option, and thus was trying one of everything.

It was something of a wonder that he was still conscious.

"Thisss does not taste, tuh-tastuh like cake! Cakuh. Cake. I call false advvver... Vvvvver! VVVVVVVERRRRR...!"

He waved his most recent glass around, happily distracted by his tongue and teeth and lips.

[notaheroanymore.livejournal.com]

Cissie shakes her head and downs the rest of her drink. Stumbling slightly she wonders back to get more.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Another slender arm was thrown around the new girl's shoulders. "Pfah. For such...such impudence? And they took my Jinto! Thosch..." There was an incomprehensible curse in Baronh.