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DRUNK MEME
The premise is really very simple: The characters posted here are getting drunk at this on-planet marketplace. If your character would normally do so, you need no further instruction. Have fun!
If your character's a teetotaler, though, no worries. All the foods and beverages here at this strange marketplace of wonders are so imperceptibly alcohol-laced that no one will have a clue until it's too late. :3 By then, the fun's already beginning and there is NO ESCAPE. You are all DOOMED to suffer. Or puke. Or be really really super, if you're the type to process alcohol amazingly well.
Eat, drink, and have a party! There's plenty of partying with the locals over here for your characters to join in on. You have the vendors' corridor and a field outside it to roam around in, and for some reason the outdoor field is stocked with enormous gliding kites. This recipe sounds pretty disasteriffic to me.
If your character's a teetotaler, though, no worries. All the foods and beverages here at this strange marketplace of wonders are so imperceptibly alcohol-laced that no one will have a clue until it's too late. :3 By then, the fun's already beginning and there is NO ESCAPE. You are all DOOMED to suffer. Or puke. Or be really really super, if you're the type to process alcohol amazingly well.
Eat, drink, and have a party! There's plenty of partying with the locals over here for your characters to join in on. You have the vendors' corridor and a field outside it to roam around in, and for some reason the outdoor field is stocked with enormous gliding kites. This recipe sounds pretty disasteriffic to me.
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His stutter was gone (though it was quickly turning into a slur) and he was laughing at almost everything.
Too bad he would be pissed off in the morning or whenever it was that he realized that the double-scoop of his favourite ice cream -Birthday Cake flavoured- was laced with alcohol.
Until then he was going to continue going around with a silly smile on his face, all but giggling at everything and stumbling while constantly buying more and more candy, thus getting worse and worse. It wouldn't be long soon before he started regretting all that 'candy'. Because of course, it's only the worst sugar stomach-ache ever... not that he's ever experienced one before.