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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.

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Drunk Zetta is loud, obnoxious, smug, arrogant, irritating --

Okay, Drunk Zetta is pretty much like normal Zetta.

With the exception of the lechery.

Because he has completely forgotten he is a book.

Ladies, prepare to be ogled by the most drunkass freakin' Overlord in the cosmos.

If there was one man Nanashi wasn't looking to flirt with, it was Zetta.

He was a book. She really wasn't turned on by books at all.

But that doesn't mean that she wasn't going to greet her friend.

"Zetta! What a pleashure! 'Ave you been enjoying your shelf?"

It seemed her fangs were getting in the way of her speech thanks to the alcohol.

"Nanashiiiiiiiiiii," the book drawled, relatively clear-voiced. "C'meere. Gimme a hug so I can enjoy YOUR shelf." He waggled his eyebrows in the most unsubtle way imaginable.

Nanashi roared with laughter. Really, it wasn't that funny, but she seemed to think it hilarious. "But you're jusht a book! I'm afraid these," she put her free hand on one of her boobs and jiggled it, "are only for relatively humanoid shpechies."

"Hey! I'm still a demon Overlord, this is just.... temporary! Besides, they're damn nice."

Well, they were!

"I know," she smiled smugly. She took another sip of her alcoholic blood, "Get to a better form, and I will let you touch them."

"Hey. Hey. Hey. That's the.... POINT of this whole mess, isn't it? So you're not telling me to do anything I wasn't... already..."

"Of course not! I would never think you so... unintelligent to shuggesht shuch a thing! You jusht need to be fashter about it!"

"Ha, but you know, Nanashiiiii..." Zetta only drawled names while drunk. Maybe he was trying to be sexy about it. "My Netherworld has, like, succubusseses in it and so forth, and they have.... well, probably pretty good competition... heh heh, compeTITion! Hyaa ha ha ha ha!" The book coughed, cleared its throat, and continued. "When I get my body back, what's your plan to show you're better'n'em?"

"You've clearly never had a night with a vampire." She smiled mischeviously- not that she even knew what a succubus was. She got the idea that it was something that must have been very sexy, or he wouldn't even think of it possibly offering any sort of compeTITion.

Still, she doubted anything would compete with her bite. Not to mention that if she tried, she could keep that feeling her bite caused going for a long time without taking even a mouthful of blood. All she had to do was push her tongue against her fangs to keep the skin as sealed as possible, and there would be minimal blood loss while whatever it was that gave her bite it's effect coursed throughout her partner's body.

"Most vampires aren't as hot as you. I gotta give you that," Zetta said. "Uh, what makes it different?"

Was it really safe to drink the blood of a demon, even a little?

She couldn't imagine how a demon's blood wouldn't be safe to drink. Sure, it'd be powerful, but that was only a bonus to her.

Still, she wasn't going to give up her 'secret' that quickly. "Vampires of my world all at leasht are good competition for me. Even the men." She flashed another fanged smile, "Ash for the differensh? I shupposh you mean beshides our flexibility an dexterity? I should really make you wait and shee for your shelf."

"Overlord Zetta!" Katara was surprisingly MORE friendly when she was this way that usual, and grabbed the book and the minion into a big hug.

"What are you up to? Even like thiss, I can see you checking out women. I guess somethings don't change, even when you are a book!"

Which normal Katara would have disapproved of, not mention with a silly grin on her face.

"Kataaaaaaaaraaaa," the book drawled, in what he was absolutely certain was a sexy, sexy voice. "Tell me the truth, now... is power an aphrodisiac to you?"

Meanwhile, the minion, having been drawn in with the book, returned the hug in such a way that one of her hands wound up a bit... low, on Katara's backside.

Low and grope-y.

"What a weird question! Of course I don't think its an aphrodisiac! True power comes from dedication and training!"

Also she had no idea what an aphrodisiac was. What she DID know was what a grope felt like, and that was why the minions hand was slapped.

"Watch the hands buddy!" Katara said, not quite able to muster up her usual steely look in this situation. It might help if she didn't look like she was about to laugh. Mirth was NOT helpful in this situation.

"Okay, then," Zetta said, utterly undeterred, "what DOES get your motor running?"

Complaisantly, the minion released Katara. For the moment.

Katara, unlike Starfire, is not that naive. She had, even drunk, known what Zetta had been thinking about by watching him. Overlord/book or no, he was still a guy.

However, a drunk Katara, who is starting to get older and notice things, is a truthful one. She thought a moment of the person she loved, but she knew Zetta wasn't talking about that, which was just as well. That was her own private feelings.

"Being a musician helps," she noted. "Not to mention being charming, sweet, not being dumb enough to frisk a girl right away." She gave a pointed look at the minion.

"Why ARE you so guyish today? Is that what happens when you're drunk?"

It was both creepy and kinda funny.

"Man, that's waaaaaaaay too serious," he said, blinking a bit owlishly. "And whaddya mean... 'today'? I'm always a guy. A pretty damn gorgeous guy... uh, well, when I'm in my body." Zetta had no small amount of arrogance, remember.

"Good," Katara said, grinning, "because I still remember what you said to Billy, you freaked him out! Granted, it was a little funny, though don't tell him I said that."

Here, Katara clicked her tongue. "Oh, EVERY guys says that. how do I know its true?"

"What... that I'm a guy? Or I'm a gorgeous guy? I can -- I can prove both. You gonna challenge it?" He lifted his eyebrows again.

"Oh, I think its pretty obvious you're a guy," Katara laughed. "I mean, you'd have to be stupid not to know that. That you're a gorgeous guy is the thing I'm challenging, yeah."

How could he prove it anyway?

"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Zetta can deliver that laugh perfectly even while rip-roaring. "When we get back to the ship! We'll go to the snes... sesnoriam -- that -- thing that I can't... hey, words. You know. The thing. That would let me show you."

Katara did have to bowl over here giggling. She was feeling pretty silly herself, although she definitely knew what he was talking about.

"If you say so, Overlord Zetta. Zetta, Zeh-tah. Hehe. That's funny!"

Now she's turning a little red. Maybe she DID have one too many samples...

"Hey! My name's not funny! It's -- awesome! Because it's mine!" Zetta, similarly, would be having a lot more weight behind his protests if he weren't snickering at Katara's loopy giggling.

"But it sounds like a vegetable!" Katara said, laughing aloud. "Zetta! Don't you think so? Why do you think I have to call you Overlord? Zetta just sounds...weird!"

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