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insertmeathere2010-10-23 10:42 pm
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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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Hiccup nearly fell off the ledge, but managed to step down successfully, and he put his bottle off to the side, nearly toppling it over.
"Hey. Heeey. It's okay. It's okay."
Kneeling next to her, he gently patted her back.
"You're just a little drunk. Jus' a little. I'm a lot drunk. Big difference."
Another pat of her back.
"It'll go 'way soon. If you get all pukey later, I'll even hold your braid back," he offered softly.
Aw, isn't he sweet? That is, of course, if he's not all pukey, too.
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Yes, it's okay. She's okay. Everything's fine. There is no cause for alarm as, apparently, she is a moody drunk. That's all.
After a moment, she lifts her head, oblivious of the stray grass on her cheek and in her hair, and gazes at him in awe, visibly touched her eyes waver. "...Y-You would do that for me?"
Oh, boy, you are so getting kisses when-- oh right, she can't get up.
Futilely tries to get to her feet, her hand patting his pants leg and being grabby with his tunic, grumbling amidst her effort. "C-C'mere... can't-- The world is spinning too fast..."
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"Oof--hey--okay--"
He helped her kneel like he was, as best as he could when he was wobbly himself.
"I would. I would hold your hair, like...liiike forever. If I had to. Only...I really hope for your sake...you know...that you wouldn't hurl that long."
It sounded way more romantic in his head.
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"M'not pukey. Not feeling pukey," she assures him, gratefully using his arm as leverage and actually manages to stay up. Hurray.
Her head sways and turns to him, and for some reason his mouth catches her attention and she intrudes in his personal space, fingers tracing the outline of his lips, clumsily poking his bucky teeth in the process.
"Are--arre you pukey...?" 'Cause she's not so sure she should kiss you if you're gonna be pukey. Then, that will make her pukey.