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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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"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.