Seltoberfest!! [open/event thread!]

[Requiem]

"Syreeeene," he repeated with a too-happy grin. "Water tempriisss of...of...hm." He'd forgotten where he was going with that. If he noticed that she was struggling to break away from his 'face-cleaning' - which was certainly doubtful - the greenrider ignored it. X'rx stumbled backwards into someone behind him, dropping the glass with a loud shattering sound.

The man blinked at the glass for a long moment. Then a smile blossomed on his face. "They're makin' rainbowssss," he slurred. Okay, so maybe joining a drinking contest already this side of drunk was a bad idea. X'rx returned his attention to Syrene. "'aaank yooouuu for rainbows." In the next instant he'd wrapped his arms around her in a drunken, fearless hug. "If 'coon goddess wants skin...bettuh ways to keeeep warm..."

Here he distintegrated into a mass of giggles, sliding down the girl to plop heavily on his rump. That wasn't to say he let go of Syrene. Oh no. He was snuggling quite affectionately with her nearest leg.

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Kalierre giggled at Mi'rah. Aw. He was just so cute, wasn't he? (Cute normally wasn't her type. She definitely favored aggressive. But alcohol had interesting effects on 'normal'.) "Doan be silly, Rahrah. You're smarter'n all of us put t'getha." The greenrider's words were definitely slurring, but there was nothing but calculation in her dark eyes as she giggled again. Poor dear. She'd confused him.

Shifting to straddle him full on, the woman made a belated grab for Serissa, nearly toppling off of Mi'rah. (Now that would have been a true shame.) She pouted slightly at the bluerider's retreating back. Oh well. She'd just have to capture the woman the next time she came around. The greenrider returned her attention to the bronzerider and cozied up to him. "Cheers?" She lifted her glass to clink with his at Piden's announcement, drinking it without hesitation, then draped her arms around Mi'rah's neck.

The dragonhealer brought her lips right up to his ear. "I'm sure you can use yer magnation, bronzie." And here her hand slipped down toward a very naughty place, teeth nipping at his earlobe. "D'you like me naughty?" she purred in his ear.

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Off in his corner, M'ta regarded the others, then looked away with a disgusted huff. They were all making fools of themselves. His eyes narrowed on Serissa as she approached. When he smiled, it was an altogether unpleasant expression. "Join the freak show? Brilliant idea. Should I set myself on fire while I'm at it?" Because clearly one was akin to the other. The short man pushed back his chair. It was probably time to leave. He could feel it stirring...

The brownrider stood. He gave the full cup left on the table another glance. Maybe one more wouldn't hurt too much. Piden's loud announcement of the next drink drew a contemplative glance. It was nice to feel...numb. "I go more for manipulative healers," he grumbled, more to himself than to Serissa. He moved - whether to retrieve the drink or to leave it was hard to say - and promptly got his foot tangled up with the leg of the chair. M'ta was down and up in a matter of seconds, a string of curses on his lips and a blush darkening his face.

When the hell had he gotten so clumsy?

A moment later, the man snarled and snatched up the glass that had somehow made it through the mishap intact. He drank it and clapped it down on the table. "Going to just stand there looking stupid? There are plenty of other idiots for you to bother." Sweet man he was, wasn't he?

(Kals: 14; M'ta: 6)

[Kisha-Ra]

Apparently when it hit that fruit stuff hit hard Yoalla thought as the room wavered around her. How much booze was in that anyway? Probably quite a lot, she decided surveying the room again as it came back into focus. Piden had appeared back beside her for some reason but somehow he didn’t seem quite as annoying as he had been a minuite or two earlier. Interesting… ‘Of course.’ She replied, heavy on the sarcasm, and held out her glass. ‘Now show your love by filling this up.’ Once she had a full glass in hand again the wherhandler drifted off, trusting this wouldn’t much effect Piden as he was making a beeline for a boy that Yoalla would definitely call pretty rather than handsome.

Wow, that black eye girl looked a lot better without her make up on. Yoalla promptly drifted in the direction of the girl and her giggling companion, carelessly crushing shards of a dropped glass under her feet as she went. ‘You look so much nicer without that stuff around your eyes sweetie.’ Yoalla told her, wrapping her arms around Syrene as she spoke. ‘You know you’d really be quite pretty if you learned a little about restraint with that eyeliner. It makes you look like a cheap but crazy doxie.’ Smiling cheerfully at the girl Yoalla stepped back and bent to pat X’rx on the head. ‘Nice work.’ She complemented him before wandering back into the crowd. Coming back around to Piden again she briefly wrapped her arms around both the other handler and his pretty friend. ‘Hugz are niiice.’ She slurred happily, and joined the round of drinking enthusiastically. Who next? Oh lonely greenrider at three o’clock!


J’on almost jumped out of his skin, and incidentally spilt his drink everywhere as someone came up behind him and hugged him just after the round’s drinking was over, and ew… it was a woman! The greenrider struggled futilely against the arms that gripped him with quite amazing strength for such a small woman. ‘Get off! Go hug someone else. Anyone else.’ His assailant did step back and scan the crowd with an air of consideration, but she also followed him across the room as he looked for someone to refill his mysteriously empty glass.

Distracted in his mission by a fallen, cursing, M’ta J’on veered off course slightly to plop down on the floor next to the irate brownrider. ‘Protect me from her.’ He instructed very seriously, jabbing a finger in Yoalla’s general direction, ignoring the fact that M’ta was on the floor, and probably had no interest in protecting him. Meanwhile Yoalla pouted and moved on to embrace Serissa in the same way she’d attacked J’on. Noting this the greenrider sighed happily but made no actual move to get off the floor, she might notice him again if he stood up.

((Yoalla 2, J'on 9 (again)))

[Lotty]

Oh dear, if Tenlie was here to see this then she would most definitely be very upset, but with all that he was drinking - he clanked his glass against Kali's amiably and took a couple of large gulps - it was very doubtful that the man had a lot of time to think about girl that was half a continent away in places that he couldn't even begin to imagine. Was it not illogical, after all, to hold out so much hope on those that he could very well never see again? It had been six months now, and with the life expectancy of the average bronze rider in the place he might as well have a big expiration date tattooed onto his forehead. With his luck he'd die but a few days before any sort of liberation.

Not that he was giving up, or losing the will to fight or whatever... he was just... this was much too heavy of a subject. A woman sits on your lap and then all of a sudden you are asking yourself big questions on morality and life and all he wanted to do was have a little bit of fun. This was all about recapturing some kind of semblance to normalcy, and while having a woman throw herself at him wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he had shown up - he was still marveling over how enthusiastic she was about approaching him at all - he was going to do his best to roll with the punches.

That was until her hand was near....on his crotchal region. For that he had to take a moment to glance around at the table with an expression that was definitely begging for a little bit of help. A glance flicked to T'san... but he seemed rather occupied and the story was the same for everyone else gathered. Hugs apparently were being distributed and this was just distracting everybody. He kindly drew his eyes over to try and catch Kali's even as she bit as his ear, "Uhm...." long, difficult, painful pause and a sort of empty sound that suggested air bubbles were stuck in his throat. He really was incredibly speechless, and left asking himself what someone more suave than him would say, "I....I like youuuu..." this was already a hard task but as he was drinking it was only getting much worse, "anyway you come K-kali."

Next thing he knew, the words he was thinking were coming out without that ever present gentlemanly filter that usually was attached to him, "I...I can be naughty toooo," it was almost a whisper, but how could one really do that in the noisy dining hall?

((1))

[Ember]

"Doesn't seem like your thiiiing," he drawled. It was getting a bit hard to tell his serious moments from his joking ones already since he constantly had a smile on now and his tone was light. The brownrider did actually enjoy being buzzed on occasion. He should get Meira to drink sometime...except she wasn't around. That caused T'san to pout briefly until his current company said something about kicking his ass. "Bahaha, you wiiiiish! Lighty, lighty! I say I can drink you under the table!"

He almost ended up spitting out his drink in laughter. As it was, he ended up coughing slightly and looking at her with slightly misty eyes. "You're hilarious! Perfect timing with that. It tastes better as you go along, don't worry! Besides, it burns so goooood." He blinked as a greenrider wandered over and ended up spilling his drink on Syrene. Haha, funny. Then he proceeded to use the rest to drown Syrene's eyeliner, which only managed to get the brownrider chuckling. He felt some sympathy for the girl but for the most part he agreed with X'rx.

Piden's answer had the brownrider blinking. "Ah really? You've got a head start, buddy! That ain't fair. Fine, I'll stick with these two isntead. They're funny," T'san said, though there was by far more amusement in his voice than there was annoyance. When he looked back at Syrene and X'rx he saw...a previously unimagineable scene. Syrene being hugged (by someone she seemingly wanted to wear as a dress. Ah the ever funny skin dress joke(?))!

When Yoalla joined the scene and took up X'rx's previous position T'san started chuckling lowly. He let them have their amusement (not much harm in hugs really) as he drank for the next round. With that out of the way he reached out for Syrene's face gently to look at it. "Hmm, they're riiiiight. Ya really should go with au naturale! It makes you beeeeeautifuuuuul!" He paused to continue staring before randomly hugging her. "Aha! Now I see why they wanted ta hug ya." And now even he was being affected by the drink. He wasn't slurring quite yet though, just getting a bit looser.

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Serissa's explanation was much more helpful than Piden's but it only caused R'ril to glance down at his drink in mild horror. What had he really gotten himself into? "It really is a bad nickname," the greenrider commented to Piden. "Let me know when you come up with a better one. Or a worse one. Worse would be better, if I'm making any sense." X'rx was watched closely for any signs of the type of anger R'ril liked but he was quite disappointed when he not only turned to Ka'aen but left as well.

He'd upset him and yet got nothing in return! How rude. R'ril huffed and downed the next round when Piden told them to. Thankfully it didn't take long for the drink to start really working its magic. In no time at all R'ril was chuckling ominously and making his way over to an angry seeming brownrider that had just fallen over. Funny clumsy people! Of course, he could hardly say anything about others, stumbling about as he was. He managed to catch the tail end of what M'ta last said and smiled brightly. Oho, seemed like he'd hit the jackpot.

"Iiiiidiots, huh? An' yet looookie who fell ova their own foot. Feet? Bah. Ya know wha' I'm sayiiiiin'. Well...mebbe not if yer an idiot..." And hoboy he was kinda dizzy and hot standing up. Without caring about finding a chair or anything, R'ril simply sat where he was swaying slightly. "Oh heyyyy, the room don't move so much down 'ere. Whoda thunk it, Teeny?" He was just coming up with amazing nicknames for people all over the place tonight!

((T'san: 1, R'ril: 8))

[Shiny]

J'ash competely forgot about his search for the Greenrider that had stolen his heart as he heard a manly giggle in response to his joke. Whirling around quite steadily for someone who had already drunk one shot, he grinned at the Wherhandler host and took a deep bow with a rolling hand, "thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night", aaaalmost spilling his drink from his cup as he did so. The feminine Bluerider then proceeded to titter, raising a hand to press against his warm face again as Piden gestured to it. "It's definitely worth a try," J'ash grinned, and with a growing seductive glint in his eye, he raised his glass and downed it in sync with Piden. A huge grin spread on his face at the familiar burning sensation. Ahh, he felt so good right now. He was definitely feeling the alcohol but he was still decently coherent, especially compared to everyone else, and especially compared to the Wherhandler. He slammed the cup down for it to be refilled a second time.

What little respect the Bluerider had for personal space was thrown out the window in his alcohol-induced fantastic mood, and with a playful giggle, J'ash threw half of his body weight at the Wherhandler's side and threw his arm up to sling it across his shoulders. But he wasn't completely sober, and that of course lead to miscalculation. Piden was taller. Quite a bit taller, actually. Puffing out his cheeks like a child that didn't get his way, he paused momentarily to think, and then lit up again as he figured simply standing on his tippy toes would be good enough.

There, they were level now. Leaning approximately half of his weight on Piden's side, he grinned stupidly and began to sway - probably not the best idea when slightly intoxicated and quite unbalanced as it is - and sing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. Loudly. (Good thing J'ash was pretty good at singing, otherwise this would probably be a painful experience for Piden.)

And heeeere's where his new buddy came in. If J'ash was left to sing alone, he'd probably get upset and wander off elsewhere. (J'ash mentally frowny-faced at J'on sitting next to some guy. If J'on didn't come over here, he was going there next.) It would be epic if everyone joined in, but he didn't expect that to happen.

A female he didn't know came up and hugged the both of them, making J'ash pause at 92 bottles. "Helloo pretty lady," he grinned, mostly still drunk on endorphins rather than the alcohol in his system. (It was kinda weird how he was still the least drunk of everyone - wasn't J'ash a lightweight?) As Yoalla left, J'ash continued to sway both Piden and himself. "Now wheeeeeere were we... Oh yeaah! 40! Fooorty boooottles of beer on the wall, foooorty bottles of beeeer!"

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Angry, rapid breath audibly entered and exited her nostrils as she glared the shit out of X'rx. "How dare y-" she paused as the Greenrider dropped his glass. Rainbows? What the... This man was beyond drunk.

She took a sharp step backwards and nearly drew the blade her hand was hovering over as X'rx collapsed against her, bristling like a black cat at the contact. "Get off of me, you stupid lug," she growled, but before she could shove the Greenrider away, he slid down her and locked himself around her leg. This, of course, made her twitch. Before she could do anything more, Piden announced another round of shots, which Syrene downed as fast as she could. There, now. Time to deal with this situation. "Get. The. FUCK. Off." with a snarl, she wiggled and thrashed her leg in kicking motions, trying to get the damn leech off of her.

Startled was Syrene when Yoalla randomly started to compliment her. Blink, blink. Why were there two of her? The whole room was... spinning... round and round and round and roooound~ "Oh..." A light frown graced her lips. "But I liiiiike my koooohl. You'd look goood with some." She reached into her pocket to retrieve her ever-present kohl, but the girl hugged her before she could get it out. "Mmmmmmah," she wiggled in the embrace, then entirely gave up. Well, this wasn't so bad...

She found herself pouting at the loss of contact. Swaying on the spot, she blinked as she realized everyone else was growing. Why were they grooooowing? Oh, she was siiiinking... Stumbling a step backwards, she crashed and crumpled against T'san, and was confused at the feeling of hands on her face. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaa," she moaned, blinking owlishly into T'san's face. Her whaaaaa turned into a wooooah as she realized the proximity of her crush. So close, so close, she could kiiiiiiss him... Her already flushed face turned brighter red at his compliments.

Well, in her quite foggy state of mind, she saw nothing wrong with what she was about to do. "C'meeeere youuuu tuh-zaaaaaaaaan!" Without a second thought, she pushed her face right against his, lips sticking out. If she was so pretty he suuuuurely wouldn't miiiind.

[Ruby]

This round's number is 1!

That means Mi'rah, T'san, and J'ash - Dudes. Get it together. That's just sad.
Please have them exit the competition appropriately.

The Current Drunk Spectrum:

I'mm no' druuuunk.
Kalierre
R'ril
J'on
Yoalla

Yep, You're Drunk
no one this round

Pretty Buzzed
Ka'aen
Syrene
M'ta

Random Actions for this round:
- Kalierre can no longer taste the alcohol (pick two numbers for Kals this round, the one closer to drunk is used)
- R'ril kisses a stranger
- J'on starts a conversation with "Don't take this the wrong way but..."

After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 7 for each character. Same repetition rules apply.

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The breaking of glass got an "OOO, PARTY FOUL" from Piden, who would have lurched over to care for the fallen X'rx... if J'ash hadn't chosen that moment to drape himself over Piden's shoulder. That quickly distracted the Handler, who wrapped an arm around J'ash's waist (and bent his knees a little to make up for the height difference), then joined right in singing and swaying. After the first verse, he slurred out, "I coulda been a Harper, y'know. So zeeey say." Around then is when Yoalla decided to reappear - her hug was returned enthusiastically (probably too enthusiastically, really), but just as quickly as she arrived, she was gone. Ahhh well. Piden joined back in with J'ash's song, but only got like three words in before he stopped, dropping his arm and pulling away from the bluerider with a transcendent look on his face.

"Brownie!" he murmured, sounding triumphant, before abandoning J'ash with a muttered "Bee ri' back".

Across the room, Serissa had shoved herself upright, watching as M'ta started going... wherever he was going. "Is that so?" She asked when he mentioned the type he normally went for, raising an eyebrow. "I'm both of those things too, although manipulative I guess is in the eye of the beholder. You must be R'wign's -" But she was cut off by M'ta's faceplant. Well, sort of faceplant - the Brownrider was up so fast it almost looked like he hadn't fallen, but Serissa giggled none the less, trying her best not to crack up totally. Right around then J'on made his appearance, and Serissa shook her head, ignoring M'ta's growly comment. "Lovely to meet you, too," she said, as if he'd greeted her nicely instead of insulting her face, then leaned in for a moment, miming a kiss on his cheek before gesturing at J'on. "I leave you to fulfill your duty, Brownrider."

R'ril, R'ril, where was R'ril? Piden threaded his way through the revelers, looking left and right for the Greenrider - THERE! Plopping down on the floor with J'on and his target (and, effectively, trapping M'ta where he was unless he wanted to step over one of the seated men), he leaned in, reaching out to tug lightly (kind of) on R'ril's hair. "Brownie!" he declared, as if he'd seriously come up with the best nickname ever. "Is cause... cause your hair, annnddd browines... they're good?" It had been way better in his mind. "An' Kane calls me Tramp, mebbe better than Red?"

Serissa had left M'ta to his various assailants, still snickering a little. Some poor, terrified Drudge hovering nearby was summoned, and the Bluerider commanded, "Could you make sure that Zerz - sorry, X'rx is taken care of? I think he's had too much..." As the Greenrider was gently removed from the floor, Serissa took stock of the rest of the room. M'ta had his seated attendants, and the drifting Yoalla and J'ash seemed to have found each other, and Racoon was - oh wow. Spinning around as fast as she could, Serissa covered her mouth with her hand, eyes dancing. Now that was hilarious. Of course, her turn had been a little too fast, and she ended stumbling a step forward - and straight into the seated Mi'rah's leg. Whooops... but you know, it was there, and convenient, and he had a Kalierre on the other leg. Without so much as being invited, Serissa took a seat on the unoccupied knee and leaned in to match Kalierre's nibble on the other side, just barely catching the Bronzerider's murmur. Leaning back again with a seductive look - for Kali, not Mi'rah, although who knows, he might have thought he was involved in it too - she lifted her glass to the sky, raising her voice so everyone could hear. "Round 3! Drink!"

[Requiem]

Who was the putz? M'ta's eyes tracked briefly to the drunken little doxie, before a hand snapped up to prevent Serissa from moving any closer. "What? Pirtectin' im from a drunken little hoouh?" The brownrider considered that comment for a moment. Speaking of drunk, his mind was beginning to open up that special way that only alcohol could facilitate. Only he couldn't seem to recall why this had ever concerned him. Or why it should matter if his Bitran street accent was slipping out. Drunken...little...whore. A dark chuckle. And the pot says to the kettle-

Crouching by J'on, he murmured lowly to the man, "Doan' wan' the filth touchin ye? Is tha' it?" He regarded her contemplatively. "Doan' s'pose she was evah chained to uh wall." M'ta brushed his knuckles over J'on's cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture and sent a blade whistling between Yoalla and J'ash in the same second. 'Thiah. She woahn be bothurin ye no moah." Unless she was one of the stupid ones and came over, but even then it would be M'ta that she was bothering. He almost looked forward to it.

Glancing up at R'ril's approach, the man's lips twisted slightly into a coldly calculating expression. Interesting. A man come over to insult him - awkward and petty as it was, with the man so fogged with drink - right after seeing the knife thrown? No, he'd been moving before that, a voice whispered. Drawn by the snap of an angry tone. And not to play hero, either, or he'd be off trailing that Serissa healer. "Teenie. Wha' abou' shrimp? Showtie?" He bared his teeth in a feral grin and took the time to savor his next shot as Piden joined R'ril and Serissa's voice rang out. Only round three?

How nice of these people to get wasted just for him.

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The woman may have been briefly distracted by what seemed to be a flying shiny thing, but that distraction disappeared quickly when Mi'rah managed to get out his next words semi-intelligibly. Her smile broadened and she trailed a finger down his cheek and under his jaw, lifting the chin slightly. Kalierre's mouth descended on his hungrily. "As long as I come, sweetie..." And the way she purred the word made it all too clear what she meant. "I really don't care how, either."

Kalierre downed her own drink with an answering smile for Serissa, then blinked. She peered down into the bottom of her glass. "S'funny." The greenrider stole Mi'rah's glass, too, gulping it down. No, that time there had definitely been alcohol sloshing around in the glass. "You can taste your drink, right?" she asked the bluerider on Mi'rah's other knee. "Maybe..." And here she leaned forward, placing a palm on either side of the other woman's waist. After a rather long, breathless kiss, she pulled back. "Yummy," she breathed. Though she still couldn't taste the alcohol on her. So queer.

Kalierre's eyes slid seductively toward Mi'rah. "Aren't you lucky, bronzie? A pretty girl on each knee." A hand slid up beneath his shirt and she leaned into him. "Now back to the discussion of how I come...how about a hands-on demonstration?" she murmured, only loud enough for her two companions to hear.

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Watching Piden trying to get R'ril's attention, M'ta couldn't help but laugh. The sound was decidedly mocking. "Come now, Wherhandluh. 'Ow ye get a pain hoouh's tenshun." His long dirk cleared the sheath and slashed shallowly up the side of R'ril's face in the same motion. Fortunately for the greenrider, M'ta's motor skills didn't seem to be inhibited by the alcohol any; the tip stopped just beneath his eye.

The brownrider brought the blade to his mouth. He licked the blood off it, but his eyes were for Piden, not R'ril. What fun was torturing someone who liked it? "Nevuh loiked the coluh red much," he commented, a nasty little smile turning up one side of his mouth. "Yer in my way." He slid almost into Piden's lap, then suddenly jerked his head to one side. The dirk was laid lightly against the wherhandler's thigh, point nestling up against the man's crotch. "Wanna know wha' happened tuh the last man I didn' loik?"

(Kals: 3,2; M'ta: 6)

[Lotty]

Before he was oblivious to the innuendo he made. He had told her something about coming? Mi'rah probably should have been embarrassed, but then again, it seemed like a lucky slip of the tongue for a change because the woman was most definitely appreciative of the comment and he was left once again mostly speechless. This was a good thing though because in all honestly what was there to say? There were lips on his and his tongue had to reply, but most definitely not with words... he was busy kissing back and pulling away with a nip at her bottom lip solely because at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

Ultimately however, he was lost again, to be honest he really didn't know what to do about having two girls on his lap. He knew vaguely that it kind of hurt to have weight on a weak leg, but aside from that he was much more overwhelmed by the unknown. Was he the only one who was seeing this? Was he so drunk that he was just imagining two women nipping at his ears and kissing each other? These were after all the types of things that happened to other people, not him, but for as many times as he closed his eyes and opened them again it was still happening. Besides, your imagination can't replicate the sensation of touch now could it? Because the bronzerider definitely felt her kiss from before - if you could even call it that, make out session felt like a better term - and now her hand against his skin and it wasn't even mediated by fabric.

What to do, what to do? He looked at his companions, and replied meekly enough, "I guess I'm just p-popular..." and promptly forgot about the drinking contest. In fact, he had managed to lose track of the glass that Kalierre had emptied for him and swirled for a moment in his drowned brain. Yeah, no more drinking, he was done with that. Instead after a pause he managed out, "A demonstration? Right here? I - I don't know...." be bit his lip a moment and came up with just a genius idea. No wonder everyone thought he was so smart, "But we can go somewhere else...?" Not meaning to make Serissa feel awkward he added, "And you can bring your friend too... if you want... if thats ok..."

Quick someone make him stop talking.

[Ember]

Ah? It seemed like the group that had suddenly formed around Syrene had just as quickly drifted away. Such was the way of things at parties, the brownrider mused. Everyone always wanted to be near the most interesting things. At least he still had good ol' Syrene to amuse himself with...along with that deliciously dangerous drink. Oh sure, it burned but it felt good too. Said drink made it quite clear he had all of Syrene, too. perhaps he ought to put more emphasis on the dangerous part?

The brief sensation of lips against his had him pulling back so fast Syrene was likely to fall if he hadn't at least kept a hand on her. "Woah there, gurlie," he said, tone surprisingly serious and definitely warning. He set aside his glass as he put a second hand on her other shoulder. "Easy now. You don't wanna go doin' that, 'specially while drunk. I know I'm an espe...escep...exceptionally hot man but t'ain't riiigh' ta jus' pounce me, ya know?" His tone lightened again towards the end - he just didn't do serious well, especially not under the influence - and he let her go.

The brownrider considered distracting Syrene with someone else and leaving. Despite his half-joking tone by the end of what he said he understood now that it was a...difficult situation. He hadn't expected Syrene of all people to become so attached to him (he was still desperately hoping it was mostly the alcohol talking). Yet he couldn't just leave...having dragged her into the competition he at least had to make sure she was okay...ish by the end of it. He was startled by Serissa's call for another drink. Ah shit...where had he put his glass again? Looks like he was out of the competition. Daaaaaamn. He could have gone a bit longer, at least.

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The blade that went flying through the air towards two other people approaching had done nothing to stop R'ril's approach. It only served to excite him more. Given the different options of a nickname he snickered. "Like tha' one. Shoooooowtie. Showtie, showtie," he continued to murmur until Red came over to bestow a nickname on him. Hadn't expected the man to follow him. Would he be so lucky as to have a person follow him just to abuse him? He was nearly ecstatic when Piden tugged on his hair.

"Broooownie?" He paused to consider it and the reasons why Piden had given it to him. "Naaah. Too gooeh, no goo'. You get tuh be called Tramp but I get nooottin' like thaaat, Red." He pouted at the wherhandler for a moment before downing his drink on command. No sooner had R'ril swallowed then the sadistic brownrider slashed his face. He yelped slightly - no matter how much he liked pain, surprise was surprise - before a rather blissful expression crossed his face. He preferred people not to mark up his face but he'd let it go this time. "Niiiiice," he purred.

Still, he was quite drunk at this point and willing to create more opportunities for pain for everyone. Looks like Piden was enjoying M'ta's treatment (as was R'ril, yay abandonment play!) so he might as well let the others enjoy too. The greenrider crawled over to J'on. "Hallo thar. I need yur help with sometin'." And with that, R'ril mashed his lips against J'on's, not caring to be good or not. He tried to make sure at least a few people saw it - namely Piden, who seemed sooo interested in himself - before releasing the other greenrider to do as he liked.

((R'ril: 5))

[Shiny]

J'ash beamed at Piden as the Wherhandler bent his knees and sung along. They'd only gotten through a few bottles of beer on the wall, though, before Piden's attention was drawn elsewhere. Promises of being right back did nothing to conciliate the Bluerider's disappointment. Well, he certainly wasn't going to sing drunkenly by himself, and Piden was heading in the general direction of where he was going next...

The pretty boy blinked as a shiny fast blur shot past him. He sure did like shiny things, but what little sober part of his mind remained told him that he probably shouldn't be too happy to have seen such a thing whip by his head. Shrugging lightly, he swirled the contents in his cup before raising it to his lips.

Drinking the required ration of alcohol for the round, J'ash wiped his mouth with his sleeve, nearly missing and hitting himself in the nose instead. "Pideeeennn why did you ditch meee," he called, although the Wherhandler probably wouldn't hear him. "'m lonely 'nuff as it is," he muttered, gray eyes shifting to look at J'on with forlorn affection and a slight pang of hurt.

The glass slid in his grip slightly as the alcohol in his system seemed to suddenly become very effective. Eyelids sliding half shut, a dazed expression of defeated bliss spread through him, his whole body becoming hot, energized, and light. It was about sharding time for the alcohol to kick in like it should, what with him being such a lightweight. It was surprising he'd even made it this far so sober.

The massively intoxicated Bluerider became slightly more alert as he watched the person Piden had gone to talk to get slashed in the face. "G'na be beau... boot... pretty like me," he slurred drunkenly to himself, assuming that R'ril had actually heard him. Then, M'ta touched J'on's face. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes sharpened slightly. Well, that was no good. The fire burning inside his veins prompted him to do something about it.

Crashing into anyone who got in the way in his stumbling journey, J'ash made it to where everyone was without collapsing. He managed to squeeze into a spot between the bodies clustering around M'ta. But said man was no longer touching J'on; instead, it was the man who had stolen Piden's attention who was currently mashing his lips against J'on's. The slap of jealousy that hit him felt like running into a wall. That jealousy piqued anger. The good mood that had flooded him earlier was now replaced with a dangerous feeling, one that encouraged action, and by consequence, violence.

Hiccuping slightly, J'ash readjusted the glass in his hand, raised it, and then smashed it down, hard, intending on knocking R'ril off of the Greenrider. But he was far too drunk to realize that R'ril and J'on were out of range, and who was positioned closer to him? M'ta. What had once been J'ash's cup now lay in shattered pieces on the floor. Too drunk to really understand if he'd smashed M'ta over the head or missed and hit something else, the Bluerider stumbled forth as R'ril backed off of the Greenrider. Well that was good, J'ash didn't need to take him out. Not that he really could - he'd just wasted his glass on the wrong person, after all. (Would it really be a bad thing if he'd knocked out M'ta? Even in his drunken state J'ash knew the man would be better off unconscious than left to spew those shiny things.)

Shooting R'ril the dirtiest look he could manage under the haze of his intoxication, and completely forgetting his awkward situation with the assaulted man, he practically fell on J'on, readjusting his position to straddle him. "Mine," he growled, before proceeding to shove his tongue down J'on's throat. Nobody else was getting to touch the Greenrider tonight, not if J'ash had anything to say about it.

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The feeling of lips against hers was an entirely new experience for the kohl-less girl, and the fact that it was her crush that she was kissing sent a tingling through her already buzzed mind. Was that actual pleasure she was experiencing? Was this what happiness was like?

The loss of contact made Syrene open her eyes and blink owlishly up at T'san's face as he held her a distance apart and took up a serious tone with her. So, so he hadn't wanted a kiss? It seemed like he minded what she just did. Although the alcoholic buzz remained in her blood, the buzz of happiness died instantly. And although the Brownrider began to speak in lighter tones, the words stopped registering in her brain, and she felt some strange sensation of burning in her eyes. Why was there water messing up her vision?

She began to blink frequently, eyelashes becoming wet. "I didn' mean to..." was all she could come up with, hanging her head. Right now, any amount of love she felt for Selenitas was gone. "...Haaate t-this Weyr, stup'd stup'd... wanna go home...Take me home, please... want home..." and she wasn't talking about her own weyr, but perhaps T'san wouldn't catch that. As another round was called, Syrene miserably downed the alcohol and almost completely burst into tears at the awful sensation of burning. She really just wanted it to stop, everything to stop. Sinking, the girl leaned against T'san's leg and wrapped an arm around it, talking to her glass with a watery, sorrowful expression. "Don't fit in here, too hot, Tuh-zaan no kisses..." Sniffle.

((Syrene chose 1))

[Avu]

Everyone…was falling to pieces.

It was mildly disorienting, watching them all break their usual facades, start to spill over each other and stumble and fall and get downright affectionate and nasty by turns. As for him—well, Ka’aen was definitely feeling it, and he wasn’t sure how he’d fare if somebody wandered up to him, but…nobody had, and he didn’t really want anyone to; losing control like everyone else seemed to be was not at all a pleasant idea. Besides, he was mostly content to just sit. Sleepy, kind of dizzy; the world was painted in overly-bright colors and too-loud noises, but he couldn’t be bothered to complain with the buzz of alcohol pooling warmly in his stomach; felt like gold, he thought distantly, and wondered if that was still his brain or if Rhii was—oh, drink; they were supposed to drink.

He downed the alcohol obediently, and then wondered if he ought to help anyone. Lots of people seemed to be in various states of halfway-to-public-sex, some people looked like they wanted to vomit, some people looked like they wanted to curl up in a corner and cry—some people looked like they were being hit over the head with a cup. By some weird kid who proceeded to completely ignore him and do his best to shove his tongue down some other kid’s throat and yeah, okay. Maybe he should do something.

Like…move. Moving would be a good start, Ka’aen thought distractedly, and pushed himself away from the table. The world spun for a minute and he paused, squeezed his eyes shut at the beginnings of a not-so-pleasant headache, and licked his lips to chase the last of the alcohol away. If he was going into that mess he definitely needed some liquid courage, right? (As if he hadn’t already had quite enough and then some; Ka’aen didn’t usually go for getting wasted.) “Hey,” and if the word came out slurred more than he’d like to admit, well, he didn’t have to admit it until never, did he. “I don’ know your name but—”

Oh, knife. Ka’aen’s hand stalled from where he’d started to reach for M’ta, and then dropped back to his side carefully. “You okay, man?” He wasn’t really sure if the words were meant for Piden (the knife was very close to a certain region and Ka’aen felt a twinge of manly sympathy) or for M’ta, so he settled for looking somewhere between the two. It was kind of easier to focus on a point that was not somebody’s face or moving when the floor seemed to be doing its fair best to buck him off of his feet. How rude.

(2)

[Kisha-Ra]

Something about his companion seemed slightly… off to J’on, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, so he took another sip of his drink and ignored it, at least he wasn’t stuck with that, that, woman.

Hrrm that was nice, J’on thought as he leaned into the soft touch to his face, not really what he wanted, but nice. The greenrider blinked dazedly at the thrown knife not really comprehending its significance, but if throwing things was going to keep that dreadful little woman away from him, well that was just fine, more shiny things please! Now, how he going to express his appreciation for that?

While the greenrider was considering this most important matter a few more people drifted over, ah well more time to think then. Through the haze of alcohol nothing he saw really seemed to have to power to disturb him, and he knew that such casual violence should upset him, he just couldn’t recall why right now, so he continued to watch the strange actions of his companions while he drank this round’s required amount. Was it only the third round, seemed longer, much longer, an endless evening…

J’on was distracted entirely from his current line of thought by someone he only vaguely recognised, a greenrider, he thought. Whoever the brown haired man actually was he gained J’on’s full attention by the simple expedient of crawling into the greenrider’s lap and kissing him, somewhat clumsily but whatever. J’on didn’t see anything wrong with reciprocating, just being friendly right? Curiously J’on’s hand rose to the open wound on R’ril’s face and his fingers explored it, a little more firmly than he actually intended. ‘Don’ take this the wrong way strangeguy, bu’ yooooor facsh, face, is bleedin’ every-mupfh?’ J’on’s words were cut short by someone else climbing into his lap and proceeded to shove their tongue in his mouth, someone who tasted familiar under all the booze.

‘J’ash?’ The greenrider gasped once he managed to break loose from the none too subtle kiss. ‘What’re ya, ah nemmind. Ya stayin wi’ me right? Want ya to, show ya a good time maybe?’ He remembered that J’ash hadn’t been talking to him for a while but he was very glad J’ash had this sudden change of heart. What a marvellous idea that was! Ah, better keep his attention, before he wandered away, J’on’s hand worked it’s way up into the bluerider’s hair and wove his fingers through it, that would keep J’ash’s attention for now wouldn’t it? Long enough for J’on to remember how to stand up and drag him off to a semi-secluded corner anyway.


What was that? Yoalla’s attention was distracted by something flying by uncomfortably close to her. Since all her hug buddies appeared to have disappeared, the wherhander happily tracked the object across the room. Knife? Ah well, hadn’t hit her, maybe someone lost it. Picking the blade up, by the blunt end once she found it, Yoalla looked around for something else to do. Wow, obviously she’d had a great idea with the hugging, so many people were hugging now.

Happily knocking back the rest of her drink, Yoalla headed unsteadily back towards the eyeliner girl, who , when she spun past Yoalla again, didn’t seem very happy at all. ‘Don’ worry y’self sweetie. Y’ve bin through the happy stage, now y’r goin’ through the sad bit. ‘s all parta bein’ drunk.’ Yoalla announced cheerfully with a nod that seemed to her to confirm the truth of her ramblings, once she’d reached the girl’s side again.

((J’on 4, Yoalla 7))

[Ruby]

This round's number is 2!

That means Kalierre, Ka'aen, K names are soooo out this season.
Please have them exit the competition appropriately.

The Current Drunk Spectrum:

Slizzered
R'ril
J'on

Wasted
Yoalla

I'mm no' druuuunk.
Syrene

Yep, You're Drunk
M'ta

Random Actions for this round:
M'ta starts to cry
Syrene loses an article of clothing
J'on dances on a table

After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 3 for each character. Same repetition rules apply.

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"Yes?" Serissa asked, sniffing at her glass as Kalierre stole Mi'rah's (a good thing, too - Bronzie didn't look like he could handle too much more). There was definitely alcohol in there, and a lot of it, too. She shrugged, about to sip, when suddenly... oh, well that was quite nice. Serissa responded enthusiastically to Kalierre's kiss, leaning in and not even caring that she'd sloshed more than a little beverage on the floor in an attempt to slide a hand up the Dragonhealer's leg. When the other woman broke the kiss off, Serissa couldn't help but gasp slightly, trying to replenish oxygen-starved lungs. That woman knew how to kiss.

Serissa made a face at Mi'rah's invitation, but followed it right up with a laugh. "Not 'zactly my type, Bronzer," she said, trying not to sound as breathless (or as drunk) as she felt, and also trying not to suspiciously eye his junk. But... Kalierre... "Although I s'pose I could make an exception tonight. I b'lieve my weyr is on the other side of the... walls... whatever I really really don't wanna cross bridges tonight. One of you must live closer?" Without really waiting for a response, the Bluerider straightened up, downing the rest of her glass as an afterthought, then offered a hand to help Kalierre up. The healer had a bad hip or something, right?

"Whaaaa?" Piden blinked. Everything that had just happened removed itself from his head, as his entire being focused in, tunnel-vision style, on the knife pointed at his... well, that certainly wasn't a good place for a knife tip. Not at all. The Handler had frozen without even realizing it, shrinking backwards in imperceptible fits and starts. No no no no no...

"... I need that?" he asked, plaintive and terrified. Everyone seemed to be making out instead of doing something about it, though, so he wrenched his gaze away, sliding his eyes up to M'ta's. "... Why is thiz happenin' again?" he asked, then switched to Ka'aen, who seemed like the only person who had noticed and cared that he was about to be unmanned. "Make him stop?"

He didn't really want to wait on Ka'aen to figure this out, though, so Piden grasped at straws. M'ta's hand was the problem, and his cup looked like it might be empty - a waterskin full of mysterious beverage was on the ground to his left, within M'ta's reach. It was a stretch, but Piden was willing to try literally anything. "DRINK!" he shouted, downing the rest of his glass as quickly as he could to see what M'ta would do. Please please take the blade away, please...

[Requiem]

"Popular, ish it?" Kalierre's laugh was definitely this side of tipsy - if not outright drunk - but it didn't seem to be effecting her focus all that much. The smile she shot at Serissa at the warm hand creeping up her leg was nothing short of inviting. The dragonhealer could tell by the kiss alone that the bluerider had come over with a certain someone in mind, and that someone wasn't Mi'rah. How could a woman not be flattered by that?

She couldn't suppress another giggle at the bronzerider's awkwardness. "Not into showing-off? How unudulal...unual...un-use-you-ul for a bronzie." Serissa mentioning her type set the dragonhealer off on another round of giggles. Of course not. Kalierre was beginning to suspect this woman's 'type' consisted of a single gender. Which was actually kind of sad. Oh, the limited people around her. The greenrider would have to show them how to really party.

Taking Serissa's hand, she didn't even bother pretending to stumble into the other healer; Kalierre leaned against her shamelessly. And if her hand was a bit high around the other woman's waist, her fingers questing along the edges of a nicely formed breast, well...should anyone really be surprised? 'Thaz yer cue, Rahrah. Get yer feet movin...cause I don't think Serissa's nearly as shy. And I'm gettin impashunt."

---

J'on was entirely forgotten apart from being a random slab of meat half-sprawled in M'ta's way if the brownrider wanted to leave. He certainly wasn't doing anything interesting. Not that R'ril and Piden were much better. R'ril had a disgusting look of contentment on his face as the blood dripped down it, like he was too stupid to process what was happening. Had gotten his wires crossed somewhere down the line. And Piden was doing a pathetic impression of a man with swiss cheese for brains. Where was the reaction? Sniveling was boring.

The drunken slip of a twink that wandered over to M'ta earned a brief glance, which was perhaps why he didn't notice the glass until right at the end. He twitched to the side slightly, careful to keep his arm steady, and his eyes narrowed as the glass shattered on his shoulder and sprayed shards in a nimbus around that point. With his left hand, he reached up and plucked a small shard imbedded in the side of his neck out, eyes focusing on the blood for a long moment. If he'd seemed dangerous before, the darkness in his gaze now was ten times worse.

Ka'aen's question earned him nothing but the glass sliver flicked at his face. No, M'ta addressed Piden instead. "Wha' ye think e's gonna do?" A small smirk touched the corner of his lips, as he flicked his wrist slightly to put more pressure on that little item Piden seemed so keen on protecting. "Seems ta me ye doan much need this. Snivelin loik a puss." And then the sudden shout to drink. Was that supposed to fool him?

Smiling into Piden's eyes, he reached beneath the arm holding Piden 'hostage' with his left to grasp the skin. The brownrider obviously wasn't thinking straight, considering he thought he needed to drink on some level below consciousness, but he was definitely thinking straight enough to keep his advantage. M'ta tugged the cork from the flask with his teeth and took a hefty swallow. Then, just to see if the handler would jerk and accidentally take his own junk off, the brownrider spit another mouthful right at his face.

Whatever was in that flask, though, must have been strong stuff. It hit M'ta's stomach hard and the man blinked dazedly, Piden swimming momentarily out of focus. The shift in the rider's demeanor was almost instantaneous, casual malice becoming genuine upset. "Wheuh did ye put huh, ye bastuhd?" Dropping the flask, he snatched Piden by the hair, the knife finally moving to press into the handler's belly. M'ta blinked back tears angrily. "Tell me or I'll gut ye." He hated that he couldn't stop the tracks of moisture going down his face, but it did no good to dwell on it. "Made huh jump, didn' ye? Didn' ye?!"

(M'ta:2)

[Avu]

“Um—no. Don’t do…that.”

Ka’aen waved a hand in helpful illustration, blinking in mild concern—Piden’s distress was clear enough and really, Ka’aen didn’t blame him because yeah, sharp pointy things near one’s crotch were not all fun and games, ever. Unfortunately for Piden, Ka’aen’s current lack of conscious brainpower meant that he was mostly at a loss how to respond; he wanted to just try and pull M’ta off, but who knew if the brownrider would be faster than he was, and Ka’aen didn’t think Piden would thank him for that. On the other hand, apparently Piden had his own ideas about appropriate handling of delicate situations. Mostly bewildered, Ka’aen lifted his own glass in an automatic sip at the order to do so, too out of it to consider not following the orders. It seemed like a good idea, really. And oh, look—knife no longer at his crotch.

Not that the belly was much better. A gutting was never much better.

But it was still an improvement. Ka’aen grimaced at the alcohol hitting his bloodstream, imagined that if he cut himself on something now he’d probably bleed amber. “Hey,” he muttered awkwardly, as he stepped half-sideways and half-backwards in a vague attempt at keeping his own balance, caught sight of the moisture on M’ta’s cheeks. “Don’t cry. It’s fine, everything’s fine…” Everything was not fine, actually; Ka’aen reached out to brace himself against a chair and felt, instead, fabric, clothing; body. Warm. He wasn’t quick enough to stop himself from leaning against the whoever-it-was, though, mumbling in surprise as the whoever-it-was kindly offered an arm to help support him.

Ka’aen turned, blinked at the sight of—“Z’ves, hey,” he said, and any compunctions about using someone else as a leaning post vanished; his arm hooked around the other bluerider’s waist in a sloppy half-embrace, fingers digging into his hip tightly to keep himself upright. (He was still vaguely aware that he did not, in fact, like Z’ves very much, but it was getting harder and harder to remember why when he was basically half-holding Ka’aen up—he was really grateful that he was not clinging to a chair. Clinging to an actual person seemed much more in style, considering how many people were happily demonstrating, often also attaching themselves at the mouth.)

“Um, dude,” he was sure Z’ves was probably saying something but sounds had mostly devolved into just noise, loud and buzzing, “’m like—totally drunk. Ugh. Uh, crying…” His other hand flipped out towards M’ta in what Ka’aen assumed was a crystal-clear gesture, but that same gesture made the whole world spin again and he latched onto Z’ves’s forearm, visibly swayed. “Whoa. Not smart. Fuck. Uh…”

He felt like he was walking, but he wasn’t really sure now—Ka’aen was mostly just hanging onto Z’ves, so he supposed that if Z’ves wanted him to let go he would’ve made it clearer. Like, by pushing him off or something. Until then. Ka’aen made a sleepy sound, closing his eyes against the bright blur of colors, pressed his face against Z’ves’s shoulder. “Ngh, r’mind me never ‘gain…” He was going to have such a huge hangover tomorrow. Ka’aen made a small disconsolate noise, and then wondered if M’ta had stopped crying yet. They ought to make sure—he thought. Maybe, but…that would require opening his eyes, and Ka’aen was just not up for that. He’d ask Piden how things went later. If he wasn’t, like, dead, by then. That might ruin his plans, but he’d still have an answer.

That was good.

Or—well, not, but.

You are an idiot of epic proportions, KaMine, Rhiiseth sighed.