Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Aug 18, 2011 21:17:13 GMT -5
He drained his glass and had already flagged down someone wondering around with a wineskin to fill it back up again. "Oh you know me, purveyor of the obvious." He demolished half the glass before sitting back against his chair. Perhaps agreeing to a couple of rounds had been a bad idea, especially for him. He'd never been a real heavy weight when it came to alcohol, and over the last five or six turns had barely touched the stuff at all... which meant his body might as well had never had alcohol en masse before. Three glasses of wine in and he was already feeling it. "The South..." Hmm, the pain he'd been feeling had dissipated, but his exhaustion hadn't. Had it grown even stronger? "Should never become like the North. These kids, should never have had to go through this shit."
"Don't want people hating me you know, don't want to push them too hard." He said as he filled another glass. "Don't want them turning out like me." The Councilman leaned forward and rested his chin in his hand, turning he looked at Iskierka and gave her an actual, unfiltered smile. "You don't dislike me, do you Iski?" Sitting back up he drank more of his wine. "I don't push Legatus too hard do I?" He drained the glass. "You know... I like you... Neph and Darya... and I like Elysia too. Despite always saying... saying that I hate her and stuff. Its not really true. She's kinda like that crazy older sister you know... except... not." The Brownrider shrugged, a smile still plastered on his face. "Its hard you know, being young and running a wing with amazing Riders like you and Els. Darya isn't bad either... and Nuoth is getting there. Balancing everyone so no one feels left out, making sure we're still in shape to fight..." Yawning, he got another glass full. It was hard to stop, once you stopped actually tasting the wine.
"Ahh. I'm ruining the mood aren't I! This is supposed to be... a celebration." Rubbing the bridge of his nose (did the room just spin?) E'rro polished off yet another glass before looking pointedly at Iskierka and saying, "I'm pretty sure... That... I'm going to pass out." It was lucky perhaps, that E'rro had chosen a table near the corner of the dining hall. "Soonish. Haven't had alcohol in... six turns.. So, you should... go have some fun. Doubt I'll be around much longer..." He smiled again and crossed his arms on the table to cradle his head in. An upside of being a Healer, you knew what feelings come before passing out. E'rro laid his head down on his arms. "Mmmm... I wish... I was a kid again... do... everything over. Change my past... be someone... everyone liked being around. Maybe fall in love with~" His eyes closed abruptly closed and the Councilman was no longer conscious. Shit. And he needed to get up early the next morning to tend the Dragons. Oh well... at least he looked peaceful?
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Accepting the glass from T'ri, E'iah smiled and returned the boy's fist bump a little more shyly than Ke'von had. Taking a sip of the wine, the Bluerider wiggled in appreciation. This was some good stuff, it was vinted nicely and had a nice flavor to it. He normally didn't drink but when he did, he tried to get the best stuff he could get his hands on. Wine could be love, if it suited his rather particular tastes... and having not had wine in such a long time, what he was drinking now tasted wonderful. It was a shame then, that he was participating in a drinking contest, cause wine should really be savored. E'iah stared at the contents of his glass before shrugging, downing the glass and getting another.
E'iah glanced at the Weyrling next to him over his glass as the other man started laughing, wondering what in the world could have been soo funny that the guy would go off like that. He drained half of his glass with a sigh. "Eeehk!" Jumping back a little as Ke'von laughed so hard he practically spit his wine into the air as a mixture of droplets and mist, E'iah looked at him in surprise. Was he really that drunk already? Inching closer he patted the Weyrling on his back, only slightly worried. "You shouldn't take a sip, if you're just gonna laugh it up. You okay?" He kept his own glass well away from the taller male, just in case. E'iah didn't want to drop his glass, especially when it was still half full. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to give the Weyrlings a pass for the night. Not like the age mattered though, if E'iah hadn't impressed so young, he'd could have easily been the guy's classmate.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Aug 20, 2011 16:28:59 GMT -5
Feeling oh-so cozy where he was there next to the greenrider it was easy to miss when exactly it was that his blue firelizard decided to part from him and serve as the catalyst for the following series of events. Turned away to follow Nephele's pointed finger and listen in to the conversations cropping up all around him, K'sel mindlessly reached for something to snack on. Of course the fact that he'd just had dinner - and gorged himself as if this was not only the first time he had seen real food, but as if it may be the last time that he would too - didn't matter. The brownrider had some drinking related munchies, and just about the only thing that would sate him was a handful from the bowl of mixed nuts that had been sitting on the table relatively untouched for who knows how many days. Popping a few pieces into his mouth, he turned back to find out what it was that everyone seemed to find so amusing. His eyes immediately settled on Slainte...
The firelizard, ever thankful to this T'ri fellow, crooned trying to ape the sound of a lover's contentment before dunking his head into the cup and drinking the liquid down. As he went on the blue tried his best to crawl into the cup to live in the drink he adored so much... he was willing to absorb it through his every pore if he could. Not that any of this surprised K'sel very much, sharding thing was a lush, and so his attention was easily drawn away by another handful of nuts and the sight of the host motioning to poor him a drink.
And that is when everything fell apart in slow motion.
As the name flowed out of the weyrling's mouth, there came the horrible realization of where that odd familiarity came from. T'ri? Trin...Trino... Torino! There was an understanding there as he stared down his brother in the eye... also a look of concern as the hobo realized that in his surprise a nut was sucked down his windpipe. Coordination was not a strong suit for the man the further he got after all... and between trying to say, "YOU!" he was forced to cough and choke on his unfortunate snack choice. Grabbing at his neck briefly he reached over for help from his companion, crawling into Nephele's lap for her to save him before finally hacking up and dislodging the almond (or whatever it was) from his throat out onto the table. He grabbed whatever wine it was that materialized before him and chugged it to calm his nerves and relieve him of the terror associated with nearly dying via finger foods.
He looked back over his shoulder at his brother before muttering..."Torino...." all other words were lost on him. Marina is pissed at you... occurred to him, but lacked any meaning considering the woman was probably feeling equal love/hate for himself as well. No, no, instead the ever so eloquent words, "You......keeled me!"
Meanwhile, Slainte managed to get himself stuck in the glass, merely his tail remained free which swung back and forth with little rhythm. After a moment of struggle the little goblet tipped over and broke, leaving a completely trashed firelizard passed out amongst the wreckage, burping every so often to signify he was still alive.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 21, 2011 23:02:29 GMT -5
Darya gave a heartfelt sigh aas she noticed T’mund slipping into a seat at her side. Although she was grateful that the wine had been saved the bluerider attributed that to Jagjith. Jagjith’s rider on the other hand had been nothing but a pain in the rear end, and it looked like he was set remain that way. Darya subtlely edged her chair a little further away from brownrider since he looked like he’d had more than a little too much. Sadly for Darya it just didn’t work out as T’mund took it upon himself to lean over her, place a hand on her shoulder and start slurring at her. If he says anything like 'it’s you an’ me agins’ the wurld, pal’ I am going to have to brain him and to he darkest pit with Jagjith’s feelings. It shouldn’t have been possible to mentally slur but Darya managed it, or at least the idea of it as she commented to her dragon. Azrath merely sent along his amusement.
‘Wonderful.’ Darya replied aloud to the brownrider, her voice as dry as a desert drought. She was quite certain that T’mund did mean everything he’d said and done in the raid, had no idea what he was apoligsing for, and probably had no idea what he was doing and saying now. Darya on the other hand was still in possession of all her wits (unfortunatly) and one look at the inebriated rider next to her told her that he was going to have such a headache tomorrow morning. ‘Though I hate to sound old enough to say this, you should probably stick to drinking water for the rest of the night, or you’ll wish you were dead in the morning.’ Setting a bad example for all the youngsters around her Darya thrust her glass in front of someone with a wineskin and left it there until they got the hint and filled it up again, then proceeded to drain about half of it before she turned to watch the enteratining show of K’sel choking on some kind of nut.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Aug 22, 2011 14:17:53 GMT -5
Merridan glanced over at R'men and shrugged, her face starting to smile. "Oh really?" she downed the rest of her first glass and started to pour another. "If you think you can, be my guest. What shall we bet?" She took another long drink and leaned back in seat. A glance around told her that most of other others were holding their liquor pretty well, though one of the weyrlings seem to be laughing far more than was normal and E'rro looked out cold. Well, she could certainly hold her wine better than that, she was sure.
Towards the end of the second glass, the world was looking decidedly tipsy. The idea that the wine might be to blame never entered her mind, of course, but she was feeling much more companionable than she had a moment ago. This was pretty good stuff they had brought back. Grinning wolfishly, Mer started to poor another round for herself and R'men when he finished. Maybe you should slow down? Chaoth suggested reasonably. Why? Didn't you say I should enjoy myself? Mer retorted, a slight giggled to her tone.
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Hoayamae glared after N'rik retreating form. Foolish little brat, she grumbled to herself. Wine and ale were for adults, not youngsters his age. Bad enough they were letting the weyrlings participate at all without the youngest doing it. Mark her words, if he got stupidly drunk and hurt himself, she would have some words to say to that T'ri kid! Speaking of which, she eyed him suspiciously as he passed. She wasn't so sure he would make good on his word. Wasn't he the one always skipping lessons?
Watching to be sure N'rik didn't actually succeed in getting any of the many drinks circulating, Mae took another long sip of her own. It was pretty good stuff, she had to admit, much better than the occasional swill they got sent down from Blossom. Not to mention that stuff Darya had brought back the other week, that had barely been safe for human consumption!
(Merridan: 11; Hoayamae: 4)
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Aug 22, 2011 15:43:26 GMT -5
After Sel’n downed his drink he glanced about the room taking everything in and giving a small nod to Ruliana as she spoke. M’kai’s voice brought the Weyrlingmaster’s attention back to him. “Depends on what you mean by just fine.” He teased lightly before waiting for the silence to pass. Leaning back in his chair blue eyes searched the room again lingering on E’rro and Iskierka before moving off to regard some of this weyrlings. Roselle was given a half smile before the older rider turned his attention back to M’kai again. One eyebrow rose at the Candidatemaster’s question and then Sel’n laughed. “How am I doing? It’s going to take more then a few glasses to put me under the table boy.” Grinning he held out his glass so it could be refilled. “You my friend have yourself a battle. Winner owes the other dinner at the next gather.” With a wink he toasted M’kai.
In all honestly Sel’n was feeling really good. Maybe a little bit of a light tingling sensation but not much else. With the way the man drunk like a fish though it wasn’t all that surprising that he wasn’t feeling much of anything yet. Swirling the wine around in his glass, the older rider watched E’rro animatedly talk to Iskierka with a faintly amused smile on his lips. Well look who had had a bit too much already. Who knew E’rro was such a lightweight?
The brownrider was distracted from watching the councilman however when one of his weyrlings approached him. Blinking at Roselle he smiled as she sat. “Be my guest.” Before he could say anything further to girl however the sounds of K’sel choking caught his attention and like everyone else he ended up watching the scene with a sense of morbid curiosity. Yeah everyone lets not all get up at once and go help the poor kid.
(Kinda sucks sorry but yeah brain is dead ;o; Sel’n = 13)
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Post by Sheari on Aug 22, 2011 20:39:58 GMT -5
R'men chuckled when Ke'von started laughing...just, laughing. He was sure the man would probably be told of this if he didn't remember later. The bronzer hoped he wouldn't wind up doing anything embarrassing. His mind suddenly flashed to the night he and others had defended the clutch he'd Impressed Weith from. He'd accidentally stabbed the wrong dragon, that same dragon had betweened. He knew he shouldn't, but he had felt guilty then and now, a tinge coiled in his gut. The wine Merridan poured for him, however, killed that snake before it could grow and his light mood returned without even leaving.
"I'm not sure..." he said. He didn't have enough marks to make any available for gambling. "Hmm," he rubbed his chin in thought, swirling the drink in his glass. "Pants!" he cried, almost a bit too happy to have found something he could wager. Because, after all, who didn't have a spare pair of pants? "I will bet you a pair of pants, Mer!" he said with confidence. He was feeling his drink, but not nearly enough yet (he didn't think) to lose. Shall I take a talon and open your drawer to pick out a clean pair to give to Chaoth's or shall I allow you? I don't think she would be too happy with something that is not clean.[/i] Weith, the pinnacle of confidence in his bonded. He had become more privy to the thoughts of the man via slight intoxication. Oh yes, the dragon was MOST DEFINITELY going to take advantage of it.
Chaoth, clutchbrother, do you think Yours would fit into a pair of Mine's legs?[/i] He might know...
((My lucky number 2!! <3))
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 22, 2011 22:57:19 GMT -5
Oh wow. That drink had more of a kick than she thought. The girl vaguely remembered thinking that maybe, quite possible it hadn’t been such a good idea to take such a big drink of something completely unknown. Unfortunately, the damage had been done and she was now her mind was starting to get a little foggy. When Ruliana spoke, Ten flashed her a glare, narrowing those dark eyes of her’s.
“ I do no give you anything. You took it from me!” Her voice was raised slightly and her accent was thicker than it might have normally been had she not just taken a giant swig of something pretty strong.
She wasn’t too terribly buzzed to not notice C’oar’s arrival. She didn’t quite comprehend him taking her drink though, not until he had replaced it with another. There. That was better. She heard him say the other drink’s name through a mouthful of wine before that too was taken away from her. “ We were no going anywhere…” She said, eyeing C’oar critically. “ We were just eating…and drinking.” She said once before moving to take her quickal away from the man. Despite how disgusting it was, the drink was starting to grow on her.
“ What about you?” She said, eyeing the man as best she could through buzzed eyes. The girl stumbled slightly and suddenly wished for something to lean on, but that would mean she was drunk, and Tenlie couldn’t possibly be drunk yet. Somewhere, in the back of her mind a green dragon chuckled, but Ten ignored it for the moment. It wasn’t fun trying to look through the fog.
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Post by Ruby on Aug 23, 2011 1:01:42 GMT -5
T'mund slumped sideways, giggling a little when he caught himself on Darya's shoulder. "Y'do sound old," he chuckled, drinking the rest of whatever was in his glass to prove it. That was the end for for T'mund, though; slumping down even further, he mumbled something unintelligible, then passed out with his head in Darya's lap. One arm drooped down her knee towards the floor, the other was stuck awkwardly under his head, his elbow jabbing up towards Darya's chest. If she wanted to roll him off on to the floor and escape... well let's just say it would be pretty easy.
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M'kai raised an eyebrow at Sel'n when he noticed Roselle making a beeline for their table, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he lifted his glass, tilting it in Sel'n's direction. "You have a bet, my friend." Draining his glass to seal the deal, M'kai had to pause for a second as he almost wobbled off the bench, steadying himself with his free hand and chuckling slightly. Maybe this wasn't the best idea - M'kai could feel the wine going to his head already, and he was still sitting down. Everyone knew that alcohol didn't really hit you until you stood up, which he supposed wasn't a problem, as he intended to stay seated all night.
Of course, then K'sel started choking, Roselle was actually so bold as to take a seat next to Sel'n and make eyes at him, and someone started shouting. M'kai recognized that voice.... and a glace over his shoulder confirmed his suspicions. Isori indeed. Standing up without thinking about it, M'kai leaned forward with both hands on the table (to cover up the slight waver caused by his suddenly whirling head). "Honor system, Sel'n," M'kai said, sounding sterner than he'd meant to. "We'll compare how many beverages we have consumed tomorrow. In the mean time, I'll leave you to your Weyrling. Looks like I have to go fetch mine." That last bit about the Weyrlings was delivered with one eyebrow raised skeptically, and playfully; if Sel'n knew who M'kai was talking about, he was welcome to ask later, but the Candidatemaster was gone. Maybe T'ri?
But no, M'kai headed for Isori, although there were enough people crowded around that Sel'n likely wouldn't see where he'd gone. Coming up next to Isori, M'kai slid an arm around her waist, guiding her to the outskirts of the crowd and selecting a glass from her collection. "What'er you looking for?" he asked, drinking with one hand and leaving the other on her waist. It may or may not have been to hold himself steady. Leaning in, he pushed a lock of hair off her face with the hand that held his half-empty glass, murmuring, "Better not be some other boy, I might be jealous."
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"KASELLA" T'ri repeated, in response to his brother's shout of You. After all, whatever those knots on his shoulder said about Kasella being a rider, T'ri felt like it was probably his duty to make sure everyone know how silly and girly his brother's name was. Then Kasella started hacking and coughing, and there was nothing for T'ri to do but take a few steps over to his older brother, filling his wine glass for him (with quickal, because honestly, why would Kasella pick wine when there was something stronger?)
It was only a moment or two before Kasella recovered, and T'ri somewhat self-consciously adjusted the suspiciously goldenrod fabric tied around his waist as a belt. "I didn't kill you," the Weyrling drawled, reaching down to flick a nut at his big brother, "Although your hair and beard may yet. Hobo-chic is soooooo obvious for a place like Burimyu, please try to consider the children." Taking a seat next to Nephele - there was no room next to Kasella - he leaned over the Greenrider as if she didn't exist, swirling his cup of whatever he was drinking and asking, "I thought you were a harper."
((I need to pick a number for M'kai (8) before I pick the round number.
This round's number is 5!
That means Roselle, C'oar, and Hoayamae have all hit the bottle just a little too hard. Your characters need to exit the competition by becoming unable to continue. See above post for ideas <3
The Current Drunk Spectrum
I'mm no' druuuunk. Nephele Ruliana
Yep, You're Drunk Merridan Ten M'kai R'men
Pretty Buzzed K'sel E'iah Isori
Feelin' It Iskierka Darya
Slight tingles? Sel'n Ke'von
Random Actions for this round: (went slightly hog-wild, sorry) K'sel spills a drink on someone. Iskierka drunk-dials the council via dragons. Darya can no longer taste the alcohol. (Pick two numbers for Darya this round, the one closer to the round number gets used!)
After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 10.))
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Aug 23, 2011 10:14:23 GMT -5
The next series of events had K'sel choking in her lap and, though she could hardly complain about the change of position, she glared at T'ri for surprising K'sel so. Then Nephele rolled her eyes at everyone else for watching. Not everyone get up to help at once. Granted, all she'd been able to do was rub his back comfortingly since he'd kind of been sprawled awkwardly on her. Crisis over, Nephele downed another glass (or glass and a half, she wasn't sure) and tried to figure out why she was suddenly so bothered by T'ri. He was usually so entertaining.
It took her until T'ri sat down and leaned over her like nothing doing that she realized they were ignoring her. Somehow that seemed so fitting of that family. As if she hadn't been long lost to K'sel until their odd rendevouz on the beach too. Now, under normal circumstances Nephele would have bore with it or slipped away quietly. As it was, she was trapped under a K'sel and far more outspoken drunk than any other time. And drunk she was, quite so. Unintentionally loud, the pouting greenrider demanded, "S'cuse me, you backward fashion brothers but if yooou're gunna ignore me I want out."
Her speech was surprisingly clear for one as drunk as she, though that may have to do with the fact that she was concentrating so very hard on what she was saying jsut to be able to say it. Not that the drunk slur wasn't there at all either. Nephele grumbled a little more quietly to herself and started shoving at K'sel. She'd wanted to snuggle with him earlier but clearly T'ri was a tad bit more important at that moment. Fiiiine by her. She could go cuddle with...uh...Darya! Look, T'mund was all over her. She wouldn't mind another.
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Iskierka had anticipated liquid vomit at some point during the night. She hadn't expected word vomit, especially not from E'rro. When he started she raised a brow both in surprise and undeniable amusement. A small smile slowly began to spread across her face and she was forced to hide it behind her glass or risk E'rro stopping. There was no way she would interrupt the inner thoughts of her Wingleader pouring out. Besides, he clearly wanted to share, no? Far be it from her to stop someone pouring their hearts out. They could deal with the consequences of who they told such stuff to.
She hadn't quite expected all he had to say though. She opened her mouth to respond to his questions but he plowed on seemingly oblivious and she let it go with a little negative shake of her head. The bluerider really didn't hate the boy (and boy he was, in her mind) and though she couldn't quite admit to herself that she liked any of Legatus she could say she trusted them, to a certain extent. (So, you know, she actually did like them and just refused to admit it. She was just a stubborn old git.) That he admitted he liked all of Legatus brought a pleasantly surprised little smile to Iskierka's face again.
Wouldn't Elysia love to know all of this? But no, this was Iskierka's little secret. She was beginning to think that E'rro wouldn't remember that night the way he was going. She turned away from her mental musings as E'rro mentioned being a mood killer and she merely shook her head again. He was far more entertaining than most. It was a pity that he was passing out, as he'd said. She had a vague thought that he'd have a killer headache the next day but it came and went without much notice.
Iskierka stayed until the brownrider was completely out before downing her glass again and standing. She didn't much fancy drinking alone so she had to find some new company. The bluerider hesitated a moment before saying to the sleeping E'rro, "Have good dreams, E'rro. Fall in love or something." By the time she decided on her new company, K'sel and his choking fit had stolen all the attention and she slipped into a seat at Sel'n's table in time to watch M'kai leave. "Looks like that brownrider bit off a bit more than he could chew," she commented to the air before actually letting out a slight giggle.
Glancing briefly at the others she noticed Darya's predicament and giggled again, nudging Sel'n to point it out to him. "Perhaps someone ought to actually help her?" Ioth. Hey, hey Ioth! Pass a message, would ya? Tell the Council I have something to say to them. She'd meant just Darya, really, but a tiny slip had Ioth confusedly contacting Azrath, Ismaorth, and Salenth and saying, Mine apparently has something to say to Yours'? She didn't tell me what...She is a little drunk.
((Neph: 3. Iski: 9. Jazz can now be tagged as there, if anyone wants to harass my bluerider.))
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Aug 23, 2011 13:25:40 GMT -5
Well this was all so horribly confusing for him, not to mention painful, but in ways that he couldn't quite put a finger on (well for now anyway, he had yet to injure himself). At very least there was the dulled knowledge between soothing swipes of the hands on his back that this could all be forgotten by the time he woke up in the morning. What happened at Burifest stayed in Burifest right?
He narrowed his eyes and screwed his face into a pout at Torino - yes it was Torino as long as the waif continued to say Kasella - before remarking, "What children? Are... you.... jelly?" Of course K'sel hadn't meant to use the slang term, it just came out as such with all the huffing and puffing he was doing to try and recapture his breath. Gathering all the air his lungs could handle, the brownrider was about to make yet another smart remark about his sibling's own coif - because he certainly wasn't going to go and explain his, why on Pern would he have to justify looking like a mountain man when he was one for some time - when he found himself cut off by the once healing hands. Why. Are. I. Am. Being. Shoved!
"NooooOOOooOoo...." he whined out in his scratchy booze scoured tone as he tried to shield himself from Neph attacks. Eventually he just slipped down her legs to the floor, anchoring himself by wrapping a hand around her calf and looking back up at the party host. Did he say something about being a harper? Oh fuck that, he wasn't opening that can of worms tonight, "Yeah well. I thought you ran off with a 3 fingered man named Rumpelsteen who wanted you in the... in the circus..." he explained before giving a rather loud stage whisper to Nephele, "Marina thought he might had been sold into slavery as part of an illegal fellis ring..." a pause, "is that my tunic?" Oh yes, easily distracted he was by the flash of goldenrod wrapped around his brother's waist and he immediately clamored to his feet.
"You sir were a part of a conspiracy..." he had by now grabbed the glass of quickal and began drinking from it heavily, but not without pausing a few times to gesticulate wildly, his arms swinging to the sides as they were prone to do when excited by a story or idea, "to hide my clothes..." it sounded like drunken rambling, but sadly he was quite lucid while saying this. The two of them more often than not shared clothing as children back in the days before the younger one shot up in height, and K'sel suspected that on more than one occasion that the articles he particularly liked were hidden before he could wear them. Sadly, one part of him didn't quite have the motor control that his mouth was displaying, and his hand reared back too far, knocking an unattended drink across the table and into a laughing Ke'von's lap.
It was a good thing K'sel was oblivious to this fact, otherwise he would have stopped and offered to lick the beverage up.
((1 again... Edit: also I didn't know who was sitting/standing and who was in proximity of spillage so I picked someone at random. Edit 2: Whoever does get spilled on reserves the right to retaliate/punch K'sel in the back of the head. Whatever.))
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Post by Ivy on Aug 23, 2011 19:04:51 GMT -5
Roselle sat down next to the Weyrlingmaster with another giggle - which was followed by her downing the rest of her glass. To give her courage, or something like that. As M'kai left with a comment about leaving Sel'n to 'his' Weyrling, Roselle's face turned a deeper shade of red and she scooted closer to Sel'n. Of course then there was a fuss about some rider choking - had she been in possession of all her senses she would have cared more - as it were she kept her eyes trained on Sel'n. "I... dun... theenk... Eh've told youuu..."
Talking was so difficult all of the sudden. Why was it so hard to tell him how much she admired him and how much she enjoyed lessons? Deciding to take a more direct approach she leaned in...
And then another rider was there, another woman was there. Immediately Roselle pulled back away from Sel'n, but the sudden movement had her toppling out of her chair onto the floor. Dazed she laid there for a few minutes before reaching up to the table to find her glass. Someone had filled it, and though it was quite obvious she didn't need more to drink, she pulled it down and took one anyway. Nevermind the fact half of the wine ended up dribbling down her chest and shirt, she certainly didn't notice. Leaving the half empty glass on the floor she focused a much as she could as she tried to push herself up. Failing she fell back on her second plan, crawling.
Best plan in the world? No. One that worked? Seemed to be. Crawling slowly, very slowly since the world was spinning, she managed to make it as far as T'ri before she decided to try once more to get up. Deep breath and she pushed up off the floor. Swaying back and forth a moment she grabbed a hold of the Blueweyrling's shoulder to steady herself. The woman he was leaning over didn't seem too happy about him being there so Roselle pulled on him, "T... T...T'riiiiiiiiiii."
Glancing back towards Sel'n - or what she assumed was Sel'n, when had everything become so blurry?? - she looked back at T'ri once more. "T'riiiiii." Before she could stop herself - not that she could have with how drunk she was anyways - she slipped into his lap and kissed him smack dab on the lips. At least she knew he wouldn't ignore her for some other woman. (Not that Sel'n really had, but in HER drunkard mind he had, since yanno, he didn't immediately jump on her.)
Her head then promptly fell against his shoulder and she passed out. Whoops.
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A brow arched as the other rider snapped at her a bit. She'd never known the Greenrider to be snappy - usually she was rather happy and friendly. Must have been whatever she had drank - though Ruliana couldn't blame her much, it had been very strong. Happy to sip on the wine her quickal had been replaced with (Tenlie taking back the cup of quickal she'd drank from did not go unnoticed) she glanced between the other two riders. At least Ten wasn't being snappy just with her.
Different things began to happen around her, seemingly all at once. Someone was yelling, someone else was choking, a kid was sulking, someone spilled a drink, lots of the Weyrlings were giggling, and at least two people were now passed out.
Not Ruliana though, she had been at many a social gathering and she could hold her wine with the best of them. Or so she was telling herself. Never mind the slight grogginess she felt in her mind when she tried to think about things - such as recalling names when she saw a person's face. Or the slight haze to her vision, it just made everything look so much... nicer.
Ruli-love, are you alright?[/color] Amalath decided to check in on her rider. She didn't mind the happiness coming from Hers, but the haziness was worrisome to the Green. Yes Hers had drank before, but this time it was different. This time Hers had had a bit too much.
I... am... fine. When had thinking become so difficult? No matter, Ruliana was feeling fantastic, the best she'd felt since they'd come to Burimyu honestly.
The Greenrider began to hum again as she looked at her glass. She would have sang but the lyrics to what she was humming were lost to her and she didn't care to try and remember them.
You are drunk Ruli-love. The Green's concern was clear when she spoke once more to Hers, Come back and rest Ruli-love, you'll be sick in the morning if you don't.
I... I ah-m not dr-drunk. Ruliana retorted, taking another nice long sip of her drink as if to prove it. No, she wasn't drunk she just felt really, really good.
((Ruliana: 3))
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Post by dragon on Aug 24, 2011 0:46:37 GMT -5
C'oar offered one of his rather rare smiles to Ruliana. He didn't have the first inkling who she was, but she seemed nice enough. The same couldn't quite be said for Tenlie, however. Apparently she was attempting to be a mean drunk... and failing somewhat at it, as half what she said didn't make any sense at all to him. Sliding into the seat he'd been offered, C'oar took a moment to consider it.
He didn't get very far with the effort however, as with his previous musings it was quickly decided to be unimportant when the logical strings that were normally so easy to follow were too broken to make sense of. Not that he was making much sense, either... wow, that quickal must be some really strong stuff if it was making him think like that! He looked at it for a moment before giving it another experimental taste. He'd never drunk any of it before tonight, but he'd known about it because his uncle had favored it, back in his home forge. It sure seemed rather potent toward the effects of getting drunk, all without consuming a whole lot of it. Maybe that was why his uncle had liked it so much? It sure didn't taste like much, in his opinion. Definitely an acquired taste, that.
But he still had some of his wits about him. Tenlie had snatched the quickal back again, and defiantly taken a lug of it. That, that just wouldn't do. He needed to get it away from her before she hurt herself. But, clearly, she was going to need distracting to manage that feat without hurting her in the process, because she was clearly going to be ornery about it. Though ... she was starting to waver on her feet already. Clearly it was affecting her pretty hard too.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." C'oar said, rather lucidly given the state his mind was feeling in. Completing thoughts was starting to get more difficult before he leaped to a new topic all of a sudden. The only thing he really stayed focused on was getting that glass away from Tenlie. That, remarkably enough, stuck with him.
Reaching up to her, he scooped her off her feet with one arm, depositing her in the chair next to where he was sitting before she fell down from her enthusiastic imbibing. Diversion tactics, that was what he needed. So he did the first thing that came to mind; something he certainly had never done before and certainly wouldn't have done in this situation had he been sober. Catching a hold of Tenlie, he dragged her over far enough to kiss her. Just long enough to steal her glass from her and move it down the table as far as he could reach.
Or at least ... that was the theory. Somehow he missed the edge of the table, and when he let go it dropped to the floor and smashed. Which was not at all what he had expected to have happen, and the sound of it drew his attention. Which was all well and good since he fully expected to get smacked for that... maybe twice.
Sharditall, now he was going to have to clean his boots.
Deciding that people just weren't going to get out of her way, Isori did the next logical thing. At least, in her more-than-tipsy state it seemed logical enough. She was going to climb up on the tables and travel that way, and certainly be able to see plenty far enough too!! Wonderful things, tables, making her taller than everyone else. Clutching her glasses to her chest with one hand and arm, she reached out for the table with the other hand, stepping up onto a chair with her feet. She had only just started to reach for the table top with the next step when she suddenly found herself airborne and going entirely the wrong way. Who ever had a hold of her waist was awfully strong!!!
Naturally, she squealed in protest. Quickly finding her feet again, she stumbled along as she was more or less towed along to the edge of the party. The edge was not a fun place to be!! Isori started to form a protest a few times, before she finally got her feet organized and took the opportunity to look up at who had a hold of her. Not that she really had to, that voice was all but unmistakable. "M'kai!" She gushed. Okay, maybe the edge of the party wasn't such a bad place after all. She didn't even protest when he stole one of her glasses of booze.
"What am I looking for?" Isori repeated, blindsided by the question. It certainly wasn't what she'd expected him to say first. So instead of actually answering the question she just watched him drink. But then she grinned when he moved one of her flyaways, and then giggled. "Some other boy, M'kai? Some other? Other?" She burst into giggles again, before getting up on her toes to kiss him. "Are you calling yourself a boy?" She teased playfully, before smacking her lips thoughtfully. "Whatever you just had, I like the taste of that one..." Stealing his glass back, she tasted it and then gave it back while sporting another thoughtful look. Which directly preceded her stealing another kiss. "I like it better on you than on me." Isori laughed, before trying one of the other two glasses she had. Coughing after ward, she reached over to set it down anywhere she could. "Ow!"
"No, silly. Why would I be looking for a boy when I've got my very own man, hm?" Isori answered finally, tilting her head slightly to one side as she looked up at him again. If she had been sober enough to think about it, she might have been touched to know that he'd be jealous. But at the moment that detail got right past her. Slipping her free arm around his torso, she hugged him tightly in an effort to stay vertical. Mostly because she was mistaking his unsteadiness for her own. Which she found completely odd, since just a moment ago she'd been fully prepared to mount a table and go traipsing along it ... maybe kicking drinks off into people's laps.
T'was a shame she didn't get to try that...
But hey, getting to hug M'kai was better anyway!
((1))
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Kisha-Ra
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Happier'n a pig in mud ABOUT WHERBABIES!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 24, 2011 12:25:15 GMT -5
Ah, apparently K’sel was saved from death by nuts. Darya wasn’t totally sure that was a good thing; it had been a source of mass entertainment after all. T’mund got a free dirty look for saying she sounded old, even though she’d warned him that she was going to sound old. Sadly the brownrider failed to heed her second warning, which left Darya in a rather unfortunate situation, one in which she had a person she moderately detested paseed out in her lap.
While she considered her predicement Darya drained the rest of her glass, then frowned, all thoughts of how best to dispose of T’mund temporarily forgotten, peered into her empty glass. After a moment she sniffed the glass thoughtfully. Yep, still smelled of alcohol, so what the hell was wrong with it because- Darya’s thought paused as she ran her tongue around the rim of the glass, -she couldn’t taste any alcohol in the wine. Still frowning thoughtfully Darya leaned across the table to grab someone else’s glass, muttered a curse, rubbed the spot where she’d just impaled herself on T’mund’s pointy elbow, and proceeded to drain that too. Nothing.
Well, maybe the problem was just with the wine the bluerider decided, thoughts slightly muddled by the amount of wine she’d just downed. Spirits had far more alcohol in them, she’d obviously be able to taste that. Rising from her seat (and letting T’mund slide to the floor at her feet with a bump) Darya went in search of quickal or spirits of wine, both of which she’d seen around here tonight. It didn’t take an epic journey before she came across some kind of spirit that smelled powerful enough to take the varnish off furniture. That would do nicely. Darya up ended the bottle into her glass, or a glass she was now claiming anyway, it might have been hers, it was empty anyway so no one else would want to claim it.
Ioth says his has a message for you, He also says she’s drunk, you are too so you should understand what she’s saying.[/color] Azrath passed on Ioth’s message, with his own addition as Darya was busy glaring into a half empty glass. How dare it not taste of booze?! She could smell it in there... Well alright I guess, I’ll find her. I’m not drunk though, this booze only smells of booze. Darya grumbled at her dragon since everyone else around seemed to be involved in making out or passing out.
One rather unsteady walk later Darya came to rest behind Iskierka and Sel’n and leaned over them to put a hand on the table to steady herself, for drinks that were hiding their alcohol these were certainly making her wonky all of a sudden. ‘Isskierka, what d’yoou want?’ Darya’s unacknowledged drunkeness caused her to draw out some syllables comically. ‘inccidently, do your drinks taste right? Mine don’t seem to have any alcohol in them, although they smell like they should.’ Turning to Sel’n she waved her glass under his nose. ‘Don’t you think this should have alcohol in it?’ she aksed him seriously.
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Rowana
Hive Mind
Handler Roivao Rider G'tor Rider Merridan Rider T'ke Rider N'rik Handler Porita Rider Farryl Rider Kyr'n[/color
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Post by Rowana on Aug 24, 2011 14:28:19 GMT -5
Hoayamae poured herself another glass of the sweet wine. It had been too long since she'd really taken the time to relax, she realized. It had always been so tense, and more recently gloomy, around Burimyu. It was so good to see everyone enjoying themselves for a change, just as if they were home with those they'd left behind. Of course, some were enjoying themselves more than others, Mae rolled her eyes. They were making quite the mess. T'ri had promised help, but she had a feeling she would be waiting for more than one of them to wake up or be dragged out of the Hall before they could clean.
Starting to feel pleasantly tingling from the wine, Mae entertained herself watching some of the others. A pity they didn't have wine more often, or some of these youngsters might hold it better! Some of them were already acting very silly and had probably had far too much. Taking a moment to glare at C'oar and the new mess he'd made, Mae failed to notice the small shadow sneaking up on her from under the table. A sneaky little hand reached up to inch her glass towards the edge of the table. As yet unaware, Mae reached automatically for the glass without looking, only to have her hand push it the rest of the way. With a shattering crash, and a boy's cry of dismay, the wine glass fell to the floor.
"N'rik you little brat!" Mae bellowed after the fleeing boy. She charged around the tables in her limping gate, heedless of looks cast in her direction. That boy was going to wash dishes for a month for this! Making a mess and wasting fine wine to boot! "When I catch you, boy, you'll regret that! Now stop running a face me like a man!"
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"Pants, huh?" Merridan eyed R'men entirely too happily for a sober person. Her eyes traveled down below his belt and she raised an eyebrow meaningfully. Then she giggled, feeling far too amused. Maybe she was drinking a bit too fast, but who cared. This was fun! "Well if you say so, R'men," she agreed, managing to stifle the giggles long enough to take another drink. "But don't you think we'd both look rather silly without them?" She toasted her friend joyfully. Really she could care less about the pants, but she still intended to win. She was doing well so far, wasn't she?
(Mer: 6)
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Aug 24, 2011 14:52:37 GMT -5
E'iah made sure Ke'von was okay before going back to his own drink, tipping the rest away into his mouth. Blue eyes swept the room, hesitating on each happy (or otherwise) face in the crowd, until that is, he focused on the man sitting beside Merridan. Another glass disappeared into his stomach as he leaned back against the table, not noticing as he was given a refill by some merry party goer. He was distracted. Raising the rim to his lips, E'iah eyed the man thoughtfully. He was a Bronzerider, wasn't he? Rode the Bronze with that weird tree marking on his ass. What was his name... R'men? Yeah, that was it. Lifting the glass higher, the Bluerider watched as a dribble of wine slid down the side before licking it clean in a deliberately sexual way. E'iah was starting to really feel that alcohol, and it felt good.
He ran a finger around the rim before draining the remaining wine from it. Glancing over at Ke'von as the new guy spilled on him, E'iah pressed the glass lightly against his lips to obscure his smile. Raising an eyebrow, the Rider leaned over and snagged a material napkin from the table and sauntered over to the Weyrling. He draped the napkin over the man's shoulder, brushing awfully close in the process. "You should soak that up... it stains." He wasn't quite drunk enough yet to offer to help clean it off of him, but he'd certainly watch the other man do it. He wouldn't deny that Ke'von was rather cute, but then again, he was no Bronzerider.
Still, it was okay to flirt with more than one guy at a party. Play the field... diversify... sample the plausible, whatever you wanted to call it. So long as he didn't lead one on too far, then hook up with another. Yet, wouldn't it just be so fantastic if two strong looking guys were just all in a rile over him. Chuckling at his own inward fantasies, E'iah took a long pull of wine, all the while switching his attention between R'men, Ke'von and (at the last moment) T'ri. Well at least he was getting some action tonight. Biting the corner of his lip, the Bluerider slid a hand into one of his back pockets and sighed.
(3)!
--PS: Isma is waiting to hear what Iski has to say. Lol. >>--
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