Post by Sebz on Dec 16, 2012 11:25:47 GMT -5
It really was unfortunate for Eselda that Nogoth had taken an unhealthy liking to the effects of alcohol. It was lucky that Eselda had a surprisingly high tolerance for the drink, but to Nogoth's delight, that meant that her rider could consume more of the wonderful stuff before passing out, it wasn't nearly as fun when Nogoth's was being a dead weight. What a party pooper.
Equally unfortunate was the lack of resistance that Eselda was able to muster when being pressed my her dragon. As soon as the first drink went down her gullet, she was quite amiable to the idea of drinking a second... and a third...
Which was exactly how she was, at three o clock in the afternoon, tipsy in the great hall. Well perhaps tipsy was not the right term, because she was well on here way to being down right drunk. Drunk as a skunk. Another? Nogoth prodded, her own eyes spinning languidly from the effects of the drinks. Eselda bobbed her head eagerly and giggled, standing up to get another. She wobbled precariously before righting herself. Why were the chairs dancing? Nogoth picked up on the thought from the feeding grounds where she was feasting herself, and bared her teeth in a draconic grin. She was not to far gone to realize that Eselda was right where she wanted her.
The green rider ambled up the aisles, placing her feet carefully, trying not to fall. It really wasn't fair of the ground to play tricks on her like this, it was quite rude actually. What if she tried to play tricks on it? That would teach the floor. Let's quench our thirst, Nogoth prodded again, excitement coursing through the mental link. The green dragon absolutely adored the tingle of alcohol on their tongues. "Yes, more sounds like a good idea," Eselda said out loud, seemingly addressing an empty chair before tipping her cup to her mouth.
Equally unfortunate was the lack of resistance that Eselda was able to muster when being pressed my her dragon. As soon as the first drink went down her gullet, she was quite amiable to the idea of drinking a second... and a third...
Which was exactly how she was, at three o clock in the afternoon, tipsy in the great hall. Well perhaps tipsy was not the right term, because she was well on here way to being down right drunk. Drunk as a skunk. Another? Nogoth prodded, her own eyes spinning languidly from the effects of the drinks. Eselda bobbed her head eagerly and giggled, standing up to get another. She wobbled precariously before righting herself. Why were the chairs dancing? Nogoth picked up on the thought from the feeding grounds where she was feasting herself, and bared her teeth in a draconic grin. She was not to far gone to realize that Eselda was right where she wanted her.
The green rider ambled up the aisles, placing her feet carefully, trying not to fall. It really wasn't fair of the ground to play tricks on her like this, it was quite rude actually. What if she tried to play tricks on it? That would teach the floor. Let's quench our thirst, Nogoth prodded again, excitement coursing through the mental link. The green dragon absolutely adored the tingle of alcohol on their tongues. "Yes, more sounds like a good idea," Eselda said out loud, seemingly addressing an empty chair before tipping her cup to her mouth.
