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Post by Rei on Aug 24, 2011 19:27:43 GMT -5
Well thankfully it seemed that K’sel had somehow dislodged whatever had been stuck in his throat. Good Sel'n wouldn’t have to play hero then. Tipping his glass back he drained it and then raised a brow at M’kai. “Honor system hmm?” Considering that the Candidatemaster seemed to already be unsteady on his feet Sel’n was willing to bet that he was going to be the winner of their little game. The brownrider still wasn’t feeling much of anything and it looked like the rest of the room was in varying stages of intoxication. Pity. He wasn’t about to play babysitter for a room full of drunks. Well not unless some of those drunks were his weyrlings. He had however caught M’kai’s comment about his weyrling. Now whatever could the bluerider mean by that? Before he could work it out through a comment and a giggle caught his attention and he blinked at Roselle. When had the girl gotten so close?
For another matter he really wasn’t sure what she was trying to drunkenly slur at him. For a brief moment Sel’n was reminded of the time Nephele had gotten drunk and slipped into his lap. Apparently he was highly attractive to drunken greenriders. “Roselle, hun.” Speaking in a level tone he started to reach out to steady her as she leaned in. “I think you’ve had a bit too much.” Before the Weyrlingmaster could go further however another giggle caught his attention and his head turned in that direction in the same moment that Roselle pulled back and toppled onto the floor. Unfortunately Sel’n didn’t notice this because he was rather shocked.
Blue eyes widened slightly when they fixed on the woman who had just giggled. Iskierka? That was one noise he never ever expected to hear leave that woman’s throat. Sel’n chuckled. Well, well, a drunk Iskierka. Wonders never ceased.
Completely willing to take advantage of this, just to see what would happen, The older rider leaned forward and refilled her glass with something a little stronger. “Oh he completely has. I think he underestimates my experience in the realm of drinking.” Offering the bluerider a wry smile he accepted the woman’s nudge, his eyes reflecting his amusement with the whole situation before he hazarded a glance in the direction Iskierka was pointing. At the sight of T’mund sprawled out in Darya’s lap Sel’n laughed. “Help her? That’s probably the first man she’s had in her lap in awhile. Shame he’s not awake.” Giving Iskierka a wink he refilled his own glass and downed half of it before he noticed that Darya had deposited the passed out brownrider unceremoniously onto the floor and had begun an unsteady trek towards them.
When the bluerider shoved her glass under his nose Sel’n raised an eyebrow and sniffed at the beverage before offering her an amused smile. “I would say yes Darya. That certainly smells like it should knock you on your ass.” And by the looks of it if the older woman didn’t sit down that would be exactly where she was heading. Nodding to a chair he smiled at the council member. “Why don’t you join me and Iskierka here? We can complain about all the young idiots that reside in this weyr and compare epitaphs for our tombstones.”
(Sel’n picks 7)
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 24, 2011 20:13:06 GMT -5
The quickal was positively disgusting. No way would she drink anymore of it if she had been sober. The problem with the drink came down to Tenlie’s tolerance level, which wasn’t high. She had got pretty buzzed after one…albeit giant…sip. After another rather large one, she looked down into the glass, wondering seriously where the rest of her drink went. Her lips folded into a pout and she wavered where she stood, dark eyes shifting to Ruliana as the girl started to hum. The song sounded familiar, but in her pleasantly fogged mind, she couldn’t really make it out.
“ What are you sing…” Before she had gotten the rest of the words out of her mouth, she was suddenly lifted off of her feet. Ten shrieked, flailing her legs in drunken confusion. As far as she knew, she had drank herself into a stupor and she was falling backwards. Fortunately for her, she conveniently landed in a chair behind her. For the briefest of seconds, her eyes widened and looked to her hand, relieved that her drink was fine. That was before C’oar was in front of her and his lips were on her’s. Eyes widened even more, for a moment, drunk!Tenlie was in shocked silence, that was, until she heard a crashing of glass and the rest of her quickal was all over the floor.
The girl jerked away from C’oar, onto her shaky feet. She stared down almost blankly at the ruined shards of her glass, and the precious liquid that was all over the floor. Even in her state, she didn’t even think of licking it off the floor. Rajnith would have a fit. “ What’d you do that for?” She pouted at the floor, though her words were clearly aimed towards C’oar. She flashed the man a glare and stalked off. She wanted to ask him about that kiss, but first, she needed more alcohol. Much. More. Alcohol. She didn’t quite stalk as much as stumble towards someone at random.
She fell into K’sel right as he spilled his drink onto Ke’von, and she anchored herself on the brownrider’s arm, pouting back as where he spilled his drink. “ Why’d you do that?” She looked longingly at the quickal for a moment. “ What a waste.” After a moment, she tried to steady herself by hanging onto K’sel’s arm. Then she tugged on his shirt. “ Hey, hey, hey. Doya have anymore of that?” She eyed his empty glass.
What she wouldn’t do for some more quickal.
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 25, 2011 13:44:55 GMT -5
Absolutely ignoring Nephele - reunion with long lost brother/partner in crime took precedence, bros before hos and all that - T'ri continued leaning across her, effectively trapping her in the chair. "I did run off with Rumpelsteen, and the circus was a cover, but it wasn't a fellis ring..." T'ri left the story there (he loved being mysterious about his past), and anyway, he had a more pressing fashion-related emergency to deal with. "No, it's not your tunic, it's a sash, and it's mine," the Blueweyrling said, just a touch defensive.
He was interrupted, however, by the sounds of breaking glass, and K'sel spilling his whole cup of whatever. Staring pointedly at those responsible, T'ri lead a chorus of "OOOOOO! Party foul!" Hopefully the people that were breaking things (things HE would need to clean up, or at least trick someone else in to cleaning up for him) knew that they were no longer welcome. K'sel could stay... the rest not so much.
All of a sudden, he felt his shoulder being pulled on. Turning with a slightly quizzical look, T'ri came face to face with a slurring, weaving Roselle. If Nephele wanted to escape, now was the time. Before the Blueweyrling could think, his fellow Greenweyrling had stumbled onto his lap. With a significant look at his brother, T'ri turned back just in time to get a fairly serious kiss on the lips. Well, wasn't that entertaining. Kissing the Greenweyrling back, T'ri found himself disappointed - but unsurprised - when Roselle moved her head to his shoulder and passed out. Well, at least he'd gotten SOME action.
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Oh, drunk Isori was fun. Not that M'kai wasn't drunk himself - Lights were brighter, everything was a touch blurry around the edges, and the normally gorgeous Isori was an absolute knockout. Even better, she kept kissing him and no one seemed inclined to bother them about it, although that could be because M'kai was quite a bit taller and broader than the Weyrling, and he was between her and most of the rest of the crowd. Brushing a bit of hair behind her ear in a gesture that M'kai thought was totally sexy (but honestly was a little clumsy, he almost poked her in the eye and had to try for the ear twice), he murmured, "Well, IIImm clearly th' manliest of men, but y'know, anyone else you mi' be looking for zzz a boy." Cause that drunk!logic totally made sense. Whatever.
Unfortunately, the drink Isori had liked on him was gone, and M'kai was all for her kissing him more. Carefully considering the drop or two that was left in the bottom, he came to the conclusion that it was quickal, mixed with some sort of fruit juice. Redfruit, maybe. Luckily, something similar was being passed around, so M'kai grabbed a skin of it and decided to forgo the glass. Of course, drinking directly out of a skin took a little more effort than drinking from a glass, and he stumbled backwards fairly dramatically when making the attempt, bumping someone. With a muttered "Sorry," he ignored whoever it was, opting to enthusiastically make out with Isori instead. In a minute, though, he realized that the two of them were still upright pretty much only because they were clinging to each other for dear life. "Shoul' we find someplase to sit?"
((Sebz and Sheari didn't make this round, so I'm randomizing a number for Ke'von (3) and R'men (4) I need to pick a number for M'kai (6) before I pick the round number.
This round's number is 10!
That means Darya, Iskierka, and Sel'n party hard. Too hard. (p.s. HILARITY AT ITS FINEST. LOVE RANDOM NUMBER GENERATORS) Your characters need to exit the competition by becoming unable to continue. Might I recommend old!sexy threesome?
The Current Drunk Spectrum
How are you still concious? Nephele
Slizzered Ruliana Merridan M'kai R'men
Schwasted Tenlie
I'mm no' druuuunk. Isori E'iah
Yep, You're Drunk K'sel
Pretty Buzzed Ke'von
Random Actions for this round: Ruliana loses an article of clothing. R'men starts singing. Badly.
After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 10. HOWEVER - no doubling up this round. If someone already picked the number you want, too bad!))
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Post by Sebz on Aug 25, 2011 21:00:37 GMT -5
(Ke'von's totes drinking and partying and whatever. I PROMISE TO RIGHT A REAL POST ON SATERDAY. I just wanted to reserve a post so I don't fail miss another round. Ke'vons number shall be 10.)
WIP in case you haven't realized
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Post by dragon on Aug 25, 2011 21:28:59 GMT -5
Isori squinted and jerked back when M'kai's finger got so dangerously close to her eye ... more of an instinctual reaction than anything else. Which was probably part of why he had to try twice to find her ear. Since some of that movement wasn't just his vision but actually happening. But then she smiled up at him, tilting her head into the gesture. Aww, wasn't that sweet of him!! Not that it helped much, since flyaways were flyaways for a reason. They tended to have a mind of their own, especially when made of curls.
She laughed, and nodded. "Yes, manliest. Of course." She agreed, taking his skin from him maybe a moment before he was quite done with it. Giving it a sniff she attempted to taste of it herself, but failed miserably. So she gave it back to him, unable to hang onto him and manipulate the bag at the same time. She just wasn't that ... coordinated. And since she thought she was the one about to fall down if she let go, she wasn't about to do that! Not that she would let go anyway. Any excuse to hang onto M'kai was a good one, in her opinion.
"Sit ... sit down? You mean ... like ... down - down? Or ... sit? Um." Isori asked, looking around. Blinking, she rubbed one eye for a moment, trying to get her vision to focus farther away than M'kai. It wasn't working so well. The rest of the world might as well be a blur for all that it worked. "Okay?" She guessed. Spotting something that looked like a chair (at least she hoped it was a chair), she guided M'kai over to it. She tried to keep him from falling into it, but instead more or less pushed him into it when she lost her own balance. Recovering from that by simply crawling into his lap and sitting there backward, Isori grinned at him. "Okay, that's mine." She stole the skin again, and tried again to get something out of it.
Which only resulted in her choking on it when it was considerably stouter than she had bargained on. Dropping it down into her lap since his was rather ... full ... she draped her arms over his shoulders and around behind his neck. "Hiiiiiiiiii~" Isori drawled, before leaning in to kiss him again. Since she had him so nicely trapped, and down at her level too no less. Mwa ha ha!
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 26, 2011 17:01:19 GMT -5
Ten was getting frustrated the longer K'sel took to answer her question, and she really, really wanted more booze. So, frowning, the greenrider let go of his shirt. " Nevermind, then." And looked past the brownrider to his bluerider brother. Of course in her drunken state, she wasn't acknowledging family bonds. Her gaze went almost immediately to the girl passed out on T'ri's shoulder and she giggled a little. " Sssshe's drunk." Obvious statement is obvious. " Watching drunk people is funny." She said to no one in particular as she stumbled past Roselle, not quite managing to not run into the passed out weyrling on her way. Yep, she definitely wasn't drunk.
Tenlie's search for alcohol was getting more concentrated as she finally found where the alcohol was being dispensed. It probably wasn't the greatest idea at the moment, but she got another glass of quickal, in the process of trying to take the entire bottle.
Grinning like she was extremely proud of herself, Tenlie traveled back over to C'oar and Ruliana, holding up her large glass of quickal like it was a trophy or something. When she got to where she was going, she took another large gulp and glanced to Ruli once before grinning. " There's more over thereee." She said while trying to point in the direction of the alcohol bar. It didn't quite work out though and she lost her balance, falling onto the ground on her rear.
Amazingly, her drink didn't spill (too much) and she giggled while she sat there, taking another drink. Oh, this was fun.
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Post by Sheari on Aug 28, 2011 14:03:01 GMT -5
"No pants? Why, we should start a trend!" R'men giggled a little too happily. Oh yes, such ideas were cooking in his mind. In his present state, he couldn't fathom how odd he would look without his trousers. In fact, he didn't mind at all if they were on or off! Maybe he'd start running around without them more often, ecept when he rode Weith, that is. He shuddered to think of how cold between would be without something to protect his legs. He shivered and sipped more of his glass.
"I'm in the mood for a song..." and R'men began humming. The tune itself wasn't bad, it was just when the drunken man opened his mouth when he found the lyrics that he lost any semblance of a melody. "I'VE GOT FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES!" he began loudly. His skill with song when sober wasn't bad, but noy was it now! His voice was a bit rough from not being warmed up before being strained so. "WHERE THE WHISKEY DROWNS AND THE BEER CHASES, MY BLUES AWAY!" because wasn't tonight about not being down? The bronzerider stood up hastily and put a firm hand on Merridan to steady himself, placing aboot on his seat in true "Captain Morgan" fashion. Somewhere, far away, a bronze dragon was just shaking his head with a sighed Oh no...[/i]
((R'men is 5))
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Post by Ivy on Aug 28, 2011 23:01:34 GMT -5
Ruliana watched Tenlie stagger her way through the crowd. She watched with amusement and many a giggle as the other Greenrider accosted someone for more alcohol, and then figured out where it came from. Focusing was hard for Ruliana but she managed to watch (even if it was a bit blurry) as Tenlie got herself some more of the stronger quickal and staggered back over. Shaking her head she held up her wine glass and chuckled, "I... am... fine wiff myyyyyyyy winnnnnnnne."
Her tongue felt so heavy as she spoke and she decided speaking wasn't worth it anymore. Instead she focused on drinking her wine and watching the rest of the room through blurred vision as she did so.
Eyes flicked towards R'men as he started singing and she laughed and cheered for him. The wine was making her a bit tone deaf apparently. And hot. Suddenly she felt SO hot. Why was it so hot in here? Standing up - shakily but not toppling over yet - she reached down and pulled the edge of her shirt up. Up up up and off! She tossed it - where it landed she didn't know and didn't care. Her breast band and skirt were all she had on now, luckily being a rider she had a decent body.
Ah, now it wasn't as hot. So sitting she grabbed another glass of wine and downed it as she watched Tenlie drinking on the floor.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Aug 29, 2011 10:03:40 GMT -5
Merridan's giggles turned into hearty chuckles at her friend. "Why, of course! They really are quite silly, aren't they R'men?" Mer made a meaningful tug at her pants. "Imagine how much faster we could all get dressed if we had no pants!" She dissolved into giggles once more, ignoring Chaoth's moans of disapproval in her mind. What was his problem anyway? Hadn't he been the one telling her to have fun? Taking another long drink, Mer almost dropped her glass when R'men started singing. She covered on ear with a hand and wrinkled her nose in distaste. Even to her muddled brain it sounded terrible!
Shoving his hand off her shoulder and heedless of the upset it might cause, Mer waggled a finger at R'men. "No, no, no, silly boy," she chided, her voice slurred and sounding much more like a mother than she ever had. "You must breathe when you sing, like this! I'M NOT BIG ON SOCIAL GRACES, THINK I'LL SLIP ON DOWN TO THE OASIS! OH, I'VE GOT FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES!!" Mer's voice rang out much higher than she normally sang and cracked badly in places. Grinning in victory, she raised her glass in a silent toast and downed what was left. She wasn't a half bad singer, was she?
(3)
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Post by Lotty on Aug 29, 2011 11:24:59 GMT -5
Not his tunic? Oh it might have been ten turns, but he recognized the color... the weave of it. What next? Had his brother appropriated his kiddie blanket too to make a headwrap? K'sel put his finger up to interject and argue when the collective roar of ohhhhh rose up all around him, sending his head around from side to side confusedly, just in time to be clung to by a Tenlie while T'ri in turn dealt with a different woman collapsing on him. Immediately the spirit of competition flared up in him, even if the contest was always one that went unspoken. Yes, it was childish, but the man liked to think that proximity to his sibling brought the worst out of him.
At the flash of dark hair, his drunken eyes assumed that Nephele had a sudden change of heart and wanted him close to her again - never mind the odd accent and do-be language, he was too drunk to discern voices and more importantly who sounded like themselves when they were schwasted anyway? No, this was certainly his favorite greenrider tugging at his shirt, and feeling particularly smug about this, he turned to lick her, tongue hanging out and all before realizing, "Oh shit! Shooo! Get'off me Nephposssstor!" Which she, luckily, was quick to do, since the man was flailing wildly before regaining his composure and pointing his attention back at his brother, "I forgot what we were talkin bout... but you have a.... situation on your shoulder. Please don't make babies..."
With that, the rider realized his drink was gone and he needed more... and not of the wine. He needed whatever it was that T'ri had poured him before. It was so much better, so he moved to hug his brother - Roselle included - and began feeling around for a flask... "I need moar," he explained finally as he settled for the wineskin that was wrapped around the weyrling's shoulder and brought the nozzle to his lips. It was his life blood at this point, and he needed it to carry on with the night... perhaps wander around some more and join those guys over there with their singing and what not. He wanted to sing with them! Pulling away he turned to yell at R'men and Merridan, "Guyssssss I wanna sing with you...."
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Aug 30, 2011 13:51:03 GMT -5
Nephele sighed as, ultimately, she was trapped by T'ri and K'sel. She'd felt a brief triumph in getting the brownrider off her but he'd latched onto her ankle and T'ri had leaned over her like she didn't even exist. Suffice it to say the greenrider was pissed off at the brother duo. In her frustration she grabbed the source of the quickal and poured herself a drink to toss back while the man she loved/hated talked about circuses or something with his long lost brother. Sheesh, she hadn't reacted like those two when she discovered her long lost brother. Well...it really was more the other way around, she figured in her drunken haze.
Tossing her full glass of quickal back, Nephele finally found her escape route. K'sel began gesticulating wildly and T'ri had his lips full of someone or another which left her completely free to slip away. And slip she did....right out of her chair where she began to crawl around on the ground (glass still actually in hand and not broken, surprisingly) in disorientation. Sitting had clearly been the better idea since the world was spinning down there and she no longer really recognized the people in the room. They were all kind of a blur at that point in her drunkeness. A little lost in a room full of strangers and friends she kind of just took up a spot in the middle of the floor. Swirling her empty glass where she sat she thought, I feel like crying? Yeah, I do.
And so the greenrider curled up a little tighter on the floor and bit down gently on her right hand to supress the tears. Just because she was lost and alone didn't mean it was okay to cry, after all.
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Iskierka didn't even really notice when Sel'n filled her glass. All she knew a moment later was that there was liquid in it once again and she figured she'd drink it. She downed it quickly though it left her coughing once or twice and blinking almsot owlishly at it. Yikes. Scary stuff there. The brownrider's comment about Darya's lap set Iskierka off in an absolute fit of giggles, so much so that she ended up clutching at his shoulder to steady herself. When she finally mastered her giggles she commented as she watched Darya begin to move towards them, "Hey, hey, lookit she's coming here now. Maybe she wants you to be number two after her long ass dry spell, huh?" Cue another couple giggles.
Only...only Darya ended up coming over for a different reason entirely and Iskierka "oh!"'d in remembrance. "Rrrriiiiiight. Um, I forgot? But...oh? My drink tastes totally alcoholic. Er, did anyways." Once again her glass was empty but she shrugged it off. A small part of her reminded her that getting totally smashed like...like poor Nephele there was not such a good idea. "Ssspeakin' of thuh youn' folk," she started off, finding her tongue becoming increasingly clumsy, "Sel'n says...said you have'nuh got 'ny lately. S'cause us oldies nevuh bother wit' the kiddies. Shoul' hook up with other oldies, y'know?" And with that, Iskierka leaned towards Darya and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek - incidentally knocking her glass to the floor in the process. Invitations should be clear, no?
((Neph: 8))
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 31, 2011 1:14:09 GMT -5
M'kai let Isori push him into the chair without even a touch of resistance - he was drunker than he thought, and getting drunker by the moment. Sitting down was nice, it seemed to make the world slightly less tilty. Not to mention that sitting down also apparently meant that he got an Isori in his lap... M'kai wasn't about to argue the benefits of that. Sliding hands around her waist, he teased one hand up under the back of her shirt, totally oblivious to the fact that they were in a room packed with people (albeit a room packed with people that were trailing out fairly quickly). He let her go only long enough to take a swig of whatever alcohol he had managed to procure. He honestly didn't care what it was at this point, it just seemed like a good idea.
Then that was done and Isori was kissing him again. Well, that was just fine too, but the Candidatemaster was permanently paranoid, so he cracked one eye to peer over her shoulder. Sel'n was out - Ha! Free dinner for him! - but they were starting to attract the occasional glance, and that made the whole thing a lot less fun. As thrilling as it was to claim Isori in public, it PROBABLY wasn't the best for his job security. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Wanna... wan'go somewhere's more private?"
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Well well, wasn't this getting interesting. People were singing, terribly, but still, someone had taken her shirt off - all in all, T'ri was quite happy with his work. Ignoring K'sel's case of mistaken identity (the girl was hot enough, after all, might as well lick her if you had your tongue out that far already), he poked Roselle in the side, trying to wake her up. She was much more interesting awake, although that didn't seem to be happening. Sigh. "Dun think we can make babies if she's not 'wake," he muttered, quite childishly.
All of a sudden, though, he was enfolded in K'sel, who was... feeling him up? Oh no, looking for the flask. "Noo, you can' have it! 's homebrew!" But K'sel had taken the skin and left instead, which was fine with T'ri. The reunion could continue when they were somewhat more sober. Somewhat. So T'ri gently slid Roselle off his lap, letting her slump forward onto the table. Straightening up with a dangerous wobble, he surveyed the room. Eyeing the singing group, he tottered over to Ruliana and Tenlie, gesturing at the singers. "Youuuu guyz shoul' go sing. Pretty girls wi' pretty voices, gotta be better than thizzz nonsense. NONSENSE I SAY."
Whether they decided to take his advice or not, though, T'ri didn't care. K'sel was busy, and Nephele - T'ri's searchrider, K'sel's ladyfriend? - was all alone and looked like she was maybe about to cry. That was unacceptable. Plopping down on the floor next to her, he filled her glass for her, putting a hand on her shoulder and slurring in a caring tone, "Whaszz'matter? Not Kasella is it, big dumb hobo? I'mmm better."
((Random generator gave E'iah a 4 So M'kai gets 6 again.
This round's number is 8!
That means M'kai, Tenlie, Nephele, and Isori have had more than enough. That last glass of mystery juice was not a good idea. Your characters need to exit the competition by becoming unable to continue. First post has ideas for how <3
The Current Drunk Spectrum
How are you still conscious? R'men Ruliana Merridan
Slizzered E'iah
Schwasted placeholder!T'ri
I'mm no' druuuunk. Ke'von K'sel
Random Actions for this round: E'iah becomes obsessed with someone's hair (sooo pretty... must have some to keep!) Merridan starts dancing (preferably swing dancing)
After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 5.))
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Post by dragon on Aug 31, 2011 9:40:14 GMT -5
Isori giggled when M'kai talked into her ear. Though at first it took her a moment to realized that he was actually saying something instead of just blowing in it. Shards, she must really be wasted ... that or he was. Or maybe both. She wasn't quite sure anymore. But she was starting to not like how that skin was occupying his mouth more than she was. Lifting the offending article out of her lap, she set it on the nearest surface she thought she could reach without toppling over. Since it was so near, it shouldn't look like she was trying to take away his booze ...
"Mmmmmm.." she stopped, and cleared her throat, before busting into a giggle again. "More prrrrivate" She asked, giving a very dramatic glance about the place. Shnickering, she stage whispered back to him. "T'is gonneeee ... be a lot hard to find anywhere morrre private than this!" Even drunk, she understood that everyone else? The non-drinkers had left long ago. The ones drinking were either passed out, couldn't see three feet from their noses, or would soon be out themselves. Those out? Well, you couldn't wake them if a dragon kicked them.
"Sure!" She threw her arms up in the air, and almost fell out of his lap for the exuberance of the gesture. Ironically enough, his hand up the back of her shirt was probably the only thing that stopped her from going over. But she snickered again and leaned in close to finish the thought. "If you thinnnk you can get us therrrrre." she finished, with a big grin and a wink.
"Nnnoooo ... no one ... can see us, silly. What are you worried about? That someone else might get to seeeee?" She teased, entirely too drunk too think logically about the whole deal, and how it might be tied to his job. Those were sober thoughts. "I dunnnn care if you donnnn' care." She added with a firm nod. And with that, she un-buttoned her shirt and started trying to take it off. There was only one problem ... there were these pesky things called arms in the arm holes, and for whatever reason she couldn't get that sorted out at all. "Mmmmmmm..."
Giving up on the whole disrobing idea ... clearly it was too complicated to manage without falling over ... She went back to her original plan and plopped against M'kai in favor of tasting his drink. Kissing was hard to mess up by being drunk, anyway.
She hadn't ever really had that much to drink, but then it never took very much to get her drunk anyway. A lightweight of lightweights, it was a good thing she'd found a distraction lest she drank herself quite ill.
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Post by Sheari on Sept 1, 2011 8:51:45 GMT -5
"WELL, I GUESS IS WAS WRONG, I JUST DON'T BELONG!!" R'men continued singing, somewhat at Merridan, ever so pleased she'd joined him. It was somewhat of a miracle that, in such a state, the man remembered the lyrics. It was actually quite dreadful, but did he care? No. Did other people care? Probably but that didn't matter to him one single iota. He attempted to walk over to K'sel but it would up being a haphazard stagger as the bronzerider lost most of his motor skills. Putting a hand on the brownriding man's shoulder, clutching his glass with the other, he continued singing. "BUT THEN I'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!!" because who didn't like a drunken man yelling the lyrics to a loud drinking song?
He could feel it, that sort of tingling sensation in his head. It never crossed his mind that he'd be vomiting everything he'd eaten up until a week ago in the morning. Well, perhaps maybe just the day before? Weith knew that he'd be watching his sick rider all the next day after this. He wasn't looking forward to it and he decided to just curl up and sleep. If R'men needed any help he knew how to call. At least, the dragon hoped he remembered. Or, Wetih mused, he could just leave R'men where ever he passes out and get him when he wakes. Yes, that was very much more preferred.
((R'men is 2, though you can take him out if you like since I won't be here for the next round. If you do that, Ruby, you have my permission to play him throwing his pants at Mer as he leaves the competition.))
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
Happier'n a pig in mud ABOUT WHERBABIES!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 1, 2011 11:39:21 GMT -5
Darya gave Sel’n a hurt little frown and lifted her glass to sniff at it again. ‘It’ssss not a very nice drink.’ She complained in a sulky tone. ‘It doessn’t taste of booze. Whatssa point of drinkin’ it if it don’t.’ The drinks she’d consumed on her way over were really starting to affect Darya’s speech now, not to mention her grip on reality. ‘I don’t wanna tombstone, I’mm gonna be eaten by something terrible. Probably a bird monssster.’ Darya shuddered violently at the thought of the birdlike calls in the dark, spilling her drink all over Sel’n in the process but it had to be said that the bluerider didn’t even notice that.
‘Yoou f’got? Well it... it can’t’ve bin that important then can it?’ Darya asked logically, despite the fact that many, many important things had been forgotten, and many more would be after tonight. ‘Wellllll, they’re annoying, should beat them, that’ll teach ‘em not t’ go around being so young.’ Darya seemed very pleased with this plan, she’d start with T’mund, his parents clearly hadn’t...
Quite abruptly Darya’s thought trailed off as Iskierka leaned froward and planted a kiss on her cheek, it really shouldn’t have been so surprising but Darya had given up listening halfway throughwhat Iski was saying. Running what she’d heard through again Darya gave a half smile and tipped her head to one side. ‘Well now, why don’ we talk about that somewhere else? Without the singers maybes? We should take Sell’n with us, he’s fairly old, must need company by noow, right?’ With that Darrya seized the wrists of both her companions (her glass had been lost at some point in the last few exchanges) and attempted to drag them away, somewhat hampered by a certain alcohol induced lack of balance.
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