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driftfleet2017-07-22 10:31 am
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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- anthony j. crowley,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- billy cranston,
- carl grimes,
- chuuya nakahara,
- cloud strife,
- edwin jarvis,
- eithan paine,
- ezri dax,
- fenris,
- fie claussell,
- ginko,
- james tiberius kirk,
- jayden price,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- keith,
- lumiére,
- lunafreya nox fleuret,
- merlan margaret o'keefe,
- mikleo,
- mon-el,
- natasha romanoff,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- pelessaria "peebee" b'sayle,
- prompto argentum,
- sam winchester,
- sorey,
- yuan ka-fai,
- zack fair,
- zelda
Kayanni System Mingle
Who: Everyone
Broadcast: It's been known to happen
Action: Kayanni System (or a ship. I'm not the boss of you)
When: July 21 – August 23

(OOC: System Info)
Broadcast: It's been known to happen
Action: Kayanni System (or a ship. I'm not the boss of you)
When: July 21 – August 23

(OOC: System Info)
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Now she has always been a lover of puns and terrible jokes, normally she is the one who gets to dish them out, rarely has she had them handed to her. Even so as terrible it is she cannot help but burst out laughing at it, leaning back on her chair a little. ]
I do now! Masterfully done, ser Strife. I pray you hold your liquor as well as you deliver jokes.
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[ But she doesn't sound as though it would be terrible, in fact she's almost excited to take his steak from him. It is a point of pride, after all! She has something of a crown to defend after all, having not lost a drinking contest a long loong time.
With the shots delivered Hawke shifts in her seat, arranging her own for a few moments. ]
Ready when you are, serah.
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Well whatever because somebody drops a glass somewhere in the bar and that's as good a starting gun as anything. GONNA MOW DOWN THESE SHOTS! He gets a little woozy by the third one, but by the fifth he's still upright and he smacks it down with a flourish, maybe leaning a little harder on his elbow than before as he wipes his mouth. It's not a speed game after all, it's endurance, but it's still fun to do it quick because everyone gets all excited.]
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The sound of a dropped glass is loud in the near silence and she doesn't hesitate to start throwing down the shots. It's almost effortless for her, downing shot after shot. One, two, three, all go down smoothly, taking advantage of the fact she hasn't been doing this for nearly as long. She throws back the fifth with a little flourish before placing the glass back down, lips twisted into a Cheshire grin. ]
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[ If anything it only serves to encourage her terrible behavior. ]
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...and he can definitely, definitely handle more. Which he shows by actually drinking twice what she gets without dying of alcohol poisoning, though he gets a lot more chatty than he usually is.]
And she's here, like, [Cloud mimes an explosion in his face with one hand, reaching the other across the table to hold Hawke's wrist like he has to get her attention as if they aren't having a conversation right now.] Like, I never- I wasn't never gonna see her again, an' she's just here, y'know, like when you miss someone so bad? But she's here. Oh man. [Lays his face down on the table.] I'm dizzy.
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And somehow he manages to survive it, quite spectacularly in fact.
Somewhere along the way their little drinking contest seems to be forgotten though she isn't exactly sure where. How long has it been since they started drinking? Twenty minutes? Half an hour? Maker's balls she is drunk, not nearly as drunk as Cloud, but drunk. ]
Mmmm? [ Her attention jerks from the shot glass in her hand when his reaches out and grab her wrist. ] Oh, that... sucks. [ Like, really sucks. She feels for him. ] Yeah, yeah, I know. You're so close that you can reach out and touch them but... [ A perfect description of a certain three years of her life. ]
Of course you are, sweetie, you're drunk. [ Leaning forward a little she turns her hand around slightly so she can awkwardly pat his arm. ] So am I! We're both drunk, isn't it great?
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Hawke seems to stare a little dumbfounded for a moment before shakes her head a little. ] All the good stuff is always expensive, they should make it cheaper. [ She leans back then reaching for the small pack on her hip, fumbling through it for a moment. ] Maker's hairy ballsack, I think I'm out too.
[ Because no one allows Marian Hawke to walk around with all the money she currently owns, that would be foolish. ]
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[ This is probably a bad idea. ]
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Because she made a new friend, a very fun new friend, so screw what time of day it is! ]
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