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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

 You really should have stayed sober.

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[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

Rose blinked at him stumbling to the console, "Why's that then?"

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

"You're flying a time machine? Besides which, now I'm jealous. I'm a happy drunk, too."

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

She smirked, "Why are you jealous, I told you I'd take you someplace." Rose went over to him stumbling and tripped laughing as she collapsed against him.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

"I'm jealous because I want to be drunk too!" He caught her expertly and swung her into a little dance step.

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

She squeaked some and laughed, "why don't you then?"

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

I can only become inebriated by alcohol that has been metabolized by a human. It has to be in your bloodstream already.

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

She brushed the hair back from her neck smiling up at him, then leaned up to kiss him gently.

[birdisonthewing.livejournal.com]

And miss out on this absinthe?

[She pulls another hard burning swig from the bottle before swaying forward on the balls of her feet]

I have flown too far not to sample all this strange land has to offer.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

All right, all right, just tell me what direction to pour you in when you want to go home. And be careful, the wormwood takes longer to hit than the alcohol.

[birdisonthewing.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Ir is most gracious of you. And don't you dare.

[She casually folded her hands over the bottle and rested her chin atop shined a lopsided grin.]

I haven't wanted to go home since I was thirteen-- five brothers and two sisters-- and I doubt there's a liquor however pretty or bitter will change that.

Especially I can tuck myself away in a small quiet place and sleep like the dead.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

All right, so I should pour you wherever you are staying. You are staying somewhere, correct?

I'd go mad with that many siblings, I hated my own.

[birdisonthewing.livejournal.com]

[She merely shrugged. The journey and not the destination was her aim. The details of more permanent lodging belonged to some other poor unfortunate soul and not her. Robin would wing it.]

[She grants a small sympathetic nod.]

Seems a pity. I don't hate 'em. There's simply no more room at the inn for me.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, bad blood, differing sides of a war, things like that. It is a bit of a pity. Better to be blessed with a bit too much abundance in one's family.

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

Rose blinked at him stumbling to the console, "Why's that then?"

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

"You're flying a time machine? Besides which, now I'm jealous. I'm a happy drunk, too."

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

She smirked, "Why are you jealous, I told you I'd take you someplace." Rose went over to him stumbling and tripped laughing as she collapsed against him.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

"I'm jealous because I want to be drunk too!" He caught her expertly and swung her into a little dance step.

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

She squeaked some and laughed, "why don't you then?"

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

I can only become inebriated by alcohol that has been metabolized by a human. It has to be in your bloodstream already.

[birdisonthewing.livejournal.com]

And miss out on this absinthe?

[She pulls another hard burning swig from the bottle before swaying forward on the balls of her feet]

I have flown too far not to sample all this strange land has to offer.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

All right, all right, just tell me what direction to pour you in when you want to go home. And be careful, the wormwood takes longer to hit than the alcohol.

[birdisonthewing.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Ir is most gracious of you. And don't you dare.

[She casually folded her hands over the bottle and rested her chin atop shined a lopsided grin.]

I haven't wanted to go home since I was thirteen-- five brothers and two sisters-- and I doubt there's a liquor however pretty or bitter will change that.

Especially I can tuck myself away in a small quiet place and sleep like the dead.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

All right, so I should pour you wherever you are staying. You are staying somewhere, correct?

I'd go mad with that many siblings, I hated my own.

[birdisonthewing.livejournal.com]

[She merely shrugged. The journey and not the destination was her aim. The details of more permanent lodging belonged to some other poor unfortunate soul and not her. Robin would wing it.]

[She grants a small sympathetic nod.]

Seems a pity. I don't hate 'em. There's simply no more room at the inn for me.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, bad blood, differing sides of a war, things like that. It is a bit of a pity. Better to be blessed with a bit too much abundance in one's family.