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Why does that sound as lethal as hypervodka?

Whats...*hic*...hypevooda?

Fred's already started his bottles *looks and him*. Is that stuff better then firewhisky?

Vod-ka. Hypervodka. Really strong stuff that's what it is.

Ooh, sounds positively lethal.

As...lethal as...as.magical knitting needles...

Magic knitting needles?

dddonyt talk aboot my mom like that..

Oh, I see...wow! That stuff's gotta pack more punch than Dionysus's, well...punch.

How exactly did you come by it, then?

buyed it..from some...ergh *hic* smelly whats-it-face....

Smelly whats-it face? Must've had very cruel parents.

Are you alright? You seem a bit...flushed.

*turns and talks to the air*...I..Im a little itty bitty drunken but *burp*..dont worry no ones will knew!

*snorts, trying not to laugh* No, 'course not. You're just the picture of sobriety, aren't you?

Dont tell...ANYone..but I fancy someone..shhhhh

Okay, I won't.

And what's the matter with fancying someone, anyway?

I dont..normally fancy peepell...I hate..love

Perhaps you've just very discerning tastes.

shes...so..beautiful...

Extra special, huh?

I imagine she'd have to be, catching your interest like she has. Extra-extra special.

Id never liked someone..as much....ever *staggers for a bit then *collapses*

*bends down, picking him up* Right, I think it's time to get you off home my lad.

You've had enough of a party tonight, I think.

Fire whiskey. Absolutly amazing invention.

whats it..too..you oldie..*burp*

Charming!

*wrinkles up her nose*

That stuff smells awful!

I thinking..it probababably smells better..*staggers* then I fweel..

*sighs softly*

I'll leave you to it.

Dont goo!

You're drunk.

Nooo! Im just...merryical..they cant proven it....

Goodbye Fred.

*collapses*

It any good?

I dont fweel....good...*stumbles*

Raises a brow. You drank all the damned shit already?

Nope *points at 3 bottles on the floor* I onlyish had..one..George made me *hic* drink it...you can have the rest captain! *saluts*

Ya gonna share?

*mumbles something about pretty blue eyes and points to 3 bottles on the floor* take them lady...I dont need em..or anyfig...

You must be well pissed ifn you think my eyes are blue.

*contemplates possible practical jokes*

So...cute..long golden hair...*burp*

You always this poetic when you're sussed?

shes...beautiful....like an *hic* angel

*burst of laughter*

I don't think anyone in my life's compared me to an angel.

*looks confused and very pale* Elena..?

Who is Elena?

*snaps fingers infront of face*

Elena?

..beautiful...angel....*blinks*

I think it's time someone went to beddy-bye

*pokes*

*flinches and scratches his stomach* zzzzzzzzzzzzz

My leg is not a pillow. Really.

*tugs at arm*

Come on. Up we go. ONe foot in front of the other.