The Drunk Meme

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The Drunk Meme

 

"I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly." - Winston Churchill

1. Drinking Games. You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea, like another drink. It's cool, I know this great game that will inevitably end with everyone involved being totally wasted. You play until... shit, what were the rules again?

2. Unsolicitied Advice. Oh man, you suddenly know the solutions to all of life's mysteries. All it took to figure it all out was half a pint of whiskey! It's time to tell all your friends how to fix the problems with their personal lives, whether they want you to or not.

3. Drunk Texting. Frankly, you can't IMAGINE why anyone wouldn't want to hear about how drunk you are right now. If only you could remember where the vowels are on this tiny keyboard. Drawing inspiration from TFLN is encouraged.

4. Tell them How you Really Feel. You lost some of your less important inhibitions three or four drinks ago, and it's time to tell it how it is! Time to hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't ACTUALLY despise, and bare your heart to them in a way that you'll almost definitely regret tomorrow morning.

5. Karaoke. Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love... a bad... something...

6. Terrible Ideas. This is going to be so awesome, guys. I've got the skateboard, and I'm handcuffed to Steve... is the camera rolling? And who's lighting the fireworks?

7. Flirting. While all that booze may not have enhanced your charm, it certainly did wonders for your ego! Time to find all the hottest dudes and/or chicks in this place and make them swoon before your gin-powered charisma.

8. On the Streets. What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.

9. The Next Day. All that you took with you from last night's adventures was a blur of jumbled, confusing memories, a lampshade with googly eyes drawn on it taped to your head, and a brutal hangover. What exactly happened here? And who's that sleeping next to you?

Stolen and modified from memebells.

Comments

uh... a mish-mash as they come up?

[thewanderer]

[Rhys loves pubs. Especially ones with decent beer. So he will kick back, sip his pint, and wave to attract the attention of any cute fairies who wander by.]

excellent suggestion

[faeconman]

[ And this cute fairy waves back, and ambles over to sit opposite Rhys. He never goes to pubs to drink, only to cause mischief. Rob reacts strangely to mind-altering substances of all kinds, so most of the time he stays away from them, unless he's really depressed.

Or some bad influence gets him to do it just for the hell of it. ]

Rhys, what a lovely surprise.

[thewanderer]

Always nice to see you, lad. Care for a drink?

[He knows how Robin tends to react, but also doesn't really care at this point.]

[faeconman]

Already trying to get me addle-brained, have you no shame?

[ Rob tilts his head to the side, considering. Then he shrugs, grin back in place. He's a bit... puckish, this evening. It tends to be that way when he's had a bit of a rough time. Self defence. ]

Oh, why not. It can only end in disaster.

[thewanderer]

I'm always up for a little disaster. What'll you be having?

[His own good judgement is being drowned just slightly by the beer. Oops.]

[faeconman]

I have no preference, so whatever you're having is certainly good enough for me.

[ What could possibly go wrong?? ]

[thewanderer]

As you like.

[He signals the waitress and gets her to bring another pint. Hey, at least he hasn't moved on to the whiskey yet.]

So, what brings you to a place like this?

[faeconman]

[ He takes a sip of his beer before answering. ]

People are easily persuaded to do foolish things when they're intoxicated. So, let's say a combination of doing my job and wanting some distraction.

[thewanderer]

Truer words have never been spoken.

[Rhys laughs. He may not be a professional trickster, but he's encouraged his share of drunken foolishness.]

What sort of distraction are you seeking? And from what?

[faeconman]

Any kind of distraction.

[ Another sip of beer. ]

As you cannot possibly have managed to miss, the fox is back.

[thewanderer]

I did not manage to miss that, no.

[There's a growl underlying Rhys's words.]

[faeconman]

[ That gets a bit of an eyebrow raise. ]

Oh dear, what did he do?

[thewanderer]

Nothing I'm going to talk about as sober as this.

[He drains the rest of his pint and calls for another.]

You?

[faeconman]

We'll see if I remember to ask again later, then.

[ More beer down his throat, yes please and thank you. ]

Well, how would you feel if that was your... [ He waves a hand around, as if hoping to grasp the right word out of the air. ]

Oh, you know.

[thewanderer]

It really helps if you use your words, lad. I'm too drunk to try reading your thoughts.

[faeconman]

Well, that's the problem, see.

[ Ah, it would seem that today's first randomized effect is "being a total lightweight" because Robin is already getting a bit fuzzy. ]

There are no. Words. But I suppose lover will have to do.

[thewanderer]

I suppose. Well... I'm afraid I can't really give you any advice in that arena. I'd rather punch him in the face than kiss him and all.

[faeconman]

That would be my problem. A lot of the time I do want to punch him. I just end up kissing him anyway.

[thewanderer]

[Ahh, new beer. Rhys takes a long drink.]

Punching is much less complicated.

[faeconman]

[ Oh look, Rob's beer is all gone! How did that happen? Ah well, that just means he can have another one. ]

Probably would be if I didn't love the bastard.

[ Robin actually has difficulty saying that he loves Reynard to anyone but Reynard most of the time. Clear sign of drunface. ]

[thewanderer]

Getting that involved is a sure way to muddy things up.

[He will get them each a shot of whiskey this time, too.]

[faeconman]

It wasn't on purpose.

[ Seriously Rhys, does he look stupid to you?

Well... he might now since nobody looks all that smart when they're drunk. ]

[thewanderer]

It never is. And it's never as funny as it should be, either.

[Which means he probably won't laugh at you about it. Probably.]

[faeconman]

S'not fuckin' funny at all.

[ Wow, he is going to have the hangover of a century after this. ]

What sort of sad sack of shit loves a complete asshole for four thousand years? How is that even possible? Even if he gives the best blowjobs.

[thewanderer]

Probably the kind of sack of shit that would get ridiculous love songs written about it if anyone knew about them, you know. You could be famous. I hear they pay good royalties these days.

[Wow, he'd feel bad... but getting him drunk is kind of rewarding!]