the DRUNK meme

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THE DRUNK MEME

1. Drinking Games: You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea. You know, 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. Unsolicited 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! Hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't literally just met, 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?

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[bythewaves]

[ So maybe that second barrel of wine was a bad idea. And maybe grandfather will be very displeased if he finds out that certain someones got into the palace wine stores, but at the moment Makalaure cannot quite recall why this might be so. Instead, he lifts the glass and peers blearily at his cousin ]

I... I have never... [ s q u i n t i n g - thinking is hard man ] I have never got my hair tangled in my bowstring.

[outwards]

Have you ever held a bow?

[But she'll knock this one back with a grin - it's not like the wine is bad. (There is a reason why she shouldn't have this much of it, but she's fairly sure that the reason is dumb. After all she's survived hangovers before.]

[bythewaves]

Of course I have! [ huffy drunk is huffy ] Just because I am a worse shot than you and Tyelko. And the Ambarussa. And Finda. Does not mean I cannot use one!

[outwards]

And all your other brothers, and all of mine, and Artanis and her brothers besides.

[She laughs and reaches over to check if she can push him over yet. Her brother did say that that was possible after a while...]

[bythewaves]

[ he swats irritably at that hand excuse you he is not that drunk yet ]

Untrue! I shoot better than Curvo. And Moryo too I am fairly certain. And it's your turn.

[outwards]

Curvo doesn't count, he'd rather never touch a bow for disinterest in everything that isn't crafts.

[She loves her cousin dearly, but there is a reason why the spot at Tyelkormo's side is always free when it comes to hunting.]

[...and talking about Moryo] Never ever have I been bitten by a brother of mine.

[bythewaves]

You said all my brothers. And... and that is unfair, he was a baby at the time! [ but he obediently takes a drink ]

Just because your brothers are older and did not take out their teething woes on you. [ grumble ]

Never... never ever have I um. Never have I had my parents use ribbons to tell us apart.

[outwards]

He threatened to bite me only a few years ago.

[She considers the alcohol thoughtfully before taking a gulp.] Never have I ever ....[very thoughtful. Hmmmmm] written sappy love songs and then hidden them under my mattress.

[bythewaves]

Bah, he threatens that all the time. He has yet to actually do so.

[ and then he does a spit take ]

YOU!! WHO TOLD YOU THAT!

[outwards]

[Lying is hard when you are too drunk to properly put the truth in words.]

You have to drink. [she thus points out instead.]

[bythewaves]

[ He sputters at her crossly but does take that drink. In fact, he slugs the whole glass back in indignation ]

It was Tyelko, wasn't it. I bet. I bet it was. Nyelo promised he wouldn't tell, but Tyelko! He sometimes hides in my room. I know he moves my stuff, he thinks he's soooooo smart! But I can tell!

[ yeah maybe that wasn't such a great idea ]

[outwards]

I'm not [frowning...] saying. And it'd be more useful if you gave them to her. Or sang then to her. [Pushing him again, though this time it was meant to be a friendly nudge.]

[bythewaves]

[ he doesn't tip but he does wobble and swats at her crossly ]

It was. It has to have been him. Nyelo promised he wouldn't tell! ... Unless it was Moryo or Curvo! [ He sits bolt upright and then slumps ] But they don't hide in my room usually.

And I... I'll tell her when I do! [ cross drunken finger pointing. Somewhere off to the side. ] You all.. you all should hush! You only make it harder! It needs to be perfect for her! Absolutely perfect!

[outwards]

What if someone less perfect but with more guts asks her before you do? She won't know that someone as perfect [accentuated with her taking another sip from the drink] will come to woo her, and might hear their minstrels instead of yours.

[bythewaves]

[ No why would you even... this is a horrible thought, and Makalaure sit bolt upright, the glass falling from nerveless hands as he stares at her ]

No... but... oh, Irisse... what if... if that buffoon from the woodwind class... oh no, I know he likes her. But... it isn't ready yet, I can't... she won't like it if it isn't ready. Oh but what if she prefers the flute? Oh no oh no...

[ oops you broke him ]

[outwards]

Then she'll at least know that you're interested and consider you.

[She crawls over (walking really is not a good idea right now) and stares him in the face for a good long minute, with the thoughtful expression of someone who is really drunk, before sitting back on her heels and nodding decisively.]

You're beautiful enough that that might work already. [Yup. Don't worry cousin, your looks will get you far, because she says so.]

[bythewaves]

[ Her staring is returned with his own slightly cross-eyed one ]

You... you really think so? [ sniff ] Oh Irisse, you're so nice to me! [ guess who's a maudlin drunk. Guess who is also lunging forward to hug you ]

[outwards]

Truthful is all that I am. [She laughs and hugs him back, which is a splendid idea when you need your arms to support you.

Resulting in two very drunk elves rolling over the ground now, and Aredhel starting to laugh after a moment of surprise. It's not bad to be rolling around.]

[bythewaves]

[ oops drunken elf pile oh well! ]

Hehehehe oh we must looks so silly! [ Maglor grins up at her since she has managed in the tumble to land on top of him ]

It's a good thing grandfather is out today and so no one *hic* will know.

[ He blinks in surprise at the hiccup ]

Oh did I just? *hic*

[outwards]

You did.

[And she's kind of dizzy and Maglor is kind of soft so she'll just... rest her head on his chest. Yes, okay. And then...] Did he ...say when he'll be back? [There is the vague thought that they should clean up before he returns.]

[bythewaves]

*hic* I don't think I like *hic* this. [ pout ]

[ he chews absently on his lower lip at the question ]

Nooooo? I don't remember. *hic* But. We should... maybe... [ trailing off absently to play with the pretty ribbons in your hair cousin, was he saying something? ]

*hic*

[outwards]

[She bats at his hand, distracted from the topic at hand.] My hair.

[bythewaves]

Pretty hair. [ he pouts back but obediently stops ]

What were we talking about? *hic*

[outwards]

[Trying to remember... uhm. What were they talking about.]

...Doesn't she have prettier hair? You should go and pet hers. ...I think. [Pause, thinking. Because...] You have nice fingers. [Because of that?]

[bythewaves]

She does! Oh she does! Bleached by the sun til they shine like foam on the waves...I only wish she would wear her hair down, but she prefers to tie it back...

[ lovestruck sighing - perhaps a bad idea to get him started ]