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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.

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[Sif had to close one eye in order to properly aim the pitcher of mead to her mug, her hand surprisingly steady.]

Though...it is not as if I find Thor unappealing. Look at him. He can be quite infuriating I know, but he has his charming moments.

None compare to him in strength and he would not demand I put down the blade.
[It takes a few tries for her to get the damn rim of the mug to her mouth though, bumping a few times and sloshing it down the side of the cup with a curse.]

Loki? Loki! Are you listening at all to a word I've said?

Uhm, no? How about Thor never is charming in any way possible? Loki shoots her a glare even though it's a little but of a... how to say, inebriated one. She would talk of this. He suspects he would rather her because her steel that she wields is always below his and she may look to him for his better.

But Loki does not entirely get along with Thor too well, well enough, but it is always tense, and many assume it is jealousy. Truly not, just disgust. Displeasure. He could go on, but he could keep drinking too.

"I have been listening," he is quiet, and helps marginally with her pouring. "you cannot begrudge my disinterest in the ogre of Asgard."

"I came for your advice on the future King of Asgard."

Sif grumbled, taking a deep drink. She did not relish speaking of it, did not relish the thought of being made a bride of even if she could keep her steel. More and more though, it was beginning to seem it would be "encouraged" by not only her parents but the All-Father himself.

"Marrying him would bring considerable..." she trails off, unable to think of one thing among the supposed benefits that would truly interest her. Such a union would not be without its pleasures, but with it came a heap of duty and responsibilities to crush her beneath.

"Never the less, you are my confident in this. I would hear your thoughts!"

"I have not advice to give but one statement ill spoken," this was, how much was this? He had finished his goblet and could not remember the count but it must have been three or more and Loki was not the powerful glutton that the Odinson was, not even so much as the Lady by his side tonight!

"I would say he is kin to the ogres. His betrothal is to war, Sif. Not the sharp of your mind as your blade." Loki spares her a look, and then pulls up a small smile. Fingers pour another glass to make it all so casual.

Items all set aside. The Prince leans in and whispers, "you're better, and I'd say deserve more."

dude. i'm so drunk.

4 pre-blue/angst times yep and idk what she is confessing but it certainly is not yet anything good

YEHAWWW

I IMAGINE THIS PRE-COITAL RELATIONS BTW Loki is friendzoned

I DID SO FIGURETH