[ Angels can get drunk? Apparently they can, and it's Cross' first time drinking at all. Getting the tiny angel drunk didn't take much work at all. Now he's sitting there, being more spaced out than usual, giggleing to himself as he couldn't keep his angelic powers in check. Three of his wings were already sprouting out his back, along with marks fading in and out across his face. ]
[[Alright. So. I love Derek. And Squall has a very similar personality... So...hi? Also. Even though I'm not new to RP, itself... I haven't done it in a while.]]
[He's not the nicest of people, as it is. He isn't even sure why he's here, drinking. He's never been the type to consume alcohol. Maybe the stress of being in a weird place finally got to him? Either way, he's sitting there staring at the wall, his face slightly flushed due to the alcohol. The bottle in his left hand seems as though it is about to slip right on out, and he seems unconcerned with the fact that a small amount has spilled onto the floor. An annoyed sigh slips from his lips, though... what he's annoyed about is likely unknown by even him.]
[The plan was simple; Scotty had a not-so-secret stash of the finest liquors a man could acquire, with the right leverage the Scotsman could grudgingly spare a bottle or two. He could selfishly hoard these to himself, if he were so inclined, but Jim always liked to 'share the wealth' when it came to matters like these. Who better to share a drink with than his surly Chief Medical Examiner? It might even bring a smile to the man's face.]
Bones!
[Of course patience was hardly Jim's strongest suit, so he may have opened a bottle and consumed... most of it. Instead of a confident strut, he enters Med Bay with a sway and a bit of a stumble, quickly leaning against the closest wall- was it a wall? It was solid enough- he steadies himself a bit. A cocky grin in place as he holds up both bottles.]
I come bearing the finest of gifts.
[Blue eyes squinting through the drunken blur, not sure if he was addressing a nurse or the doctor himself, regardless he's slurring his invitation;]
[Letting Han get to the bottom of a bottle, in retrospect, probably hadn't been the best idea. Brian missed Giselle-- hell, everyone did-- but it was easier for the rest of them to enjoy the evening, enjoy the BBQ, enjoy having Lettie back. Brian was distracted by the old memories and the new, this house how it had been and now, Jack's first visit. Han... Han had smiled as much as he ever did, which wasn't much. Wasn't an excuse, not for any of them.
Shit. He should have been paying more attention.
Brian finds Han in the garage after people have finally moved away from the table, after Mia's asleep with the baby, after Dom and Lettie have wandered off to tell each other stories of things they'd forgotten. Han looks wasted, lilting to the side against the silver hood, eyes almost closed.]
[ Thank god for Jake's idea for a party, otherwise the glee club would never get a chance to blow off steam, that's for sure. Blaine is just leaning on the couch, sipping at his red solo cup as he watched Sam and Brittany make out in the corner. That sucked on so many levels. Not to mention he hadn't gotten laid since the wedding. Which, was totally unfair.
He sighed and sipped at his drink, giggling over at Kitty and Unique dancing.]
[ it isn't very often that enjolras drinks; combeferre understands that he doesn't like the loss of control, giving up his wits as one does with progressive inebriation. he faults grantaire often enough for being a drunk that combeferre is very careful not to judge enjolras when he does engage in activities involving alcohol, mainly because enjolras needs to relax and if he felt judged —
chances are he would only become more severe so as to become without reproach.
no, there is no judgment. they've both had some wine, though enjolras more than combeferre because coufeyrac bought more than a few rounds and cajoled their leader into drinking. combeferre is less visible in his restraint and thus no one focuses on making him drink.
it is, he muses, better that way. at least this way he can make certain that enjolras gets home safely. (and it isn't as though he does not feel pleasantly buzzed from the wine.) ]
Come. [ he takes enjolras' arm, pulling him up. ] Let's get you home.
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