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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, 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! 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. Take Me Home Tonight. Yeah, it's time to go home but you're not going alone, time to drag someone home for a hook up. Let's just hope you can get your body to agree or don't fall asleep first

10. 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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[strange_magic]

We should, and we most ascertainly [like his brain can't quite decide if her should say 'assuredly' or 'certainly'] should not venture in there while in any state of inebriation.

I didn't know I needed this scene until it happened

[zee_zatara]

Noted. [She has a few of those rooms in her house. Such is the price you pay when you insist on living in partially dimensionally displaced mansions. The talking mice in the East Wing are kinda interesting. Noisy, but interesting.]

I'm noticing some similar themes in decor going on. I think we might be a bit cliche. [Says the magician who wears a top hat and tails into battle.]

it's a gr8 scene |D

[strange_magic]

Clichés happen for a reason, Zatanna. Magic is a thing of archetypes, emblems, and symbols, even more than most sorts of power. We-- Oh dear. I forgot that the guest room is up this flight of stairs... [Flat hallway he can manage. The idea of walking up those stairs...

.........possibly he has forgotten that he can fly.]

[zee_zatara]

[She looks at him for a looooong moment. And then laughs. Because she's heard that speech before.] Oh man, you did know my dad, didn't you? [She giggles, and puts her hand on one of the stairs, then settles her ass down on the steps themselves. Easier than actually walking up them]

[strange_magic]

We may have met. [And her laughter is contagious, because it's not long before he's sitting on the stairs with her, laughing himself.]

[zee_zatara]

[She gets into one of those fits that goes on for a good minute or two, ending with her gasping for breath and leaning into his shoulder. That... sounded cleaner in my head before I typed it. Still totally describing laughter, damn it.]

Okay, I'm not even sure if I can blame the alcohol for that, or just needing to laugh at something that hard.

[strange_magic]

Go ahead, blame the alcohol; I won't tell anyone.

[zee_zatara]

Nnf.

[She's still leaning. Moving seems like a bad idea. Just gonna stay right here]

So we're like. Two of the most learned of the wizened magi in our respective universes and we just spent a few hours voluntarily poisoning ourselves. Yep. This was a brilliant plan.

At least by staying in to do this, neither of us is gonna end up with a an offensive tattoo written in Kryptonian. Not that I've heard about that happening to anyone or anything. [It was totally Guy Gardner.]

[strange_magic]

We're also human beings, and doing this kind of thing now and then helps remind us of that. [He tips his head against hers.] It can be easy to forget, if we don't bring ourselves down to Earth now and then.

[zee_zatara]

There you go making sense again.

Can I use that for the other terrible judgement calls in my personal life?

[strange_magic]

As long as you don't say you got it from me.

[zee_zatara]

Deal.

Okay. So. Stairs. Guest room.

[She rubs her eyes] I'd suggest just finding any sleepable surface to crash on but would we remember not having sex in the morning?

[strange_magic]

I have several servicable sofas in my sanctum. [...he winces at the alliteration.]

[zee_zatara]

[He says to Zatanna Zatara]

Sofa sounds perfect.

[strange_magic]

[Shhh she's contagious. But now of course he has to wonder what would happen if one said some of his spells backwards. Maybe they should try that. For science magic.]

Then up we get!

[zee_zatara]

[Oh they're totally trying that later. She leans on him to get up off the stairs.]

To the sofa, then!

[strange_magic]

To the sofa! [Luckily, the study isn't far?]

[zee_zatara]

[she grabs her hat on the way, and flops onto the sofa in a way that she tries to make as graceful as possible. She starts pulling things out of the hat that really have no business fitting. A Gotham Knights jersey, bunny-print flannel pajama pants, even a hand-sewn quilt with little runes and symbols embroidered into it.]

[strange_magic]

[No business unless she has extra-dimensional storage in it, like any good practicioner of the arts would. The bunny-print does get an arched eyebrow though.]

Bunnies?

[zee_zatara]

What? I like bunnies. I have several as pets.

Actually right now I have an excess of them as pets, the hutch is a bit overcrowded. I don't suppose I can interest you in one?

[And, yes, she does reach into her hat to pull out a young rabbit just old enough to be adopted out. It's a tawny brown, lop-eared, doe-eyed little thing with white paws that sits in her hand all docile and adorable.] They litter box train really easily.

[strange_magic]

I... [It is adorable.] I will have to ask Wong. [Because even drunk he's not foolish enough to adopt a pet without checking with Wong first; what if he's allergic? Stephen doesn't think he is, but then, it's never really come up...]

[zee_zatara]

[She hands him the bunny] Hold her for a while. Spell needs a little time to recharge. [It even licks his hand asfdsafd Wong let him keep the bunny.]

Wonder Woman took a few. [A sigh] I... still can't tell if I want to be her or just... [Trailed off, dreamy sigh] I mean... wow. [Yep. Still drunk]

[strange_magic]

[Maybe... maybe he can keep the bunny. Maybe Luke and Jess want a pet for their baby, if he can't. Babies like bunnies, right? And it would make Luke laugh, he thinks, to get a bunny from a sorcerer.]

She is very... impressive. From what little I have seen.

[zee_zatara]

I should probably stop talking now. You want me to send the bunny home, or you wanna hold onto it in hopes that the cute will help convince Wong?

[She murmurs a few things under her breath, and her clothes change from what she's wearing to the jersey and the PJ pants. Then she mutters, and starts doing that remove-the-bra-without-taking-off-the-shirt thing. Knew she forgot something. Grumble.]

[strange_magic]

I'll keep her. Him? [The bunny is a bit too young to easily tell.] Even if Wong says no, I know a good family who would take it.

[--oh right. She needs to. He should. Turn his back like a gentleman, yes.]