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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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[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?

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.

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...]

[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]

[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.

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.]

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.]

Her. I think.

[She laughs when he turns around. She's been a performer way too long to have any modesty left. Not to mention all that skyclad magic stuff.] Oh, please. Have you seen what I wear on stage?

That doesn't mean I can't be a gentleman. [It's not modesty, it's the principle.]

I appreciate it. [she waves her bra around a little regardless, because... she is drunk and it strikes her as a funny thing to do, before packing things away in the hat.] Kind of cute, actually. It's nice to spend dunk company with a mage who doesn't get all leery and grab-assy when he's this drunk. [Three guesses who her usual drinking binge partner is.]

I try to only get leery and grab-assy when all parties involved are reasonably in control of their faculties. [Look at him, all articulate.]

To be fair, I usually get grab assy back in that... situation. But usually after a few purification spells and... [She waves her hand] Detox is really easy to say backwards. Not that I'm doing that until the hangover sets in. I could use the decent night's sleep. Haven't had that in... ages.

Nightmares? Late-night heroic wake-up calls? [He sits himself on the other sofa, and changes to his pyjamas with a lazy arcane gesture.]

Yes and yes add in late-night performances, early morning dress rehearsals...

Are you volunteering to be my unofficial therapist now? I could save a lot of money by just paying you in wine.

I'm not actually qualified as a therapist, but I'm willing to listen if you want to talk. Just don't tell the board.