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bakerstreet2015-04-05 12:15 am
chatona) wrote in bakerstreet2015-04-05 12:15 am
drunk: the meme
 drunk: the meme
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[ none of them get drunk very often — no, that is not entirely true, or at least it depends on one's definition of "them". neither enjolras nor combeferre get drunk particularly often, but if "them" includes courfeyrac or even grantaire, the statistics shift quite fundamentally and the statement no longer holds.
even so — tonight has seen them celebrate a victory against courts and in the media that combeferre knows will sustain enjolras for darker times to come and that he himself hopes will mean actual movement, reform instead of revolution. it is not that he doesn't see the necessity for measures as drastic and beliefs as strong as enjolras proposes and holds, but that he wishes things could be different. either way, tonight has been a victory, and so they have celebrated in the small bar above which they usually hold their meetings, too much red wine and too little water or food in between.
combeferre would like to think that he is not a lightweight, but the way the world seems to sway around him says otherwise. ]
even so — tonight has seen them celebrate a victory against courts and in the media that combeferre knows will sustain enjolras for darker times to come and that he himself hopes will mean actual movement, reform instead of revolution. it is not that he doesn't see the necessity for measures as drastic and beliefs as strong as enjolras proposes and holds, but that he wishes things could be different. either way, tonight has been a victory, and so they have celebrated in the small bar above which they usually hold their meetings, too much red wine and too little water or food in between.
combeferre would like to think that he is not a lightweight, but the way the world seems to sway around him says otherwise. ]
What's wrong? [Having spotted the almost empty bottle of Russian vodka.]
[The entire night is a terrible idea, of course. Defying death has a way of leading to celebrations, which in turn have a way of leading to taverns, which then lead to wine. While Morrigan prefers to keep her wits about her, tonight she is too proud -- and possibly in too good a mood -- not to rise to the challenge of withstanding a tankard of what is surely the most miserable ale the world has ever known. She will never do it again.
What she insists is the last glass of wine anyone can offer her is mostly meant to replace the lingering taste of ale in her mouth with something better until she turns to water for refreshment. Taking her glass outside, where there are fewer people to find annoying, she braces a shoulder against the wall of the building, bends one leg at the knee, and starts to inelegantly tug her boot off.
Her fingers are less deft than usual, but it should not be the trial that it is.]
What she insists is the last glass of wine anyone can offer her is mostly meant to replace the lingering taste of ale in her mouth with something better until she turns to water for refreshment. Taking her glass outside, where there are fewer people to find annoying, she braces a shoulder against the wall of the building, bends one leg at the knee, and starts to inelegantly tug her boot off.
Her fingers are less deft than usual, but it should not be the trial that it is.]
[Inquisitor Lavellan is an absolutely awful drinker. Her temperament tends toward the, well, temperamental, mercurial, and she tends to become rather humorless if she's not regularly forced to attend nights like these. So no, she does not drink well because she's not often drinking. This is her pretty far gone.
Now, Morrigan is someone she liked almost from the moment they met. She is not sure if this is poor or biased judgment on her part--Leliana would have her believe that it is--but at the moment they are just drinking. Nothing about the fate of anything going on here. Just a night of being drunk and blissfully disconnected from the pressures et cetera et cetera and oh look at that she miscalculated her stumbling and headed straight into Morrigan. No matter. Arms wrap around the witch from behind to avoid a fall (Pel's, not Morrigan's; Pel is pretty tiny), while a booze-flushed cheek presses against Morrigan's back.]
Whatcha dooooooing? [the Inquisitor asks petulantly.]
Now, Morrigan is someone she liked almost from the moment they met. She is not sure if this is poor or biased judgment on her part--Leliana would have her believe that it is--but at the moment they are just drinking. Nothing about the fate of anything going on here. Just a night of being drunk and blissfully disconnected from the pressures et cetera et cetera and oh look at that she miscalculated her stumbling and headed straight into Morrigan. No matter. Arms wrap around the witch from behind to avoid a fall (Pel's, not Morrigan's; Pel is pretty tiny), while a booze-flushed cheek presses against Morrigan's back.]
Whatcha dooooooing? [the Inquisitor asks petulantly.]
Edited 2015-04-05 02:42 (UTC)
Edited 2015-04-04 23:43 (UTC)
No, no, no! [ Wedge slams down a bottle onto Horatio's table, pushing aside the dregs they dare call alcohol here. ] Now, this... [ He says, pouring Horatio a drink, fingers wobbly. ] ...is whiskey. And not just any whiskey, no—Whyren's Reserve. Best in the galaxy.
Edited 2015-04-06 04:33 (UTC)
I watched it for Denis Lawson, ended up buying the rest of the series because it's that good
sfoils
- 2015-04-10 05:26 (UTC) - ExpandTHREADJACK SNEAK ATTACK HIIIYAH! Except it's not sneaking if I PM the OP beforehand lol.
last_ofthe_jedi
- 2015-04-12 00:46 (UTC) - ExpandFelicity sighed, as she walked into Verdant, sighing as she looked at the bar. She marched straight over to Dean, and slid into the empty seat next to him.
She ordered a merlo from Sara and sipped it quietly for a minute.
"So is the booze helping?"
She ordered a merlo from Sara and sipped it quietly for a minute.
"So is the booze helping?"
[Info. Already making eyes at your character, most likely, or giggling about something.]
Edited 2015-04-05 00:04 (UTC)
[At the point of drunkenness where he's still plenty lucid but past most of his inhibitions, Luke has taken to entertaining Fortescue by balancing various objects on his chin. He can't remember why, it just happened. With her legs draped across his lap he doesn't have great range of movement but that's making his efforts that much funnier.
When the empty cup topples over and Luke makes a comical display of just barely catching it, especially when it sort of hit him in the face as it went, he's already falling into a fit of drunken laughter, his face rather flushed.]
When the empty cup topples over and Luke makes a comical display of just barely catching it, especially when it sort of hit him in the face as it went, he's already falling into a fit of drunken laughter, his face rather flushed.]
[He might be drunk. Or, he might be pretending to be drunk.]
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