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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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[Drunk drunk or blood drunk????]

[Oh maaaaan... that is the question! A little of both could work perhaps. Should they know who each other are? Like Mitchell wasn't staked and all that plus still living with Annie and the new line up?

Annie would be so disappointed you boys lol]

The truth is, living at Honolulu Heights isn't as horrible as Hal was expecting. It took a bit of convincing after Leo and Pearl's departure, what with Tom grumbling that Annie was turning the house into a Vampire Rehab Clinic, and Hal himself nervous at the thought of trying to go dry with another vampire under the same roof. But it's been refreshing, even comforting, to be around someone who truly understands. Moral support, as it were.

The only problem is that morality swings both ways. So when Mitchell suggests a pub run, Hal lodges only a minor protest before caving in. Surely nothing can happen. Surely one of them will stop the other.

Somewhere down the line, though, the night becomes a blur. And before Hal even realizes it they're stumbling down an unfamiliar street, inhibitions loosened, and all he feels is hunger.

"We should go home," he whispers weakly.

Vampire Rehab Clinic was certainly the way to describe their home. What with Mitchell still dealing with the aftermath of the Box Tunnel 20 and the household knowing about it. Though it had been a little while since then and they'd lost a few friends along the way, Mitchell thought he'd been doing well.

But of course that's how it works. He does really good and then hits rock bottom, yeah? Such as taking Hal out for some drinks, trying to bond with the other vampire, because he really sucked at that in his recent years. Usually he kept away from other vampires, but Hal was like him, trying to stay dry, though it seemed like the other vampire had had much better luck than him.

"Oh come ooon, Hal. The night is still young." Mitchell might have had a few drinks, just a few. Yet he feels it too, the hunger, the craving. It chased him, nagging him in the back of his mind since the murders. It doesn't help of course when they stumble into a part of town neither of them really know, a few late nighters wandering around the streets with them.

When the pounding in his ears starts Mitchell doesn't want to ignore it, but he knows he should.

"Just one more drink," Mitchell murmurs, as if not really there. His eyes are focused on a couple of women ahead of them, probably pub hopping, and he speeds up walking just a little without realizing.

Hal's noticed them too; it's impossible not to, really, with the sound of their pulses faint in his ears, the blood rushing through them hot and fresh. And it shouldn't be this easy to fall into step alongside Mitchell, he should be better than this. They should be better than this.

"Just one," he repeats tonelessly, almost as a question. Yes, perhaps he's had better luck. But he's also got much more blood on his hands. And fifty-five years dry is a long time to wait for the inevitable. At least Mitchell's had a last hurrah, gotten a chance to rip and tear and drink and...

He begins to walk a little faster.

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ooc; I got 8, but the real question is:

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Okay let me know if this works!

This totally works.

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