drunk as a skunk

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Them rule things
1. Post with your name and fandom and preferences
2. You (or the responder or both) are drunk as a dunk
3. RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR
4. Stay cool, you crazy cats.


SCENARIOS
1. Dragged away from the bar
Dude, it's totally time to put that glass down ok. And because I am an awesome friend, I am going to do you the favor.

2. Strip poker
Yeah, well. There's been worse ideas hasn't there?

3. Gone streaking
So you're feeling groovy and hot because you are hot, duh. Time to let it all hand out, man.

4. Friendly Terrorism
What's a little eggs and toilet paper on your best friend's car hurt?

5. Bar fight
YOU KNOW WHAT, SCREW YOU BUDDY. I WANT ANOTHER ROUND.

6. Obligatory one night stand
Yeah, well. Shit happens.

7. Dancing in the streets
Like streaking except more ridiculous unless you're David Bowie and Mick Jagger.

8. Terrible Karaoke
You knew this was coming.

9. Chug off
ACTUALLY I AM NOT DRUNK ENOUGH SO BRING IT

10. WHO KNOWS
You're just drunk, man. Roll with it.

Comments

[sheriffing]

Keep you from expecting things from me.

[Which let's face it, he never did before. He knew better then, and now he just sees her missing him.]

[hattergonnahat]

Like what? I'm kind of relying on you here anyway...

[ He shrugs mildly, gesturing behind him to the door. ]

You, the doctor, and that little girl are all I have to go on, if I want any sort of answers. And the doctor kind of freaks me out, to be honest.

[sheriffing]

He wants to bring back the dead. Reanimating corpses makes him a hell of a lot crazier than the Mad Hatter.

[Maybe that was why Jefferson was usually the one defending him.

And if he's wondering if Emma really is drunk, the fact that she looks back at the door like there's something to see might remind him that yes, she has put away more than her share of drinks tonight.]

Grace - you need to get used to calling her by her name.

[hattergonnahat]

Grace.

[ He smiles a little at that, turning his attention back to the shot glass. ]

Wonder if she was born on a Tuesday. You know the rhyme I'm talking about, right?

[sheriffing]

Yeah, I know it.

[And so does he, but not the day his daughter was born on. She drags her teeth against her lower lip before finally deciding to straighten up.]

I shouldn't have had that last beer.

[hattergonnahat]

Probably not. Tomorrow morning's going to be a bitch.

[ Fitting, as he's going to go visit one. ]

You going to be alright?

[sheriffing]

I've already told you I'm fine, what else do you want from me?

[She's already planning on sending David down to the station before her. That's what parents are for, right?]

[hattergonnahat]

Of course. Stupid of me to forget.

[ And that leaves an awkward pause in the conversation doesn't it? With a slight groan he pulls himself from his seat, reaching into his pocket to pay off the barkeep. ]

Sorry. Bad joke.

[sheriffing]

[She rolls her eyes at the comment as she pays her bill, holding on to the edge of the counter as she slowly starts to stand.

It takes a lot more effort than it should.]

I'm getting too old for this.

[hattergonnahat]

Here...

[ Without thinking he reaches to help her steady herself, a hand at her back to keep her balance. He's not stone-sober himself, but he can stand straight at least. She's...well, a ways past that. ]

[sheriffing]

[She can stand straight, or she thinks she can. She can stand up at least, even if it takes her a second to let go.]

At least I'm not getting arrested.

[hattergonnahat]

Not unless you drive. Then I think you're obligated to take yourself down to the station.

[sheriffing]

Hey, that's how I spent my first night in Storybrooke. In a holding cell for driving under the influence after one drink when I wasn't drunk.

[An actual explanation might be nice, huh?]

There was a wolf in the middle of the road. I swerved and hit the sign.

[hattergonnahat]

Trying to leave, right? I've heard that stuff tends to happen when you do...

[sheriffing]

Yeah, but I was never cursed. Technically I can come and go, and I have.

[To go to Manhattan, for Neal.]

I guess you can too, since you don't remember anything anyway.

[hattergonnahat]

[ He shrugs hollowly. ]

Where would I go? Anything worth trying to get back is here.

[sheriffing]

Like Grace, and she can't leave. Right.

[She jingles her keys in her pocket, hoping someone will be home when she gets there so that she doesn't have to attempt opening a door like this.]

Traveling used to be your thing, you were a portal jumper. You traveled to different worlds.

[hattergonnahat]

What, between here and the...Enchanted Forest?

[ He really hopes she's not planning to drive. He gives the keys a glance, lifting his gaze to rest on her with a skeptical look. ]

[sheriffing]

No, you couldn't get here before. No magic.

[She shrugs at the look. Her key to the apartment is on that set. Home is only a few blocks off, she'll walk.]

Magical worlds. Oz. Wonderland. Places like that. You'd go after precious objects that other people couldn't get to. Your hat had magic, it opened a portal.

...It's too late for this.