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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. You know, 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! Hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't literally just met, 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. 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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Despite having next to nothing in the way of a body, Marlowe can hold truly astounding sums of liquor. Five foot seven on a good day, he smokes like a chimney and drinks whiskey from a water glass. His liver is the only thing in the world that loves him, giving up all of itself for him. He is not grateful.

He sits on his barstool, eyes poorly focused with his knuckly hands crimped on the edge of the bar. His hat is up turned next to him and he’s thinking what it would take to fill the thing with cheap whiskey and drink it down. The taste of his own sweat and stale hair polish might tie it all together, who knows?

Seven feet tall, blue, and dead, Luka does not worry about his drinking. He knows he is excellent at it. while he does have discerning tastes he is not impractical about drinking. When it suits him, he will drink anything, or nothing at all.

He stands by the jukebox, leering at the tiny records inside and thumping the technicolor machine on the side. He is cursing to himself without vitriol, keeping his wine nearby. Wine is his go-to, the buttery texture, the warm flush and romantic, sexy drunk. Whiskey, beer, rotgut, he's tried them all and he comes back to wine time and again. Tonight's is a dark, briney Rioja. He sips, then gulps and punches the thick plastic buttons to make the colorful box sing.

( m/m for shipping. )

He's sitting staring into a glass of absinthe that's sitting on the table between his splayed hands. A notebook lies abandoned beside him on the table, its contents almost unreadable, like lines of automatic writing.

Every now and again he sways a little bit, indicating this is not his first glass of absinthe this evening.

He's waiting for it to louche, but the swirling patterns drawn in the absinthe by the emulsifying plant oils have started to assume ghastly shapes (perhaps only to his mind) and he can't look away. Absinthe of course has no true hallucinogenic qualities but Dorian's brain has become diseased, a minefield of memetic hazards.

Edited 2023-11-16 00:24 (UTC)

[ooc; prefer the shippier side of things.]

[Canon, crosscanon, AUs, assumed CR, I'm here for all of it.]

[AU where Kuina survives. Did she live somehow and no one knows? Did her father know and lie for some reason? Did she survive and has no memory of her past? Did she survive and fall in with some other pirates or pirate hunters? Is she searching for Zoro? Or maybe she survived and joined the Straw Hats in Zoro's place. Honestly I'm here for all of these and any other possibilities. As well as crosscanon and assumed CR.

Voicetesting.]

[She's an Eladrin circle of the moon druid who is more than a little bit of a chaos gremlin. A charming one, though.]

Drink drank drunk

Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA

Malenia | Elden Ring | ota

Marlowe -Chandler- OtA

Luka -OC- OtA

suguru geto / jjk

wolf o'donnell || a fox in space || ota

Jason Todd | Titans

Dorian Pearl, a poet doomed || OC {The Yellow King RPG} || OTA

bix caleen || andor || ota

Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role

Kuina (AU) | OPLA

Elora | DnD 5e OC

Grace | Stray Gods