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[_fingolfin]

*takes Airekáno back to Fin's and convinces her to look after him for a few hours*

*heads to the pub and proceeds to get properly sloshed*

*eventually staggers home and continues to drink, decorating the living room with shattered glassware when he decides to use it for an impromptu (albeit one-sided) game of catch with the wall*

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[bastard_irmo]

*manifests in your living room*

You know... I'm not sure this is a Valar-sanctioned method of dealing with grief.

[_fingolfin]

...Outta my house, Vala. 'M BUSY.

[bastard_irmo]

No you're not. You're drunk. There's a difference.

[_fingolfin]

Okaysh. Wossyer POINT?!

*throws another glass at the wall*

'S a gooood sound, eh?

[bastard_irmo]

*winces*

Well... being this plastered doesn't help anyone. Oh, and incidentally, we've moved your wife to Lorien.

[_fingolfin]

Donnn't NEED yer help. Leavin' BECAUSE of you incompetenenet types. Where's Fe-fe? 'E ready ta leave yet?

Whashe moveta Lórien fer? Know she'snot coming but...sheesh. Tell 'er she c'n live in 'er own houssse. HONES'LY.

[bastard_irmo]

. . .

Leaving?

Uhm...

What year is this?

[_fingolfin]

Fourteen nine'y-five youdolt. Maybe I'm not th' drunk one 'ere?

[bastard_irmo]

...

*decides to attempt a different approach*

Ach, well, booze is all well and good but HERE! Smoke this!!

*produces a sizeable joint and waves it at you*

[_fingolfin]

FUCK OFF. 'Fore I go get Ringil.

*stumbles and braces himself against the wall* Got work t' do, ssssee. Sometin'. Ferget atta moment. BUT 'S IMPORTANT!

[bastard_irmo]

*shrugs, seeing no sense in wasting good drugs and lights up*

Right. Well. We might be incompetent and all that, but right now I'd much rather you didn't pass out and choke on your own vomit or anything like that.

[_fingolfin]

*starts unsteadily toward wherever he thinks he'll find Ringil*

*trips on some glass and falls on his ass*

Ow. Mind getting me sword so's I c'n run ya through?

[bastard_irmo]

*sighs and pulls you to your feet*

I'd much rather you didn't, really.

[_fingolfin]

Well, 't the fuck you WANT then?!

[bastard_irmo]

*sighs*

Making sure you're alright is all. The wife's busy or she'd do it... that and I'm better at taking verbal abuse from drunkards after spending far too long hanging out with Aule back on the Second Age... THAT was a hoot...

[_fingolfin]

*lets all that in one ear and out the other*

'M fine. Be better 'f I could get a decent drink 'round thisss damn stopsicle pand.