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[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney's been drinking. It come as quite a shock to those who know him, but between the baby and the rehabilitating junkie, it's been a long time since he's has let himself go. Sure, he still pulls the flask out every now and then, but he hasn't been the perpetually slurring, gregarious, mad leprechaun that the world is used to

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[parkinsonpink]

Raunchy lyrics, loud and drunken singing -- of course it would be the leprechaun.

*makes a wide berth as she leaves the Mansion with some of the yoga books*

[mad_leprechaun]

Not quite wide enough.

Sweeney broke off singing to wolf-whistle after her.

[parkinsonpink]

Pansy squares her shoulders, all cool and collective. Her high fashion pumps tap down the steps. It's only because of Jackrabbit and Mo Chroi that she doesn't hit with 'the hex'.

[mad_leprechaun]

"C'mon, ain't ya even gonna say 'hey' to your old pal, Sweeney?"

[parkinsonpink]

*turns slowly* 'Inner balance, inner balance....'

"Hey, old pal Sweeney," she repeats in her most clipped tone.

[mad_leprechaun]

"That's better," he said, grinning at her tone. "Where is it yer off to in such a damn hurry?"

[parkinsonpink]

"...How much have you had to drink?" It must be a lot, because he's -never- been so talkative with her.

[mad_leprechaun]

"Don't you be worrying about me, love. I've had plenty."

[parkinsonpink]

"Clearly. You've never been this -polite- to me," she says, bristling at the 'love' endearment. "If you must know, I was on my way home...and I wasn't moving in a hurry, either."

[mad_leprechaun]

"What? You want me to call ya nasty names? Because I sure as hell can."

[parkinsonpink]

"I'd prefer you call me by my given name, but fat chance of that happening, right? You don't like me, I abhor you -- that's how it is."

[mad_leprechaun]

"Think you can rachet me up from 'don't like,' princess," he growled.

[parkinsonpink]

*closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose*

"Serenity...now," she mutters. "Fine, you hate my very guts. Satisfied, leprechaun?"

[mad_leprechaun]

"Yeah, alright," he said, leaning back serenely. Sweeney rarely has problems finding serenity, especially after a drink or two.

[parkinsonpink]

"Now that -that's- cleared up," she says, turning to finish descending. One of the books slips and falls two steps down. Sighing, the young witch stoops demurely -- as best she can in a knee-length skirt-- to retrieve it.

[mad_leprechaun]

He grins hugely and wolf-whistles again. Not exactly original, but at least he's consistant.