The song of drunken men

[absintheandlies]

After the New Year's Eve party, Grantaire methodically drank his way into the deep slumber of the heavily intoxicated. When he eventually found his way back to consciousness, he decided some sort of proclamation or announcement was in order. So he made his way slowly up... up... up... And when he got to the crow's nest, he began to sing. There's

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[joliaigle]

*glances up, amused, and cups his hands, calling up* I'd join you, o winecask, but I'd probably end up sprawled on deck again anyway.

[absintheandlies]

Ah, then I shall have to pine for you. And for the wine that is quickly dwindling. *looks mournfully at the empty bottles at his feet*

[joliaigle]

*amused* Perhaps I should grow wings and bring you some!

[absintheandlies]

Just like the eagle you are! I am fortunate at least in some of my friends.

[joliaigle]

But of course! You're friends with an eagle and a baron. *grins*

[absintheandlies]

An eagle, a baron and a bottle! *lifts said bottle and to his dismay finds it quite empty* The devil! My friends start to desert me now.

[joliaigle]

Like I said, I'd bring you some if I could fly. I doubt our fearless leader has any, anyway.

[absintheandlies]

I'm sure he does.

[joliaigle]

Wings, or wine?

[absintheandlies]

Both...neither...je n'sais pas.