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

Comments

[alwaysor]

*helpfully* Sir, I think you've been drinking a bit too much.

[absintheandlies]

Do you? I think quite the opposite.

[alwaysor]

Not when you're up...up there.

[absintheandlies]

I could come down. *moves as if to jump off, but isn't that far gone in drink or despair, really*

[alwaysor]

No! No, that wouldn't be good...please, Sir, don't do that!

[absintheandlies]

*no need to worry, because a wave of nausea hit him and now he's clinging to the pole like a limpet* No... I think I'm staying here.

[alwaysor]

Or you could come down...slowly and carefully.

[absintheandlies]

No... I don't think I can.

[alwaysor]

I'm sure you can, just as long as you are very, very careful.

[absintheandlies]

...I don't think so. *slumps on the bottom of the crow's nest, snoozing*