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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[noparticiples]

*gives a wave* Haven't seen you in a while.

[absintheandlies]

*waxing melodramatic* And I've pined with every moment! Join me, Courfeyrac and we can drink to...well, to whatever we damn well like!

[noparticiples]

Perhaps we should drink to drinking. It's the only proper way to celebrate your return, after all.

[absintheandlies]

*laughs* I like the way you think, my rabbit. *tosses him a bottle* To drinking!

[noparticiples]

*grin* Of course you do. I'm rather fond of it myself. *drinks!*

[absintheandlies]

*and of course needs no encouragement to do the same* You know, the world would be a better place if more people were like you, my rabbit.

[noparticiples]

If I may ask, why am I suddenly your rabbit?

[absintheandlies]

Why? Why, because of your little, fluffy tail, of course!

Typist: ...I don't know either.

[noparticiples]

Of course. Why didn't I guess?

Typist: XDD

[absintheandlies]

*pats his shoulder consolingly* Don't worry, petit lapin. You'll grow clever like me some day.

[noparticiples]

*dryly* I can only dream.