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[wishboned]

WHO: Perry Holiday (THE GENIE) & May Decatur (THE MARCH HARE)
WHAT: Perry and May hit the town! One harder than the other.
WHEN: Before May leaves LA (obviously)
WHERE: The second fancy club of the evening
RATING: TBA!

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[may_haigha]

May arched a brow at the push off of that Glorious Gloria. Gloria. G-L-O-R-I-A! May silently sang the song for just a bit, her head bobbing along and even giving a little arm raise and spun around. "Good? I'm great!" She leaned a bit into Perry, the drunken haze glassing her eyes over making him look like James Bond, or better yet, a young Bruce Campbell.

Of course, she knew, she knew he was still Perry, and that looking at him as some hunky fictional or non-fictional characters was wrong. It was Perry. However, that argument had probably gone out the door after the first tequila shot had been introduced to her system. After all, it was difficult to confuse the man that was now checking out Gloria with Kilroy if it weren't for the huge amounts of alcohol.

"Weeeellllllll... not as great as Gloria, but I'm great. Perry?" her words slurred in that way that proved that she had probably replaced any trace of blood in her system with Long Island Iced Teas. (It is May. It has Tea in the name. She has to drink at least three, or she feels like she's betraying alcohol as a whole.) "Did you hear? I'm in People. People thinks I'm pretty. They asked me about all kinds of things." And as quickly as that thought entered her head, her eyes lit up and she grabbed at Perry's shirt in the crazed fashion she was so well-known for.

"Perry," her voice was rushed as if she had the best idea ever. "Perry, Perry, Perry, Perry. We should go to Alcatraz. That's out here right?"