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[gothmogbalrog]

*wakes up with a truly lethal hangover*

*rolls over with a groan, unaware he's been deposited on a couch*

*falls off flat onto his face*

*groans again*

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[_annatar]

*eyeroll*

[gothmogbalrog]

Where'm'I?

[meldamelisse]

>:|

The Temple, you idiot! What the HELL were you thinking!?

[gothmogbalrog]

...

Where's Dave?

[meldamelisse]

*sits down on a chair and starts filing her nails*

You know, I have absolutely no idea? I thought he was in hiding. >:)

[gothmogbalrog]

*groans again and rubs his face with a hand as he sprawls on the floor*

Shit. He was drinking. With me.

[meldamelisse]

Oh? Was he, now?

Well. Maybe you'd better look for him in the palantir.

[_annatar]

And do you generally blow up buildings when you're out drinking?

[gothmogbalrog]

...

...

Oh.

That.

It... seemed like a good idea at the time? :S

[_annatar]

You're well out of it, at any rate.

[gothmogbalrog]

It was all thingy's idea anyway. Steve... no. Wait. I'm Steve. DAVE! His idea. Yeah.

[meldamelisse]

*examines her nails closely, then starts filing away at them again*

The dragon's a liability.

[_annatar]

He's inexperienced and impulsive. *arches eyebrows meaningfully* Not unlike someone else in this room. He just needs to learn a small lesson here.

[meldamelisse]

I refuse to be compared to that... that... LIZARD>

[gothmogbalrog]

*snickers*

[meldamelisse]

Shut up or I'll scream right into your hungover ear, Gothmog.