[Voice / Action]
Age is just a number. 34. 35. Close enough, right?
[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]
Damn it! These rocks are defective. [As opposed to functional rocks?] Tashigi!
[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.
[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]
[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]
Damn it! These rocks are defective. [As opposed to functional rocks?] Tashigi!
[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.
[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]