004 ✿ Ceithir
A. Action/phone from 919 Bilko
Gilgamesh had invited Connla over for one purpose: to get drunk.
They had succeeded.
An undisclosed amount of alcohol later-- not that Connla would have been coherent enough to count all those bottles even if he had wanted to-- there one drunk boy and one pretending-to-be-drunk boy hanging around. So, for all intents and purposes, two demigod boys, inebriated, one of whom had gotten the brilliant idea that there was a phone and there were people at the other ends of those phones and why weren't they calling them already.
This could only end well.
B. Everywhere else, doing all the things
Two boys couldn't be expected to stay cooped up in a house all day, especially not when one was drunk and there was mischief to be had. Especially mischief that involved Lancer and trolling the hell out of him. Be afraid, Hound of Ulster. Be very afraid. So there is, at least, one boy who is sort of weaving as he walked, because wow he didn't know that the ground could get all wobbly like that, and probably laughing at every other thing that Kogil said, because everything was funny now!
For now, at least. Later might be a different story, and tomorrow would hold all sorts of interesting miseries, but at the moment, Connla was a happy little intoxicated derp boy who was having a damn good time.
There was only one question:
Is your body ready, Mayfield?
Gilgamesh had invited Connla over for one purpose: to get drunk.
They had succeeded.
An undisclosed amount of alcohol later-- not that Connla would have been coherent enough to count all those bottles even if he had wanted to-- there one drunk boy and one pretending-to-be-drunk boy hanging around. So, for all intents and purposes, two demigod boys, inebriated, one of whom had gotten the brilliant idea that there was a phone and there were people at the other ends of those phones and why weren't they calling them already.
This could only end well.
B. Everywhere else, doing all the things
Two boys couldn't be expected to stay cooped up in a house all day, especially not when one was drunk and there was mischief to be had. Especially mischief that involved Lancer and trolling the hell out of him. Be afraid, Hound of Ulster. Be very afraid. So there is, at least, one boy who is sort of weaving as he walked, because wow he didn't know that the ground could get all wobbly like that, and probably laughing at every other thing that Kogil said, because everything was funny now!
For now, at least. Later might be a different story, and tomorrow would hold all sorts of interesting miseries, but at the moment, Connla was a happy little intoxicated derp boy who was having a damn good time.
There was only one question:
Is your body ready, Mayfield?