Drowning my sorrows.... [Closed]
Characters: Phoenix, Miles, and whoever is in Niflheim and would like to get drunk with us. 8D
Content: Miles tries to calm Phoenix down after he discovered that Maya was kidnapped by getting him drunk.
Setting: A bar in the area of the O Pastor hotel in Niflheim
Time: Late Wednesday evening
Warnings: I don't really think Phoenix has been drunk before on anything other than Diet Coke... Possible stripping of the floofy-neck-thing. BEWARE.
Miles had thought it would've taken alot more convincing than it did to get Phoenix here, but he also thought it would take alot more to get the dark-haired lawyer as drunk as he was. Miles was almost amused as he watched Phoenix sit at the bar with his first almost-finished glass in front of him, and he was already starting to slur. Miles was on his second whiskey and was barely getting a buzz.
He looked around the room, smirking like a madman. He wondered idly if there was any karaoke at this bar--Phoenix must be quite the performer when he was like this.
He looked down idly at his empty glass, then motioned for the bartender to pour him some more. He had to admit... drinking with a friend was a bit more fun than just going by yourself. He'd have to try it again sometime. Too bad the Fey girl wasn't old enough to go into a bar yet--he'd have enjoyed himself watching her after her first glass.
Content: Miles tries to calm Phoenix down after he discovered that Maya was kidnapped by getting him drunk.
Setting: A bar in the area of the O Pastor hotel in Niflheim
Time: Late Wednesday evening
Warnings: I don't really think Phoenix has been drunk before on anything other than Diet Coke... Possible stripping of the floofy-neck-thing. BEWARE.
Miles had thought it would've taken alot more convincing than it did to get Phoenix here, but he also thought it would take alot more to get the dark-haired lawyer as drunk as he was. Miles was almost amused as he watched Phoenix sit at the bar with his first almost-finished glass in front of him, and he was already starting to slur. Miles was on his second whiskey and was barely getting a buzz.
He looked around the room, smirking like a madman. He wondered idly if there was any karaoke at this bar--Phoenix must be quite the performer when he was like this.
He looked down idly at his empty glass, then motioned for the bartender to pour him some more. He had to admit... drinking with a friend was a bit more fun than just going by yourself. He'd have to try it again sometime. Too bad the Fey girl wasn't old enough to go into a bar yet--he'd have enjoyed himself watching her after her first glass.