Baby you could do a whole lot better ♥ [OPEN]

[setveracity]

WHO: Richard Cypher [setveracity] and others...who may be sober?
WHAT: Beware of giggling drunk Richard. Beware~...
WHERE: The bonfire at the beach.
WHEN: Third night of the carnival.

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[oldclock]

[Miranda can't help but notice these shenanigans, here. That there is a man, quite very drunk sitting on the log next to the one she's sitting on the edge of. She watches him, blinking a little when he takes another swig of his drink as she lifts her own drink(her first one and she's not intent on another, really, since she's only enjoying the carnival this time) to take a sip.]

A-ah... Sir..? [She laughs nervously, lifting a hang to try to get his attention.]

Are you... a-alright?

[setveracity]

[He turns his half opened eyes towards her and arched a brow. Lifting his own drink he tapped it against hers before finishing the rest.]

Ehehehe... [He reached behind and pulled out another drink.] I've...never been...[He paused.]

[oldclock]

[Miranda stares at him for a moment, waiting for him to finish that sentence. Though he doesn't.]

Never been...?

[She blinks at him.]

[setveracity]

[Richard kept staring off into space not blinking until he saw movement in the corner of his eye.] Ah...never been...

What was I talking about again?

[d0uble_edged]

Walking silently alone to the beach, Emil relished the feeling of the sand on his feet, and the cool breeze. That relish is short-lived, however, when Emil is disturbed by a man talking and giggling to himself. He appeared to be heavily drunk, and kept pointing around for no apparent reason.

Emil hesitated for awhile. Should he help the man, or not? In the end, Emil's kindness got the better of him, and he slowly walked towards the man, not wanting to disturb him or anything, lest he attacked Emil all of a sudden.

He had to raise his voice a little though, since he was quite a distance away. "E-excuse me, sir? Are you okay?"

[setveracity]

[He lifted his head looking up and flashed him a smile. He blinked several times. When that didn't work he tried to rub his eyes.]

Well...I can't see you. So I guess I'm not okay. [He breaks once more into a fit of giggles.]

[d0uble_edged]

I-I see..

[Emil took a step back, then started forward again. He saw a bottle on the sand, seemingly untouched. Emil bent down to pick it up, then opened it and took a sip. It was beer. Emil drank a little more and found himself starting to like it.]

[setveracity]

Are...[burp] Excuse me--are you sure you should be drinking?

[Richard tried to poke him and giggled gesturing a hand to himself.] You may turn out like this.

/throws a hot half-human your way

[savedthehead]

[Festivities... are something foreign to Clare. The bartenders were astounded when she downed a beer - not entirely strange, this version, though its taste was something Clare could offer an opinion on - and walked away without so much of a swagger.

On the beach, she is at least more comfortable. She stands in front of the fire, quietly sipping on another beer, forcing her body to filter out the alcohol.

Her eyes close in irritation as a drunk behind her begins to speak.]

/stares at hot half-human

[setveracity]

Hey, hey, hey...[He tried reaching towards the person in front of him but being drunk threw his coordination off. So when he thought he grabbed her and his hand passed right through her he stopped.]

...whoa. Are you a ghost?! W...wait, I...have to tell you something first. [Quickly he gestured her towards him.]

[savedthehead]

[She didn't expected that. As far as Clare knew, she had no ability that could make her insubstantial. Surprise flickered across her face.

And now this drunk wanted to speak to her. She ignored him for the time being.]

[setveracity]

Hey~...[He leaned forward further trying to grab her again and instead fell, shoulder first, into the sand.]

He-erk! [From his spot he started laughing harder and didn't try to get up. Instead, he rolled onto his back.]

[songinherheart]

[Magda is sitting nearby, watching the bonfire. She's on at least her third drink, and still seems very sober. As Richard starts to talk, she rolls her eyes and turns to him.]

What's so bloody funny?

[setveracity]

[He managed to stop giggling and tried to answer her. Tried being the key verb here.]

Ah, well...[He choked and snorted causing him to start laughing.]

[songinherheart]

[She turns to face him totally. She looks him up and down, eyebrows raised.]

You're totally sloshed, aren't you?

[setveracity]

[Her movement caused him to back up a bit and cover his beer protectively.] ...maybe.