The song of drunken men

[absintheandlies]

After the New Year's Eve party, Grantaire methodically drank his way into the deep slumber of the heavily intoxicated. When he eventually found his way back to consciousness, he decided some sort of proclamation or announcement was in order. So he made his way slowly up... up... up... And when he got to the crow's nest, he began to sing. There's

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[goldeng0d]

*sighs -- and scrambles up to one of the ropes, grabbing on with one hand, and calls up* Grantaire, stop being ridiculous and get down here!

[absintheandlies]

*pauses mid-word* You know, last I heard, calling a man ridiculous was not a way to get him to do anything. *continues right where he left off, louder than before*

[goldeng0d]

*keeps heading up the rope, then -- too much yelling is undignified, after all* Then what am I to do when you are acting ridiculous?

[absintheandlies]

*pauses again* You know, there are some leaders who spare a little respect for those who follow them. *and singing again, louder still*

[joliaigle]

*glances up, amused, and cups his hands, calling up* I'd join you, o winecask, but I'd probably end up sprawled on deck again anyway.

[absintheandlies]

Ah, then I shall have to pine for you. And for the wine that is quickly dwindling. *looks mournfully at the empty bottles at his feet*

[joliaigle]

*amused* Perhaps I should grow wings and bring you some!

[absintheandlies]

Just like the eagle you are! I am fortunate at least in some of my friends.

[three_iscompany]

*glances up, amusedly* Well, if you fall to your death, no one can say you didn't die for your republic. Again.

[absintheandlies]

*quite soberly* If I fall to my death, no one will say a word. *shivers and swallows the majority of another bottle in one gulp*

[three_iscompany]

Oh, no, that isn't true. I will certainly make quite a fuss about it, never fear. But do come down from there, so I don't have to.

[absintheandlies]

*considers* I don't think you're the one to ask me that *and starts singing again*

[alwaysor]

*helpfully* Sir, I think you've been drinking a bit too much.

[absintheandlies]

Do you? I think quite the opposite.

[alwaysor]

Not when you're up...up there.

[absintheandlies]

I could come down. *moves as if to jump off, but isn't that far gone in drink or despair, really*

[noparticiples]

*gives a wave* Haven't seen you in a while.

[absintheandlies]

*waxing melodramatic* And I've pined with every moment! Join me, Courfeyrac and we can drink to...well, to whatever we damn well like!

[noparticiples]

Perhaps we should drink to drinking. It's the only proper way to celebrate your return, after all.

[absintheandlies]

*laughs* I like the way you think, my rabbit. *tosses him a bottle* To drinking!