drinking games?

[theforceoncrack]

Who: Jenny, Gilgamesh, Jackie.
Where: the Bar
When: tonite (Oh aye dieeed in ur arms tonite)
Rating: PG for drunkness?
Summary: Jenny and Gilgamesh have a drinking contest. Jackie watches in trepidation.
the log:

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[heroisms]

His mind swam. Gilgamesh had been human for little more than four, maybe five hours, and already he could feel the effects of his enforced mortality surging through his veins: a heady mixture of adrenaline and alcohol making the world seem brighter, more vibrant that what it really was.

And then there was the woman in front of him. The woman who had helped him, unconditionally and without remorse. Her name was; was; was.

Gilgamesh shook his head. A noise to his left distracted him from his slippery train of thought, causing him to turn his entire body to give it his attention.

"No, m'fraid not," the King of Kings slurred.

[theforceoncrack]

Jenny...? Was she...drunk?

"Hi. Um, that's...nice." He generally thought drunks were entertaining - before they started vomiting or shooting at him - but she'd caught him a bit off-guard. A poem? "what's this...poem's...name?"

[heroisms]

"Gilgamesh, the King of Kings, Lord and Savior of all of Babylon." Gilgamesh laughed and jerked a thumb at himself, obviously amused by his own antics. Being human didn't mean he had to remain serious, after all.

"And, again," he began, looking back towards the obviously inebriated Jennifer. "I am not a poem -- poems are made out of words, and I am made out of..."

The blond paused for a moment, and blinked, looking up at the newcomer. Think of something funny -- anything!

"...things that are not words?"