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[majorum_pride]

Who: Gaheris Rhade and Braxiatel (and anyone else that wants to run into drunken Rhade)
What: The adventures of a man trying to pretend that he didn't drink something terribly frightening.
When: Late on the second day
Where: A classy future-but-retro club where a couple of distinguished conmen can hang out
Warnings & Notes: Mostly silliness.

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[majorum_pride]

[He swallows uncomfortably, but takes a moment to look over Brax's shoulder to give the lady a friendly smile. Yes, they're obviously talking about how pretty you are, miss. And then he turns his attention back to Brax.]

I am not myself, I can say that. [Unless Braxiatel has four feet most of the time. He almost leans on his shoulder. Thinks better of it and stands up straight again.

See that, everyone? He's fine. He's completely fine. Right? Right.]

[majorum_pride]

All Earth-based alcohols. Two kinds of rum and liqueur. [He gently pokes Braxiatel in the tie.] I would not put something in my mouth that wasn't supposed to be there.

[Oh, he's... poking Braxiatel. That's not very dignified.

He smoooothly removes his hand and clasps it with the other one behind his back. Yup. Completely fine. If he's holding his hands together, they can't poke people.]