30 Days of Flashfic - Day 21 Write a scene with a drink(ing) of some sort
This a Flashfic based on a prompt from ravenswept's 30 Days of Flash Fiction Meme
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Day 21 - Prompt: Write a scene with a drink(ing) of some sort
A return to Day 2's Write a scene with a drunken mythological creature, skipping ahead a few minutes from the end of that piece.
Title: Mythological Drinking Game
Hercules tried to remember how he had been talked into getting drunk.
"It's the mortals fault!"
Inari laughed, "Ah! That's a full shot."
Five shot glasses slammed back to the table moments later.
"The mortals, are you saying mortals forced liqueur on my baby?"
"Oh! She called him her baby, that's a sip of beer."
Thor laughed, draining his beer if one long swallow. "A sip, and where's the fun in that."
"Mother! Please, not in front of everybody!"
"Ooh, I don't remember a rule for that. Is there one for Cupid whining about being called her baby yet?"
Everyone at the table thought for a moment, trying to remember past the alcohol. Finally Inari poured a bit of mead into a crystal mug. "I say a sip. He's a lil' kid. Going to whine too much."
Thor laughed and poured a glass of mead for himself, draining it just a quickly. "There, a sip."
Hercules took a sip and frowned. "I feel like I'm forgetting something."
Mars roared something he couldn't quite make out prompting another complaint from Cupid.
"Would you like a clue?"
Hercules felt suddenly cold and sober. "Discordia."
"Please, call me Eris. That other name is far too blatant."
"Did you cause this?"
"Mmm, I may have arranged for Mars and Venus to find out what happened a touch sooner. But the rest? My, but you have all been so entertaining even before I bothered to do anything."
"And I should believe you would tell me what I'm forgetting?"
"Of course. Because betting upon it shall be ever so much fun. No matter which way it comes out."
"Fine, and what is this wager you are proposing?"
"Well, Cupid had quite a bit of wine to drink, yes? And despite the condition of Skuld's dress he still had quite a bit in him. Then all of you forced several cups of coffee upon him, correct?"
"What of it? We needed to get him sober. Or at least more so."
"What of it! Think my dear hero, all that to drink? How is his poor little body to hold it all? The wager is simple, how will it leave him and how soon?"
My 30 Days of Flashfic Index Page
Day 21 - Prompt: Write a scene with a drink(ing) of some sort
A return to Day 2's Write a scene with a drunken mythological creature, skipping ahead a few minutes from the end of that piece.
Title: Mythological Drinking Game
Hercules tried to remember how he had been talked into getting drunk.
"It's the mortals fault!"
Inari laughed, "Ah! That's a full shot."
Five shot glasses slammed back to the table moments later.
"The mortals, are you saying mortals forced liqueur on my baby?"
"Oh! She called him her baby, that's a sip of beer."
Thor laughed, draining his beer if one long swallow. "A sip, and where's the fun in that."
"Mother! Please, not in front of everybody!"
"Ooh, I don't remember a rule for that. Is there one for Cupid whining about being called her baby yet?"
Everyone at the table thought for a moment, trying to remember past the alcohol. Finally Inari poured a bit of mead into a crystal mug. "I say a sip. He's a lil' kid. Going to whine too much."
Thor laughed and poured a glass of mead for himself, draining it just a quickly. "There, a sip."
Hercules took a sip and frowned. "I feel like I'm forgetting something."
Mars roared something he couldn't quite make out prompting another complaint from Cupid.
"Would you like a clue?"
Hercules felt suddenly cold and sober. "Discordia."
"Please, call me Eris. That other name is far too blatant."
"Did you cause this?"
"Mmm, I may have arranged for Mars and Venus to find out what happened a touch sooner. But the rest? My, but you have all been so entertaining even before I bothered to do anything."
"And I should believe you would tell me what I'm forgetting?"
"Of course. Because betting upon it shall be ever so much fun. No matter which way it comes out."
"Fine, and what is this wager you are proposing?"
"Well, Cupid had quite a bit of wine to drink, yes? And despite the condition of Skuld's dress he still had quite a bit in him. Then all of you forced several cups of coffee upon him, correct?"
"What of it? We needed to get him sober. Or at least more so."
"What of it! Think my dear hero, all that to drink? How is his poor little body to hold it all? The wager is simple, how will it leave him and how soon?"