Who: Everyone What: Oktoberfest, the beer version Where: The large building in the park When: September 27 to October 4 Warnings: Alcohol and all the havoc it may bring.
Wow, coordinating movement while intoxicated was way harder when you were a quadruped... Nall assumed. He hadn't drank while in his human form but he would put good money on that bet.
Normally, alcohol wasn't the sort of thing that would draw his inherent attention... but after the building had been boarded up, his curiosity had become peaked. So when it had opened up, he'd had to go see what the fuss was about! It had been kind of embarassing asking for a saucer of beer to accomodate his form... at first. And it hadn't tasted all that great either, but he'd been determined to find out what the appeal was. So he'd asked for another... and then another... and then he found that he just didn't care about the means towards getting the beer, he was having way too much fun! There were lots of people here and just watching them was amusing
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Brain breakage in 3... 2...bulletserenadeOctober 7 2009, 09:48:26 UTC
The alcohol's influence had made Jr. speak his mind - and then some. He threw back his head and laughed loudly. When he was done, he turned a slightly unfocused gaze to Nall. "I'm 26, fuzzball. I'm more than legal."
HE REALLY CAN!catslooklikemeOctober 9 2009, 07:58:52 UTC
Nall gaped. How the heck could Red toss back a drink that fast? What the crap?
And he was getting worse off by the minute... Nall pushed aside the nagging voice that was encouraging him to convince Jr. to do something he'd regret the next morning.
"But... how does that work?" he asked. "Do people where you come from just age real slow?"
Re: HE REALLY CAN!bulletserenadeOctober 9 2009, 08:31:16 UTC
Jr. laughed again, but there was a distinctly bitter edge to it this time. "Naaah, jus' me. I'm speeeecial." He finished the beer in his hand, then grabbed for another one. "Stupid URTV genes, messin' wit my childhood. N' Gaignun's too. Prob'ly that nutty Albedo too." As he continued on, more to himself than Nall, his expression darkened from a smile to a frustrated frown.
Even with Nall's diminished mental capacities, he could tell one thing for sure: Jr. wasn't joking. Weird. He had more questions, but Red wasn't smiling anymore and that wasn't good.
"Soooo... alright, you're 26," he stated with a grin. "Does this mean I should designate myself as your official," he flexed a wing, making it stand out from the rest of his body, "wingman for the evening?"
It took him a bit of thinking to get that, but when he did, Jr. burst into genuine laughter. "Y'know what? I like you. Yer annoyin' an' loud, but y'got spunk."
Wow, coordinating movement while intoxicated was way harder when you were a quadruped... Nall assumed. He hadn't drank while in his human form but he would put good money on that bet.
Normally, alcohol wasn't the sort of thing that would draw his inherent attention... but after the building had been boarded up, his curiosity had become peaked. So when it had opened up, he'd had to go see what the fuss was about! It had been kind of embarassing asking for a saucer of beer to accomodate his form... at first. And it hadn't tasted all that great either, but he'd been determined to find out what the appeal was. So he'd asked for another... and then another... and then he found that he just didn't care about the means towards getting the beer, he was having way too much fun! There were lots of people here and just watching them was amusing ( ... )
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And then finally responded, "How much have you had to drink tonight, Red?"
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"That don't matter." He speech was getting more slurred, but he didn't seem to care. "I'm tellin' tha truth. I jus' look like 'm twelve."
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And he was getting worse off by the minute... Nall pushed aside the nagging voice that was encouraging him to convince Jr. to do something he'd regret the next morning.
"But... how does that work?" he asked. "Do people where you come from just age real slow?"
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"Soooo... alright, you're 26," he stated with a grin. "Does this mean I should designate myself as your official," he flexed a wing, making it stand out from the rest of his body, "wingman for the evening?"
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