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[bloody_awful]

Another day, another hangover, another Hair of the Dog that bit him... and that was one hell of a nasty dog. Demonically possessed bulldog, red eyes, frothing, and let's not even begin to think about the toxic farting

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[broodingbacchus]

...yeah, Imri knows that feeling from the inside.

A sympathetic glance from the far-too-pretty D'Angeline boy as he quietly orders and sits on a nearby barstool.

Hey, it's cheaper than wine, all right? And fizzlier!

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John muses. "Hmm... don't get them anything for the kitchen. Everyone does that. No useless vases and such either. Not that I know much about these things," he chuckles, "but I know that a lot of young couples end up looking at a lot of their gifts and saying 'what the fuck are we supposed to do with this piece of crap?' "

[broodingbacchus]

Imriel laughs.

"No vases, then. Wise advice."

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John smokes his cigarette and happily expands on his theme. "And then there's the horrible sculpture that you get from Great Aunt Hettie that you put in the back of the wardrobe and have to drag out and plonk on the mantel whenever she visits so she won't write you out of the will." He winks. "Or so I'm told."

John smiles. It's good to see the boy laugh. He was worried there for a moment.

[broodingbacchus]

He can totally laugh! Ignore the angst behind the curtain!

In fact, he's still chuckling slightly.

"I've never heard someone cut an heir from the line of succession over a bit of sculpture, but I think I know of a few who'd consider it."

His countrymen can be regrettably shallow.

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"You never know what's going to offend some people. Especially cranky old aunts with a lot of money to give away."

If there's one thing that John knows, it's this: the more angst, the more you have to laugh. Only way to keep going.

[broodingbacchus]

Stunted tree reaching towards sunlight, etc. etc.

Imri is grateful for the distraction.

"I believe cranky old aunts may be something of a universal constant," he says dryly. "Monied or otherwise."

Not that he has one himself, but he's got friends who do!

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John raises his pint. "To cranky aunts, and may they stay far from us."

[broodingbacchus]

"Indeed."

A toast, then! With the last third of his wine.

Tap.

Drink.

Mmm.

[bloody_awful]

"Ready for another, or are you saving your heavy boozing for the wedding?"

[broodingbacchus]

Wryly: "Remind me to stand you a drink sometime. Yes, thank you. I doubt I'll be getting to the wedding this week, so it's pointless to delay my indulgence."

And when it comes to getting drunk with strangers, Imriel has all the self-control of a damn lemming.