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[morethanprops]

After trying Atlantean Moist is in a comfortable chair by the fire with some lemonade

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[forgottenmotley]

"Hello," the Fool says to the drunken man in the chair.

[morethanprops]

Moist smiles at him, its not as charming as he wants it to be,

"Hello, should I know you? I probably should. You look like someone I'd know."

[forgottenmotley]

"I think you know me, but not really. I think you're one of mine." He tilts his head some. The man is a liar, it's all over him. And a trickster, but a harmless one.

[morethanprops]

"I'm not anyone's. I don't think I am, that's dangerous, no getting caught for me. Come closer,"

He reaches out to touch the Fool's hair, which looks soft and like it would feel good in his hands.

[aleister_author]

"You look as hammered as a nail that has met a ten pound sledge."

It sounded better in Tyler's head to be fair. Also, he's used to having an editor.

[morethanprops]

Moist looks at Tyler and beams,

"I like you, you understand how much fun bending things can be. Are you bendy in bed?"

[aleister_author]

"Not so much. What did you have man?"

Tyler's eyes are watering just from the breath. Hoo boy.

[morethanprops]

"Atlantean, I think it took away my legs,"

Carefully he looks down and pokes one, "They keep disappearing on me."

[hey35nholding]

Clementine knows what someone who's taking a trip to drunktown looks like, and she gives Moist a once-over and snorts. She, meanwhile, is simply comfortably buzzed.

"Can you still remember my name?"

[morethanprops]

He beams at her, "Do you remember mine?"

[hey35nholding]

"I asked you first, Andy." Is that right? She thinks that's right. It's an 'A' name, but no A names seem to suit him and her mind refuses to latch onto it.

[morethanprops]

The name makes him frown since names are being slippery in his mind and says with what's meant to be teasing,

"You know that's not right, Clementine."

[scots_wolf]

There is an Urquhart coming by.

A very, very amused Urquhart. Poor Moist looks a bit out of it.

[morethanprops]

He is incredibly out of it and waves to Urquhart,

"I didn't flinch when I had Atlantean but my legs won't behave."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart laughs.

"Hey, you," he says. "You had Atlantean? That's evil stuff. Be glad it's just your legs."

[morethanprops]

Moist gestures to the Specials' board, "I had to see if I could."

[starrydome]

Elrond walks past the man in the chair, casting a quick glance in his direction as he does so. It's a kind enough glance - the poor thing looks like he will be in agony by morning. As for Elrond, he is the epitome of an elven lord today.

[morethanprops]

Moist peers at Elrond and makes a sound that he would be embarrassed of later as elves are worrying.

[starrydome]

Elrond slows down and turn fully to look at him, one eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

[morethanprops]

"I'm not worth your time, not pretty enough,"

Then he tries to hide in the chair.