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[noldorinprince]

*is awakened by incessant shrieking and goes to feed his . . . .granddaughter* :S

*sees the doll and smells the cheap cologne*

Oh shit. . . .

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[caranthire]

*comes over to see how you're holding up*

'Ello.

[noldorinprince]

Straight vodka = mother's milk. *nod*

[caranthire]

Oh yeah. It's bloody good stuff, that's for sure.

[noldorinprince]

It's been a good long time since I've been in the bag. I'll need to be wasted to talk to Irmo, I think.

[caranthire]

*chuckles*

Aye. I can see how that would help. He almost makes more sense when you're smashed out of your brain. The key word here being almost, mind.

[noldorinprince]

There's nothing like drunken logic, really.

[caranthire]

*knocks back more vodka*

S'a'hell of a lot better than sober logic.

[noldorinprince]

'Specially when talkin' to Irmo. *big gulp*

[caranthire]

Drink drink drink DRINK!!!

[noldorinprince]

*goes to it*

[caranthire]

*does her best to match you*

[noldorinprince]

*gets half the bottle down*

Alrighty THEN! Yer comin' with me teh see Irmo.

[caranthire]

Right you are, Cousin/Bruvva-in-law o' mine!!!

[noldorinprince]

Verrrrrry gud. Lesh go.