☘ 008; [phone]

[riastrad_ridire]

[The really fun thing about being Cu Chulainn (in his own opinion, naturally) was, among other weird and superhuman nonsense, the fact that his alcohol tolerance was through the roof. When he was alive, Lancer could have drank enough to kill any human and probably would have barely stumbled

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[riastrad_ridire]

At th' moment? My problem is that I can't figure out how much alcohol is too much. Damned human body.

[riastrad_ridire]

[TOO DRUNK TO GIVE A FUCK]

So? Anybody gives either of you trouble, I'll just kill 'em. Got my Noble Phantasm and everything.

[kinpika]

Lancer is drunk calling! Someone take the phone from him!

[riastrad_ridire]

Hey. Hey. Y'know what?

You talk too much.

[kinpika]

He's being mean too...

[riastrad_ridire]

Am not.

[wolf_faerie]

...you're drunk.

[And despite how young she looks, Aisling is no stranger to seeing people drink and get drunk. Her own race was populated by heavy drinkers, after all.]

[riastrad_ridire]

Yes. Yes I am. This is weird, don't think I've ever gotten this bad.

[wolf_faerie]

You should watch what you say when you're drunk, you know. You'll regret it later.

[riastrad_ridire]

Hey, I'm always careful. Usually. Sometimes.

[swordline]

You sound somewhat cheerful for someone who has a child that doesn't like them.

[riastrad_ridire]

He's alive, s'all I care about.

Besides, 'm too drunk to give a damn.

[swordline]

I guess, if that leaves room for... anything. How much have you had to drink already?

[riastrad_ridire]

Enough to be sure I'll have one hell of a headache later.

[byeontae_geomi]

Drunk is a word for it.

[riastrad_ridire]

Is that you, handlebar hair? Hey, how the hell're you?

[byeontae_geomi]

Bored as usual.

[riastrad_ridire]

Yeah, you and me both. Mayfield's damn quiet when we ain't tryin' to kill each other.