hit the town with brass knuckles

[bitchin_beanie]

WHO: Ba'ast & Jan
WHAT: A SUMMONS TO GET DRUNK, HOW CAN JAN IGNORE THAT.
WHERE: Ba'ast's place
WHEN: Today!

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[piratebaast]

[AS USUAL whenever Ba'ast wants a drinking partner, or a drink, or thinks of water, she is magically completely smashed by the time she gets to the door to greet guests.

This is no exception.

Booze in hand, she opens the door.]

Jan!

[Yes, that is a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.]

They say people are more attractive when you have been dirnking. ...Dirn ... Drink. Drinking. BUT! You, listen to me....

Where ... was I going?

[bitchin_beanie]

[He'll stare for just a second. Maybe two. But really? He's pretty fucking used to it. So he takes just a couple seconds more to laugh at her, then immediately leans forward, snags the hair at the back of her head, and drags her in closer. He ducks to introduce fangs to skin, and happily leeches off some of that inebriation. What a good guy.]

[piratebaast]

[Oh, she's ... so ... yes, having no idea what exactly is happening until it's already happening. The pain is a natural thing by now-- she can't remember how often Jan's caught a meal through her. it's the warm flow of blood that catches her interest, though, and she drops the bottle as she falls limp in his arms.]

Don't make a mess, you goddamn corpse....

[bitchin_beanie]

[By the time he's stolen enough blood to content himself (and very conveniently get himself drunk at the same time), he leans back and finds he's completely forgotten what was response was going to be.

Huh.

Oh well. He grins steps away, and wobbles just slightly.]

Let's go blow somethin' up! Yeah? Good idea, right?

yum html fail. :D

[piratebaast]

[Shit. She kind of just ... follows as he steps back, only so she can lean on him.]

Not very good considering ... Hmm, the drink. I am ... flame ... what is that word? I can catch on fire.