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cryopathyWho: kiera and YOU
What: getting drunk as fuck in the inn
When: during wolfwood's bonfire clusterfuck
Where: .... the INN
Warnings: alcohol abuse, reference to mayhem and and violence and possibly death going on outside
[firstly, a message in the netbook before the sun sets:]
To my fellow barflies, my dear brother has closed the tavern early today, but he did let me leave with as many bottles as I could carry. If you aren't busy with a book burning, there's plenty to drink at the inn.
[and sure enough, kiera is sat on the couch before the fireplace, a plethora of bottles (mostly sweet wines with some hard liquor -- notably brandy, rum, and gin) laid out on the coffee table. how the hell did they carry this many? well, the ruff of fur usually around their shoulders is bunched around the bottles, so it seems they made themself into a bindle ant for the sake of booze.
one of the wine bottles is already empty, and they have some brandy open and poured into a glass. somebody pregamed. anybody who wanders into the inn or down from their room is getting a fruity little wave.]
Hiii! Come sit with meee!
What: getting drunk as fuck in the inn
When: during wolfwood's bonfire clusterfuck
Where: .... the INN
Warnings: alcohol abuse, reference to mayhem and and violence and possibly death going on outside
[firstly, a message in the netbook before the sun sets:]
To my fellow barflies, my dear brother has closed the tavern early today, but he did let me leave with as many bottles as I could carry. If you aren't busy with a book burning, there's plenty to drink at the inn.
[and sure enough, kiera is sat on the couch before the fireplace, a plethora of bottles (mostly sweet wines with some hard liquor -- notably brandy, rum, and gin) laid out on the coffee table. how the hell did they carry this many? well, the ruff of fur usually around their shoulders is bunched around the bottles, so it seems they made themself into a bindle ant for the sake of booze.
one of the wine bottles is already empty, and they have some brandy open and poured into a glass. somebody pregamed. anybody who wanders into the inn or down from their room is getting a fruity little wave.]
Hiii! Come sit with meee!
