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[king_of_heroes]

allsl oft you mothrels

get down tio the barr

drinking contest

prize for hoofever lasts longfish


[ And true to his word, anyone who bothers to visit the Tavern tonight will be greeted by a crazy yet happily merry atmosphere. There's people singing, dancing, getting their booze on. Possible shoutings of CHUG CHUG CHUG and whatever else you would expect to find at the best night of drinking ever. For now, The King of Crunk has pulled himself away from the crowd and is chilling at the bar. Totally eating peanuts and sipping on his likely 30th pitcher by now. HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH A DRUNKEN KING? That's entirely up to you. ]

( ooc: Due to the nature of this post, THREAD-JACKING IS HIGHLY ENCOURAGED! Go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain. )

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[stagecontroller]

[ This is Shakespeare, arriving almost when everyone is completely drunk. ]

Please, do not mind me, I am here to pick up someone when this is over.

[hellburner]

The hell're you suggestin', huh? I can still walk. Sorta.

[stagecontroller]

Would you reject me so badly after I came here to offer my help? How cruel, Francis.

[hellburner]

M'not rejectin' anything. Just sayin' I can get home just fine myself. Master navigator and all that shit.

[stagecontroller]

It would be foolish to deny your abilities, as I am not one to go against such statement. But is it not better to walk with some company?

[hellburner]

Mm, suppose not. Guess I can't really argue.

[stagecontroller]

Splendid then. When you wish to leave, I can lead the way.

[hellburner]

You're not even gonna have one drink? C'mon, don't bore me to death.

[stagecontroller]

Oh, the liquor here is good then? I'm quite used to the ones at the mansion. [ A chuckle. ]

And I am not one to deny such offer coming from a fine lady as yourself.

[hellburner]

It's not too bad, though I admit I've had better.

[Here, have a glass of god-knows-what.]

[stagecontroller]

I will have to rely on your judgment.

[ He accepts it and sips it. ohgodwhy ]

As expected, you were right.

[hellburner]

If there's one thing I know, it's alcohol. And ships. Ships and alcohol. Two things.

[And she holds up three fingers. Nice going.]

[stagecontroller]

Oh, we are reaching that point already, Francis?

[ a chuckle. ]

[fractured_white]

*Hey Shakespeare, have an utterly smashed Albedo draping his arm over you. His other hand is still holding a half full cup.*

Don't tell me that means you don't intend to join in, dear William.

[stagecontroller]

[ oh he's chuckling a bit now. ]

Mine friend Albedo, it is pleasant to see you here. As for mine self, I am afraid that I am fond of a certain type of liquor that I had in my home.

[fractured_white]

*Even drunk, being called that is still strange.*

Fondness for one sort doesn't preclude enjoyment of others, now does it~?

[stagecontroller]

Of course not, but as I said, my presence here is merely to scout someone to my home.

[fractured_white]

Then that ought mean merely that you need to concern yourself with becoming too intoxicated to manage that, hmm?

*Welp, that's about as long as he can balance with just an arm around someone to brace him. But that's okay, leaning a bit to punctuate that is very appealing anyway. What is personal space? And at least he's managing to make it look entirely deliberate.*

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Don't worry, the king of knights is still able to stand up tall and not-as-wobbly as one may expect. ]

I need... I need to find someone to do the same. [ She's not going home with Gilgamesh after this, nope. ]

[stagecontroller]

Ah, you wish for the help of this mere playwright?

[ex_cashcow493]

Not quite, but it would be unwise for me to return home in this state.