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[seabeast]

Who: Stella (seabeast) and Arthur (italktofish)
What: The ferret echoed back her tolerance for alcohol. Experimentation needed. DRUNK POST TO FOLLOW.
Where: Over the network, in a bar where people don't ask too many questions, and over the network again.
When: Aaaaall night on the 28th until Lyall comes to pick their sloshed asses up at around 2 am (or later. as late as we can.)
Warnings: Drunk people. Drunk people.

[ private; to arthur ]

ye free tonight

[/ private; to arthur ]

[ Hello. It is around 1 AM. What is going on in this text post. ]

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lookit al thoes funn y lil speks
haha
waht ar they all for i wodner
!!!!!!! oh thse ones be excitment i no thta one
away with ye ill figger it otu

Comments

[seabeast]

aye


id meet me end but id gut it good frist by hellfiure i wold

[argents]

Meet your end... I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit. Hellfire, though?

[seabeast]

hm
ay
the retched pits beyon ellgates an the souls damnd beneth
and there be a spot savd jus fer me

[argents]

Sounds dreary.

[seabeast]

its me lot in lif
edeaff
why i gotta get me lvin out o the way now

[argents]

In a big way, huh? If I were you, I'd want to stay right where I was and keep living!

I don't envy the hangover you're probably going to have though.

[seabeast]

nobeast lives frever lad
tis nonsens
mightas wwell make a raket about it

hangovr
????????

[argents]

Well, yeah! Just because we don't live forever doesn't mean you should go rushing towards hellfire! Or the vacuum, whichever is worse.

When you drink too much.

[seabeast]

aw go on
let me hav a bit o fun the way i liks it

what
tis bad this handovr

[argents]

Fun? Stella...

And pretty bad! I wonder if you can get them? I mean, I don't see why you couldn't, you're like any other person...

[ Just in a wee adorable fuzzy body. ]

[seabeast]

giv ye a grin if i had theparts in me face

spose ill find out
whats it lik this hangover busness

[argents]

Your yawns are scary enough.

[ A LIE they're precious ]

A massive headache, dehydration, especially if you throw up a lot... think of it as your body rejecting you from the inside out, a little bit.

[seabeast]

cavernus and fangd they would be
id a gree ifn i could se e it meslef

[ FEAR HER ]

my boyds rejectin me
sounds like a fithgs the first thins i sees tomorow monrning
an ye makin it tryin to sound awful
nay
let me fite

[argents]

I thought you might take that as a compliment.

Kind of? You probably won't be singing to that tune tomorrow though. Just a feeling.

[seabeast]

wasnt it

well see
if it ain the fitgh i been lookin fer then ill seek me a diffrent foebeast

[argents]

I guess it was.

Fine, fine. You're so ornery. No drugs! Otherwise

Good luck.

[seabeast]

less drugs anther drink ye have em oath

been a plesaure banager

[argents]

Cheers, Stella.