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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

[Action]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall doesn't quite manage to side-step in time, and winds up staggering under Arthur's weight. He does at least manage to half-turn enough not to let Arthur squish Stella.]

Steady on, there. All right, I guess I'm taking you both home, aren't I.

[He doesn't sound pleased with this prospect. Surprise, because he's not! But he does scoop up and pocket Stella's phone, and eye the barkeep, trying to ignore the terrible drunken smell coming off of them both. Arthur in particular, being such a large man.]

They did pay their tab, did they not? I'm not covering it for them.

[Action]

[italktofish]

THIS ought to cover it!

[Arthur sloppily plunks a wad of cash down on the bar with the hand that is not attached to the arm drunkenly draped over Lyall.]

And if that isn't enough, I can provide a tip with a SERVICE!

[So Arthur used to work as an entertainer aboard a cruise ship. He still considers himself to be a professional! And so he'll break into a horribly drunken rendition of "Never Gonna Give You Up."]

[Action]

[seabeast]

[ The barkeep lifts an eyebrow, then sloooowly pulls the money towards him, rifling through the bills and wincing as Arthur belts it out. ]

Don't worry, sir. Most of their drinks were paid for my my other customers tonight. This is more than enough. [ He surreptitiously peels a few bills off the stack and slides them back across the bar towards Lyall, since he looks like he's the responsible one tonight, then bustles off to continue closing down his bar.

Stella, on the other hand, grumbles and starts chewing at whatever part of Arthur's arm is closest. Keep it down, man, you're much too close to Lyall's ears!! ]

[Action]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall is actually flinching. Oh god, his ears. There's actual pain in his voice when he says:]

Hush, please. Hush. You're fine, everything's paid for, we'll just get you home and everything will be fine. Just be quiet, please.

[He does take the bills, pocketing them for now, before trying to urge Arthur away from the bar counter and towards the door.]