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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 28, 2007 18:30:27 GMT -5
Loreta made a strange sound akin to a cough and a squawk. Ceren got drunk faster than she did. Wow. Didn't think that was possible. "Hard stuff got to ya fast Ceren." Loreta said with a bit of a wobble as she order a final drink. One more chaser to put the nail in the coffin.
"I don't know anymore. I should get off my ass and ask a freakin' Corvie." The heron shook her head with each word she spoke. If she had hands she could had to the display, but she didn't so she couldn't. Being drunk was sometimes a frustrating thing. "So, I' guessin' I get to pay the tab today!" she said as the barmaid set another drink besides them. The heron slipped out the proper coinage to pay her and she skittered off.
"How far can we drive the nail?" Loreta asked out loud before downing the last drink.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 13, 2008 0:53:55 GMT -5
Though the proud Ceren would never admit it, she had always been horrible at holding her alcohol. She was a lightweight, through and through, and no amount of drinking had ever been able to change that fact. She shook her head, blinking as the world spun around her. "Yeh, that's why they call it the hard stuff.[/b]" she grinned at the heron.
There was wisdom in Lore's words, but Ceren couldn't help but laugh cheerily. "Corvies are freaking insane, though, so I can understand yer hesitation.[/b]" her eyes wandered to the bar, scanning the lines of alcohol that were stored there. She really shouldn't, and so instead she leaned forward to rest her head against the table. "Thans,[/b]" she muttered. She'd see the heron again, and she'd have to repay her somehow.
"Why not all the way?[/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 13, 2008 2:40:41 GMT -5
The glass slammed on the table--well it was more of a fall since the heron didn't have a decent grip on such a glass without hands and all that. Bother. She needed a flipping biped form or something. She shook her head briefly, pretending that it would make the headache go away. That would be lovely.
"Eh, well, Let's get'cha home then. I don't want someone like ya fallin' asleep in a place like this!" Loreta said. The bird had no idea how badly she was dropping letters. She didn't care either. "Unfortunately I can't carry ya."
One leg and all that jazz. It really messed a lot of things up for the heron. Saving the day in particular. It was just a horrible nightmare, wasn't it? She shook her head again. No point thinking about important things when you were drunk. You'd only remember bits and pieces anyway.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 13, 2008 2:56:43 GMT -5
The sound of the glass hitting the table made Ceren jerk slightly, opening her eyes again. Well, damn, she really was wasted if that surprised her as much as it did. She looked up at Loreta, eyes narrowed slightly to try and keep the harsh glare of the lights of the room out of them. "You're not as drunk as I shoul' be.[/b]" she finally said, shaking her head. "Bu.. But I thin' I'm done.[/b]"
She pulled herself up from her seat, legs wobbling for a moment before she was able to get her full weight under her. She looked up at the heron for a moment, giving herself a moment for the other woman's words to fully register. Yeah, it would be hard for her to carry Ceren back, but... There was another option! "We can wal' together, then. I'll lean on yer bad side an' help hol' you up, too.[/b]" she slurred. It was a good plan in her mind, even through the haze of alcohol.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 13, 2008 12:43:31 GMT -5
That was a fantastic idea wasn't it? "Yeah... that'll work," The heron manage as she nearly fell over from the incoherency of the alcohol. One leg was hard enough to hop on, doing it drunk was a nightmare, to say the least.
"Maybe," the Heron said as she hopped besides the sparrow to try her hardest to get next to her. Or something. Either way it was difficult to keep balanced without falling over completely. Most of her weight was ON the sparrow, making it difficult to move period. This wasn't going to work properly was it now?
"This is gonna be a nightmare," the heron croaked as they moved forward. It was hard enough for her to stay coherent with all the booze in her. How was she going to make it to Ceren's place? How was she going to make it to her apartment? All those stairs... this was going to end badly.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 15, 2008 1:23:58 GMT -5
Ceren was glad that she was fairly tall for a sparrow, as it meant that she came up almost all the way to the heron's armpit (wingpit?, she wondered in a drunken haze). She leaned into the other bird fairly heavily, trying to provide the best support she could without herself collapsing. Finally, she felt that the two were at least reasonably supported by each other, and she shook her hair out of her eyes. Though she was more drunk than Lore, the heron needed all the support she could get. She just had to think of herself as being a kind of living crutch.
It really was hard, and she found herself staring down the wood floors that stood between them and the exit to the bar. It looked like there were miles between them and the way out of this place. If she could, she would probably be pouting. "We'll manage,[/b]" she muttered, almost all of her focus on simply putting one foot in front of the other. "Jus'... Jus' gotta take it slow.[/b]"
They were, indeed, making reasonable progress, and it only took what felt like eons before they were outside, the cool air biting at their faces. Ceren glanced around, eyes narrowed. "Wher'dyou live?[/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 15, 2008 1:46:39 GMT -5
"Two blocks," Loreta muttered. That was entirely too far away for her to make it the way she was. She would be flopping left and right if she were to take up the challenge on her own. "I'm guessin' you live closer. Please say yes."
The heron whimpered to some degree. She honestly didn't think she could get anywhere in this state. She needed two legs. Walking was hard with one. Hopping that was. Whatever. She was too drunk to figure out what the word for her stride was. If she could fly, that would probably be a good idea. Or if there was some strong brave man helping her out.
Not like many people could carry her when she was plastered like this. She was fading rather fast. At least she was still more sober than her sparrow companion. Getting her home would be difficult. Maybe... if Ceren's place was too far they could stay at her house?
"Freakin' cold."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 15, 2008 2:09:20 GMT -5
Lore's words took a moment to register, and Ceren stared at the ground in front of her, thinking hard. It was hard to think in her current state. "It's... It's...[/b]" she shook her head, lifting one wing to press to her forehead. "Fukkit. It's a lot further than two blocks, tha's all I know fer sure.[/b]"
While flying sounded like an easy solution, and it was one that came to Ceren's mind as well, she also recognized that it probably wasn't a good idea in her current state. Trees could be surprising if you weren't paying attention, and it was hard to pay attention with your beak spinning in front of your face. With the way it was spinning while she was on the ground... Well. She'd much rather walk.
"No kiddin'.[/b]" she muttered, watching the air condense in front of her. Since when was it that cold? She walked on in silence for a minute, eyes locked on her feet. One in front of the other, that was the way to do it... "Hey, Lore?[/b]" she finally asked, voice somewhat sheepish, a small blush on her cheeks. Was she really even considering asking this?!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 15, 2008 2:33:40 GMT -5
"Awww, fuk," The heron said with as sigh as the walked towards her apartment. At least they were walking in the right direction and they didn't have to turn around. Good job, Ceren. You're a great chick. Ha. chick. Bad joke. At least she didn't say it out loud.
"What...?" Loreta managed as she nearly lost her balance. The size difference between the pair was enough for her to have quite a bit of difficulty staying balance. If that horse was here she wouldn't have this problem. What was his name? Hell she never could remember anything beyond green horse. At least she was remembering the sparrow's name tonight. That was one hell of a rare occasion. Which meant she would probably forget it in the morning. That's just how things went. The heron held back a sigh. At least she didn't throw up when she was drunk. God, she hoped the sparrow didn't either.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 15, 2008 2:52:17 GMT -5
If she had said it out loud, Ceren would have likely been completely distracted as she tried to figure out the humor. Once she found it, of course, she would be overcome with fits of giggles. As it was, she had begun to giggle to herself as they walked. They were wobbling all over the place, and poor Lore had to hop drunk! Hop! If she was any more intoxicated, she would try hopping just to make the heron feel better, but she realized that would probably be seen as an insult.
She was so glad that this would all be a mildly dizzy dream in the morning, and nothing more.
"D'you think I could stay at your place tonigh?[/b]" she slurred, looking up at the other woman with a little pout in her eyes. "Since my place's so far from here, it'd prolly be easier, righ?[/b]" really, she just wanted confirmation that her ideas were still somewhat viable. It made perfect sense to her, but would the heron agree? God, she hoped she didn't throw up tonight. It had been so long since she had, it would be a shame to ruin her record.
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