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thebastion2014-08-28 04:40 pm
followsthevoice) wrote in thebastion2014-08-28 04:40 pm
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I swear to drunk I'm not god marshal
Who: Raile and all you poor unfortunate souls.
Open: Open
When: Day 223 (Late Night)
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Raile's had a little too much to drink tonight.
Format: Whatever works for you!
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Combative Attitudes, General Drunk Shenanigans, Maybe some deeper seated anger issues.
[Well, if this wasn't something new to behold. Usually Raile kept his drinking to the point where he could curl up alone with his own thoughts, but tonight...was a little different. He was splendidly drunk, wobbling in off the Skyway with half a song on his lip and the other covered by muttered cursing before he drowned it out with more booze.
To his credit, he wasn't making that much a ruckus, but considering it was the time of night where most people were asleep and the Bastion was pretty much quiet as a mouse, it was safe to say he was still being pretty loud.
He might also currently be heading over to the Onsen because it looked interesting and he'd been meaning to see what all the fuss was about. Probably not the best idea considering how roaringly blitzed he was. Someone should probably stop him.]
Open: Open
When: Day 223 (Late Night)
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Raile's had a little too much to drink tonight.
Format: Whatever works for you!
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Combative Attitudes, General Drunk Shenanigans, Maybe some deeper seated anger issues.
[Well, if this wasn't something new to behold. Usually Raile kept his drinking to the point where he could curl up alone with his own thoughts, but tonight...was a little different. He was splendidly drunk, wobbling in off the Skyway with half a song on his lip and the other covered by muttered cursing before he drowned it out with more booze.
To his credit, he wasn't making that much a ruckus, but considering it was the time of night where most people were asleep and the Bastion was pretty much quiet as a mouse, it was safe to say he was still being pretty loud.
He might also currently be heading over to the Onsen because it looked interesting and he'd been meaning to see what all the fuss was about. Probably not the best idea considering how roaringly blitzed he was. Someone should probably stop him.]
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[After seeing Raile struggle, Zulf goes to help him a bit.]
Getting drunk like this isn't going to help in the long run.
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[It was less coherent that he'd heard in his head, but it was enough so that Zulf could at least piece together what he'd said. It might have been the shirt over his head, or the slurring from the alcohol...no real way to know.]
Nothin' helps in the long run. I've even started havin' flashes of 'em durin' the day...go figure, right?
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[The shirt now wrestled off, Zulf gets to folding it even as he talks.]
You're certainly not the only one experiencing that. I know this quite personally.
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[Raile said, giving Zulf a look over his shoulder. He wasn't used to having such deep conversations shirtless...but then again there were a lot of things he wasn't used to happening going on these days.]
Y'know...'sides hittin' yer pipe.
[Zing.]
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I don't hit it that often!
[...]
Only on occasion.