Post by Lancelot du Lac on Sept 16, 2012 22:30:45 GMT -5
There are these obnoxious drunk people. Everyone's either seen or heard of them before. They're the stumbling, loud (either vocally or through the stumbling), often rude and smelly types that generally destroyed furniture and made things unpleasant. They certainly weren't an uncommon species in the Stab Wound. It was fairly safe to say that perhaps forty percent of the clientele ended up in that state at some time or another.
Currently Levi could boast that.
"I'm not drunk!" he proclaimed to the nearest bar stool before he lovingly, tenderly caressed it. He paused to squint at it, and, evidently having decided it wasn't married royalty, elected instead to use it as a lever to get to a more upright position. "I can hold my liq-ure. Lick her? Lick-queer. My beer. I can hold. My beer."
he nodded, then managed to somehow get himself up to the counter where there was, in fact, a drink. Smiling, he reached for it, took it in hand, and took a deep swig. He soon collapsed, though thankfully onto the stool he'd caressed moments before.
"To Guinevere! The mosht beau--boot--booty-ful? Be-u-ti-full. Beautiful. The mosth boot---the prettiest girl in the world!" a salute, and another drink. Followed by a burp. Followed by Levi hitting his head on the counter loud enough to rattle things. Yes. This was... this was definitely what he needed right now. Obviously.
Currently Levi could boast that.
"I'm not drunk!" he proclaimed to the nearest bar stool before he lovingly, tenderly caressed it. He paused to squint at it, and, evidently having decided it wasn't married royalty, elected instead to use it as a lever to get to a more upright position. "I can hold my liq-ure. Lick her? Lick-queer. My beer. I can hold. My beer."
he nodded, then managed to somehow get himself up to the counter where there was, in fact, a drink. Smiling, he reached for it, took it in hand, and took a deep swig. He soon collapsed, though thankfully onto the stool he'd caressed moments before.
"To Guinevere! The mosht beau--boot--booty-ful? Be-u-ti-full. Beautiful. The mosth boot---the prettiest girl in the world!" a salute, and another drink. Followed by a burp. Followed by Levi hitting his head on the counter loud enough to rattle things. Yes. This was... this was definitely what he needed right now. Obviously.
