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THE DRUNK MEME

1. Drinking Games: You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea. You know, like another drink. It's cool, I know this great game that will inevitably end with everyone involved being totally wasted. You play until... shit, what were the rules again?

2. Unsolicited Advice: Oh man, you suddenly know the solutions to all of life's mysteries. All it took to figure it all out was half a pint of whiskey! It's time to tell all your friends how to fix the problems with their personal lives, whether they want you to or not.

3. Drunk Texting: Frankly, you can't IMAGINE why anyone wouldn't want to hear about how drunk you are right now. If only you could remember where the vowels are on this tiny keyboard. Drawing inspiration from TFLN is encouraged.

4. Tell Them How You Really Feel: You lost some of your less important inhibitions three or four drinks ago, and it's time to tell it how it is! Hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't literally just met, and bare your heart to them in a way that you'll almost definitely regret tomorrow morning.

5. Karaoke: Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love... a bad... something...

6. Terrible Ideas: This is going to be so awesome, guys. I've got the skateboard, and I'm handcuffed to Steve... is the camera rolling? And who's lighting the fireworks?

7. Flirting: While all that booze may not have enhanced your charm, it certainly did wonders for your ego! Time to find all the hottest dudes and/or chicks in this place and make them swoon before your gin-powered charisma.

8. On the Streets: What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.

9. The Next Day: All that you took with you from last night's adventures was a blur of jumbled, confusing memories, a lampshade with googly eyes drawn on it taped to your head, and a brutal hangover. What exactly happened here? And who's that sleeping next to you?

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[ let's not ask where sansa found the strong spirits. ]

JON -- I tried to make lemon cakes and I fear I think I started a fairy war. Another littler fairy war. In the kitchens.

[ typical stark tbh. ] Please come???

[Omfg is he too drunk for this? Answer: yes. Is he going anyway? Answer: double yes. And not just because he wants to see what on earth a fairy kitchen war might look like. He also wants to know how ridiculous Sansa might look trapped in the middle of it.

It's only by the grace of drunken laziness that he doesn't go fetch Arya to join them to witness - well, that and he figures Arya might literally never let Sansa live it down.

So he ditches probably Stiles lbr (Stiles is always trying to get him drunk!!) and shows up in the doorway of the kitchen swaying, just in time to narrowly avoid getting hit in the face with a tiny fairy fistful of flour. He ducks, and strategically flattens himself against the wall so as not to pitch over and to present a less threatening target to the little combatants.]

Sansa...?

[ she is hiding. hiding scrunched up in a cupboard in the pantry, her knees knocking her chin and her arms tightened around her legs. she hears the war raging up above: pots crashing; soft ripe fruit smashing. but at the sound of her name -- ]

Jon! [ she reaches for the cupboard's door and curls her fingers around its edge to dare hoisting herself up into sight. her hair is peppered with salt and crusted with sugar and for a brief moment she nearly looked covered in snow.

her blue eyes widen when she sees a big tomato buoyed threateningly above jon's head. ] Move, quick! Please!

Drink up, me hearties

drunk locketing.

omfg

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