Drink up, me hearties

[teenyoda]

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?

Comments

[steeledskin]

I'm not! I swear I'm not. [ she is so interested in your pants. or, at the very least, in getting you into different ones.

her buzzing mind hop-skips-and-jumps: ] You would also look handsome in silvers and blues.

[ ahem stark colours. ]

[teenyoda]

[Okay, something is clearly off here.]

You are and I'm wondering why. I always thought I looked good in red.

[steeledskin]

...Absolutely not. Red won't do.

[ seriously. ]

[teenyoda]

No? Blue, huh?

[steeledskin]

And silver. [ seriously stiles you cannot forget the silver. ] Unless you prefer grey? Grey can be quite handsome as well.

[ there's that word again. handsome. ]

[teenyoda]

I'm sure it's all quite pretty, but why the sudden interest in making me look Westerosi appropriate?

[steeledskin]

-- Well, what if there should be a dance? A feast? [ ...

you would need to look appropriate ok. and in a drunken ambitious spirit, sansa might actually be asking stiles on a...date? ]

[teenyoda]

There's feasts every two months. Are you saying you think I should dress up for them?

[Sansa... are you flirting with him?]

[steeledskin]

[ yes. maybe. possibly. without her knowing it, really. ]

I am, Stiles. I am saying I think exactly so.

[ buuuuut ] Is that so terrible a thought?

[teenyoda]

Not really, but you're still not telling me why the sudden interest?

[steeledskin]

But it's not sudden -- [ her mild protest spills onto the locket. ] Not sudden at all. There is nothing new about the thought.

[teenyoda]

It's pretty sudden to me. Should I return the favor and ask you to dress like a girl from my time?

1/2

[steeledskin]

...A favour?

[ danger danger. ]

2/2

[steeledskin]

[ it takes her a good long moment before she continues. ]

What manner of dresses do they wear?

[teenyoda]

You've seen my friend Lydia, haven't you? Or maybe Allison, before she left?

[Do di do...]

[steeledskin]

...Oh.

[ yep that's all you're getting while that thought processes through her inebriation. ]

[teenyoda]

Something nicer, if you want. Or not. It's up to you. If we're just talking about clothes and stuff.

[steeledskin]

Mayhaps. Or -- [ oh this is a curveball. she clucks her tongue. ] Stiles, I doubt those customs would suit me.

[teenyoda]

That's a big fat lie. You'd look great in something from where I'm from.

[steeledskin]

[ uhm how is she supposed to live without her stays and ties and laces. ]

Would I? [ oh no. this is vanity. she should not indulge it. sansa is quick to draw back from a selfish desire to hear his praise. ] No. Stiles! It would not be seemly. Better you in leather than me in...[ she can't remember the word denim. ]

[teenyoda]

[Comfortably?]

Sansa, you would look gorgeous in anything from my world. Leather, lace, silk, and satin. I think I'm the one that can't pull off the Hercules look.

[steeledskin]

[ gorgeous! well. if her cheeks weren't already flushed from the whole skin of wine someone somewhere had foolishly let her drink. ] I've no troubles with silk. And certainly none with lace. Are they common at feasts in your lands...?

And is wine common, as well?

[teenyoda]

We have parties, not feasts. And not for people our age. It's not legal to drink until you're 21 where I come from.

[steeledskin]

[ not legal. ]

How can such a thing be enforced? [ WAIT A TICK. ] Do those who have some drink or another before the age of one-and-twenty become...criminals?

[ because she is still drinking. right now. great! sansa stark: double fugitive. ]

[teenyoda]

They don't sell to minors. You have to buy alcohol and they lock that up. And no, they're not criminals. But people selling to them can get fined or charged.