memezilla | Jail Cell Mee

[Ratso, you don't know the half of it.

At least she isn't having them smoke arcane essence... this time.

She's going to finish up her food and clear her plates.] Help clean up or you're cut off from my supply.

[She figures that will get them moving... if she even needed to do that.]

Got it, got it.

[He gets up from his empty plate, takes another swig of whisky, and then starts piling up his dishes.]

Jes' a second...

[Wobble wobble. Okay, he's...up? He hasn't fallen back into his chair yet, anyway. Why is balance so hard when he's drunk?]

[Eh, he's trying. Close enough.

She's helping clean up too, since this is her place. Once it's done she goes to the fridge and pulls out the bottle with the mushroom eating skull, takes out her wand, and says an incantation before tapping the bottle.] Necrius Invive

You're going to want to hold onto your tits, fellas.

[She's lining up shot glasses and filling them up like a pro bartender.]

[Yeah, he doesn't make it two steps before he has to put a hand on his chair for balance. At least he piles his silverware on the plate to be easier to clean up? And when the drinks go out, he holds his up with a grin.]

T'freedom.

Don't fergit revenge.

[He pounds a fist into his palm before picking his shot up and downing it.]

[...]

Pass.

To ass-kicking!

[She's not kidding when she told them to hold on. It's got the potency of everclear, the effect of a mild psychedelic (causing more colour-warping and spatial confusion than prancing unicorn kinds of hallucinations), and it shakes the soul loose just enough to be getting two perspectives at once. But like normal alcohol it takes a little while to take effect. In that time, she's pouring seconds.

And then helping them to the couches.

Where she's going to be flirting with Chow.]

[Once it hits, there's something Chow notices even through the thick haze of alcohol. Having your soul disconnected from your body is a sensation that's kind of hard to forget.]

Hey, there some kinda astral projection shit mixed in widdis?

[Finn definitely needs help to the couch...where he promptly flops.]

Huh, issat what that feelin' is? Never used that one...

What didn't you get about necromancer? Chill, you're not going to lose it. [And she's tossing back another.]

Ain't worried, jus' surprised. Only done astral projectin' once.

[And it's certainly not stopping him from taking another shot. He doesn't particularly have bad associations with that sensation, unless you count forgetting for a moment that he was intangible.]

Feels kinda weird...

[He's mumbling at this point. Someone may have already had too much alcohol to be adding something this strong on top of it.]

[For the best she wasn't showing them the wonders of arcane smoking then.]

I couldn't help you with astral projecting, [She runs a finger under Chow's chin towards her,] but I could definitely take some of your spirit.

[She means his jizz. Not literal soul.]

I might be up fer that.

[He tilts his shades down now that she's close enough he doesn't need them to see. His eyes, apparently, are a very dark gray-not quite black, but close enough at a glance. And he shows absolutely no shame at all in moving toward her lap.]

I'm thinkin' it's time for me to call it a night...

[Before he sees things no big brother should ever have to see, honorary or otherwise.]

[She would have lost interest if he did show shame. Only time it's fun to deal with that is if she already has some sort of vested interest.

She puts an arm around him as she laughs at Ratso,] If you want, but we're not going to be any quieter for you.

'Least I won't have to see it.

[He picks up Finn, who is already out cold, and slings him rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.]

Uhh...you got spare bedrooms?

Pretty sure there's one bedroom gonna be spare fer a while.

[Because he's already slipping one hand under Hannah's shirt. Why bother moving when the couch is right here, right?]

Nope. [It's her bedroom. She's not sharing. Instead she'd dragging Chow away into her room. Bed>couch. The other two can use that.]

[Oh. Well, that works too. At least it means they won't have to worry about walking in on anything in the morning...]

[Though it does mean Hannah gets to bear witness to Chow's hangover herself. He's wincing even with his eyes shut as he feels around on the bedside table for his shades and puts them on.]

Augh, damn...ain't had a hangover like this in years.

[Chow gets to see her own in all her naked glory.] Less talky, more water.

Fridge or ya got somethin' closer?

[It takes him a few seconds to get to his feet, since every time he tries to move, his head pounds. But hey, at least it gives her a nice view of his athletic physique?]

On second thought...

[She's pulling him back into bed for a quickie, headache be damned.]

[There's very few things Chow won't complain about doing when he has a hangover. This is one of them. Some things are worth making the headache a bit worse.]

[Once she's done she rolls of of him. Yeah, she was on top, he can deal.] Okay, now water.

[She starts trying to find her clothes. Failing that, she gets more ~~of the exact same outfit~~ out of the closet while holding her head.

Somehow her hairstyle managed to make it through the night.]

[That's alright, his pride isn't the sort that demands he always be in control. He'd have a problem if it was.

He's only going to bother with his boxers at the moment, as the rest is entirely too much effort before coffee at the best of times. While also nursing a hangover? No thanks.]

Be back soon's I can manage. Got any Aspirin while I'm at it?

I have more booze.

[Helpful.

She's going to go into the kitchen, down as much water as she can, and start to make breakfast.]

How about coffee?

[But water is a good start. It'll help with the hangover, if not the fact that he hasn't had caffeine in way too many hours.]

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[She points to a coffee maker, with all the requisite bits right next to it.]

Make sure Finn's not dead after you get it started.

He's fine. He always ends up drinkin' more than he can handle.

Mrrph.

[He also seems to be trying to bury his face in the couch.]

[Of course, Ratso looks perfectly fine...and entirely too awake for first thing in the morning.]

He might need a garbage can, though.

[Hannah finds that the counter top feels great on her head. It's at that point she points to Ratso.] You. Cook? Better not taste like crap.

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