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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan laughed lightheartedly, already started to feel the affects of the drink, just a little bit. Or maybe it was the placebo effect. One of those things. He refrained from taking another sip, even if part of him wanted to just to keep himself from sitting too still.

"That's why I've got plans to nurse this for awhile," he said with a nod to his glass of purple liquid. "Otherwise, I think... Well, I don't know what would happen to me, which is rather scary." But he smiled despite that. "Could be face down, arse up in the gutter with what I'd assume would be the worst hangover imaginable. Though," he took a small sip, "I suppose it could be face down, arse up in a very comfortable bed with an very attractive person. That... that wouldn't be so bad." Provided he could remember the night before, anyway. Otherwise... He took another small sip to keep from thinking about that.