WHO: Charlie and Penny WHAT: Drunken commiseration WHERE: His flat WHEN: Friday afternoon RATING: High because he's drunk and it's Charlie
Charlie had already finished one and a half glasses of fire whiskey, straight, by the time Penny arrived. He was nearly done the second and starting to feel a pleasant tingle in his lips and fingers. His brain was just finding that brief lag behind his eyes. It was wonderful.
"Fuck Goblins," he mumbled to himself, "Greedy, tiny, creep bastards."