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Tweak says, "A little bit Alexis!"

Caradoc Dearborn (caradoc_) wrote in scotopia,
@ 2008-06-06 20:26:00

Who: Caradoc and Dorcas
Where: A pub
When: June 6, evening
What: Drinking the Night Away
Warnings: Well...drinking, and probably free use of language.

"Meadowes!" Caradoc called as he knocked on his friend's door. Despite what some people thought, Caradoc enjoyed a fun night out--even if to him, a fun night out was filled with alcohol and sarcasm. He hadn't gotten truly drunk since his attack; he'd been to cautious to let himself get out of control. He wasn't sure about that night, though. Nothing had really happened in the last month and a half, and nothing that could be traced back to knowledge he may or may not have given out.

So maybe tonight was the night. "Standing in front of your door isn't much bloody fun, you know."

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	dorcas_ 2008-06-18 06:51 pm UTC (link)
	"ENH! Forced cheer!" Dorcas crowed accusingly. "But instead of leaving, I think I'll just make you do a penalty shot." Shots were one of the quickest ways she knew to unforced cheer, too. She grinned mischievously as she waved down the bartender yet again and asked Caradoc to choose his poison. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

caradoc_
2008-06-19 01:38 am UTC (link)

"Hi, I'm Caradoc, have we met? Because everyone who's ever known me knows I'm not a cheerful person," Caradoc cracked, considering his shot options. He was fine with just pure liquor of some kind, but felt since it was a penalty shot he should be a little more creative. "All right, then, barkeep. Give us a shot of something strong and terrible tasting so she'll regret asking for it." The bartender smirked and, a moment later, returned with their mystery shot. "All right, bottoms up!"

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dorcas_
2008-06-19 07:23 am UTC (link)

Dorcas punched Caradoc lightly on the shoulder. "Oi, only the person who forces the cheer is supposed to have to drink!" she protested, but really, Dorcas could only protest so much with a shotglass in her hand. She knocked it back obligingly and tried to keep a poker face but soon lost it, gagging. "That was... really foul," she managed, looking a bit green. "Someone ought to revoke that man's license." Even so, she couldn't keep herself from adding, "But first, I think we need something to wash that down..."

And there, things were back to normal again. Or at least close enough, for the time being.

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