Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-03-20 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, jake sully, ~aaron cross |
Who: Aaron and Jake
Where: Mitchell's.
What: Operation Drunk Na'vi
When: Couple hours after this, Wednesday evening/night
Rating: High for language
Open: Ask first
Status: WIP
They'd been drinking for what felt like ages. This wasn't like the apples in Ponyland, where they'd wound up fucked out of their skulls pretty damn quickly; no, this was involving a shitload of booze, and all different types, too. It was an experiment, after all.
Bottles of beer were like fizzy shots, and Jake liked how he could taste every ingredient individually. Wine, something he never normally drank, was even more layered than the beer and he could almost get all the different tastes like it said on the labels, like berries and vanilla and all that shit. Red was nicer than white, he decided, but he wasn't rushing back to drink any more. Cider was good, like the beer, but Jake was really more interested in the liquor. Vodka, Whiskey, Rum and, naturally, his beloved tequila. No mixers in sight. And since the Na'vi were ten feet tall, they had to drink shitloads more to get drunk. Science! Or something.
"In Hometree," he tried explaining to Aaron while he crouched down and leaned back against the outside wall of Mitchell's place, "Tsu'tey handed me this gourd thing, didn't tell me what was in it, right? And then all the rest of the taronyu, they all started, y'know, like "Drink drink drink!" so I had to. Drank it all. Had to do that about, uh, three times. 'Cause that's what you do! Good hunt means you gotta celebrate. Good bug juice, that."