Drunk Cards

[crittersheep]

WHO: Some sheep and you
WHERE: Right in the middle of the pasture
WHEN: Day 83, afternoon

[Two red sheep and one lilac-colored sheep are having a picnic in the shade of a tree. There is a smorgasbord of finger foods laid out over the huge blankets spread over the grass, but even more notable is the frankly unreasonable amount of drinks, both alcoholic and non.]

[They beckon you over as you're passing by.]

"Psst..."

Did you know? Did you know?


There was a demon here just now!


Yeeeeeeeeah...! We ...played a game of *hic* cards! With the drankssssssss...


When we beat him at cards he left all his stuff behind.


Hey! You! Yeah, youuuu! Wanna drink some cards and play some hooch? We got some uuuuuuuuuuh sandwiches too. *hic*


We can't drink this all, so we might as well share.


We got extra cards, too.


*hic*

[Sessions | Turn-in | Mingle | Winners | Endgame]

Comments

[survivaltricks]

Maybe I did but that doesn't help me now.

[rugpull]

Maybe ya needa big sleep.

[survivaltricks]

I'm gonna take one.

But now I miss Loki.

[. . .]

[:(]

Fuckin' asshole.

[rugpull]

He stinky!!!

But. But.

Ya touched m'ears SO MUCH

[survivaltricks]

He's real stinky. A total jerk.

[why does he sound fond when he says that SORRY LOKI]

And yeh, but I touch 'em all the time.

[rugpull]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . wat]

You're makin' a face. . .

[rugpull]

M'ears ain't good enough nomore.

[survivaltricks]

[oh]

[OH]

[O H]

[grins a li'l, then reaches out to pet the ears again]

No. . . I und-- understand whatcha were sayin' now.

They're the best.

[rugpull]

[little sigh and then purring]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . thumps his forehead against Biscuit's again and sighs. ear scritches continue!]

[this is fine. he likes this. they can do this, they are allowed to do this, and that is all that matters!1]

[rugpull]

[pprrttttt and nuzzles into]

[survivaltricks]

[gawd. he's super drunk and probably should not say deeply emotional things while he is drunk but--]

[quietly]

Wish it were a lot. . . easier t' know how t'. . . do this. Things. This.

[rugpull]

[starts petting Lupin]

Aw Lu.

[survivaltricks]

[a tiny li'l smile]

You should kiss 'n bite Tart before I do somethin' stupid.

[rugpull]

[takes his hand

bites his knuckles]

[survivaltricks]

[-- surprised noise, accompanied by a sharp inhale]

[giving him a very ??? look]

[rugpull]

Yer not Tart and m'not Loki but tha's okay.

[survivaltricks]

[wheezes a little. heart please stop doing that pounding thing you're doing]

. . . yeah.

[a pause]

Don't want you to be Loki, anyway. You're just Biscuit.

[rugpull]

Amuzin' Bizuit.

[survivaltricks]

Best Biscuit. Fluffiest Biscuit.

[rugpull]

I am!

Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu.

[survivaltricks]

That's meeeee.

[VERY PLEASED, HE LIKES THIS NEW NICKNAME]

[rugpull]

Yer fluffy too.

[survivaltricks]

I know. I try'n be fluffy. Charm point.