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

[leonheartedly]

. . . I'll take that as a lot.

[survivaltricks]

. . . more'n ten?

[leonheartedly]

You're gonna hate yourself so much later.

[survivaltricks]

Haha. Yeh.

[and yet he seems to be in a good mood!!]

[leonheartedly]

[good, he should be]

I'll get you guys home so you can drink some water . . . maybe we can prevent the worst of it.

[survivaltricks]

[makes grabby hands at]

Gimme. Hydration.

[leonheartedly]

We need to get back first. You gonna be able to make it?

[survivaltricks]

What? Are you sayin' I can't walk??

[takes a step forward]

[trips over his feet]

[leonheartedly]

[he catches him, steadying him again]

I don't have to say it at all.

[survivaltricks]

[holds out arms]

. . . gimme a piggy back ride.

[leonheartedly]

. . . I'll try? Might not work out for us, though.

[turning around to kneel down so he can climb on]

[survivaltricks]

[I'm sorry. Lupin does no climb on gently like a sane person]

[he JUMPS on, almost like he's trying to knock Tyr over with his body weight]

[leonheartedly]

[g.

Guess what happens.

He stumbles forward with a yelp, falling flat on his face]

—you little shit!

[survivaltricks]

[CRACKING UP as he perches himself on top of Tyr's back like the li'l shit he is]

Get good, Tyr!!

[leonheartedly]

I'll show you get good—

[he is totally reaching back to grab at Lupin, get down here u brat and accept ur noogies]

[survivaltricks]

[STRANGLED CRY, because there is no way he is coordinated enough to avoid this. in fact, he is just kind of flailing about drunkenly]

Heeeeeeelp! Attacked!!

[leonheartedly]

[noogie noogie noogie ruffle..

Then climbing to his feet, pulling Lupin with him] Brat.

[survivaltricks]

[he is absolute dead weight right now, leaning heavily against Tyr's side, fingers curled into his shirt]

T. . . that's me. Loud 'n proud. Urk. . . now'm gonna be sick. . .

[leonheartedly]

Don't you dare be sick on me.

C'mon, climb on the right way . . . I'll carry you back.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . gently slides arms around Tyr's shoulders. hold him]

[leonheartedly]

[uuuup we go.

Time to cart your drunk ass home, son]