Decollage | Day 78, morning

[hyanaimne]

[knock knock, Fawn, you have a visitor]

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[hyanaimne]

Me either, really.

[grandstanding]

[not making a great start on 'dealing with things starting from today'.

drinks.]

[hyanaimne]

[like she is. She hums a bit, swirling the liquid in her bottle]

At least, I got a memory out of that horrid game.

[grandstanding]

Ah. That's good.

[hyanaimne]

[takes a sip, murmuring]

I murdered over a dozen men to save a village.

[grandstanding]

Did they deserve it?

[hyanaimne]

[. . . takes a long sip]

They wanted to burn it down, because the people who lived their were half-bloods.

[grandstanding]

They did, then.

[hyanaimne]

Mmm.

[huffs] Humans are horrid creatures.

[grandstanding]

They certainly are.

[hyanaimne]

[quirks a wry grin]

I thought you would understand.

[grandstanding]

Mmm.

[hyanaimne]

[takes another, long drink]

[grandstanding]

[having another couple of mouthfuls himselfff]

[hyanaimne]

[and now she's at about a third left]

. . .

I think not eating has made it easier for it to hit me quicker.

[grandstanding]

[he's nearly at a fifth]

Don't get ideas for the future.

[hyanaimne]

Ideas? Such as?

[grandstanding]

Such as not eating so you can get drunk faster.

[hyanaimne]

. . . I would not do that.

[grandstanding]

Oh, good.

[hyanaimne]

I would just drink more.

[grandstanding]

[raises his eyebrows at her, and starts downing the last of his bottle]

[hyanaimne]

[both eyebrows go up as well, and she lifts the bottle to finish the rest of hers off]

[grandstanding]

[setting the empty bottle on the floor, that certainly is washing over him now.

...picking up the next one.]

[hyanaimne]

[watches him; she's leaning against him again, and . . . well, it's obvious it's starting to really hit her.

Very seriously:]

I like drinking with you, Erik.