[closed] SAY IT AIN'T SO, I WILL NOT GO

[manlet]

Who: Andersen, Trevor, and Dantes
When: Noveur 8th, after Louis's masquerade
Where: The abandoned theater Andersen and Dantes live in.
What: Two drunks make asses of themselves. A demon of vengeance being hassled to take care of them.
Warnings: Drunken tomfoolery.

[Moonlight, not a sound from the pavement. The masquerade has at last come to its end. The guests are beginning to disperse, lit by the glow of their bejeweled gifts and their high spirits. After the revelry comes the exhausted but content quiet falls over the city of Aefenglom and all is peaceful--

STOMP STOMP STOMP.

--except, it seems, a certain theater seems to still house some rowdy ruffians. One of those ruffians is Andersen, who's leaping and jumping with the energy of an oversized, off-rhythm flea, coattails flying. It's clear that he's drunk, by his boisterous singing and unsteady swaying:]

Bring us in good ale, bring us in good ale...!

[Who in the world would encourage such rude behavior????]

Comments

[manlet]

[Andersen laughs and sits right next to Trevor, unfazed by the threat.]

See what I mean? He's got a stick up his ass. Come sit down and drink with us, monsieur!

[quickwhip]

[ A rumor? Well, he can't really go basing much on a rumor, can he? That's how people get wrongly accused and murdered after all. But still. Sure looks like a sourpuss.

Anderson, on the other hand, Trevor just nods to before he lolls his head to look back to Dantes. ]

That must hurt. You should... probably pull that out. You know, before you sit down here. It'll just get worse otherwise.

[ The stick up his ass, that is. ]

[ressusciter]

Give me one good reason to sit and drink with you when I just came back from that event.

[no, go on. convince him, and maybe he'll forgive the comments about what's up his ass.]

[manlet]

[Trevor's comment earns an audible snicker from Andersen, who's as giddy as a schoolgirl. He spreads out his arms as if in invitation.]

You enjoy my company. And you'll enjoy Trevor's. I guarantee it! In any case, you must socialize. You're becoming a gaudy, overdressed, gloomy mushroom.