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[eiremagic]

Everyone done with this sand shite?

Any word on what the fuck exactly that crap was?

Fuuuuuck. How about next time we just all sit in the Glass City and get drunk, yeah?

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[dignity_misery]

[Now there is a strangely familiar face.]

And if we don't like to drink?

[eiremagic]

Then that's your loss.

[dignity_misery]

Because inebriation is such a boon.

[eiremagic]

Got something against it?

[dignity_misery]

I'm not a fan of having my mind compromised. And drunks are just easy to manipulate.

[eiremagic]

Not everyone's a stupid drunk.

[dignity_misery]

I don't agree with that.

[eiremagic]

Must be a terrible thing, then, being wrong.

[dignity_misery]

Do I look too broken up about it?

[eiremagic]

Don't know either way.

[worldofourown]

~ My brain’s with idle thoughts abrim;
I wander in a tipsy swoon;
I run and drink the air I skim…

[He's imprisoned and heavily drugged. Ignore his weirdness. Unless you want poems in praise of booze :|]

[never_very_good]

Think I finally got enough sun.

[eiremagic]

Oh, fantastic.

[eiremagic]

You've a lovely tan.

[never_very_good]

Not much comfort.

[eiremagic]

It's handsome?

[never_very_good]

Still glad to be back.

[eiremagic]

Makes me want to ravage you?

[never_very_good]

[Laughing.]

Already recovered, huh?

[worldofourown]

Thank you...

Although I'm not the author of the poem, so I suppose Monsieur Thueuriet ought to be thanking you...

Happily, he's dead...

[eiremagic]

I bounce back.

[eiremagic]

I don't reckon he's very happy about it.

[never_very_good]

I know. I like it.

[worldofourown]

All those dead are happy...

And all those happy are dead...

[And he is so very insane. Meds notwithstanding.]

[eiremagic]

Is that a come-on?