Stewie Griffin, here.

[bloody_bottle]

God, I'm bloody tired. I had no idea yelling at people was going to be so bloody exhausting. Between offering advice, offering insults, and trying like hell to avoid watching Jack trying pitifully to seduce that damn poncy elf on the couch (sans pants, as usual), I've had a very long day

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[subtle_guns]

Stewie, thanks for the backup tonight.

*hands Stewie a warm bottle*

It's on me.

[prince_laurelin]

He wasn't trying to seduce me (though really, who could blame him, I mean, look how pretty I am) - we were just sharing some wine and sitting very close together on a little couch without pants. Well, he had no pants. I had my leggings on. The whole time. I swear.