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[mornaquilde]

*finds responsibility for his siblings thrust upon him once more*

*groans*

*figures he should probably do the proper adolescent thing and risk parental wrath by inviting his mates over to get drunk*

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[mirefinwe]

*turns up with a sixpack of beer and a liberated bottle of scotch*

I bring booze, o' Cousin!! :D

[mornaquilde]

Wahaaay!! >:D

Come on in!

[mirefinwe]

Don't mind if I do. Anyone else coming?

[mornaquilde]

Well. Hopefully Voronwe and Daemion, maybe your sister if Maglor's not keeping too watchful an eye on her and she feels the need to get drunk.

[aranwion]

*eventually begs directions and arrives at yours, looking a little worse for wear (not to mention gloomy)*

Hey, dudes.

[mornaquilde]

You. I prescribe alcohol.

[aranwion]

You are wise. *nods* Plus, I totally brought cheese fries!

[mornaquilde]

Munchies AND intoxicants!! Yea verily, we're off to a good start!

[lindorie]

*turns up with a bottle*

*eyedart*

This is great, I really needed to get out of the house. Ada's been re-organising his study that is lately my studio. ARGH.

[mornaquilde]

MORE BOOZE!! Get wasted. If you get too wasted to walk, find a spare room and crash there. :D

[lindorie]

Thank you. You'd be amazed at how much damage a wheel-chair bound lore-master can do.

[mornaquilde]

Well... he's got wheels. It's cumbersome and he's drugged up. It's doomed to wind up badly.