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Post by Finas//Alvin [Blaze001] on Aug 16, 2011 11:35:36 GMT -5
Alvin finds a spare chair, dragging it over and propping his boots up onto it.
"Oh, you were joking...Sorry."
The lord hiccups, and stifles a burp with his right hand.
"I can't tell when I'm drunk. S'got me into trouble before."
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Post by Droite / Cedric on Aug 17, 2011 15:57:07 GMT -5
Cedric gives a small smile.
I'm sure it wasn't an entire fiasco. Getting drunk is one of our staples here.
He decides to sit on the floor instead and leans against Alvin's chair.
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Post by Finas//Alvin [Blaze001] on Aug 29, 2011 16:31:26 GMT -5
"Thanks." The lord mumbles, yawning, tiredness slurring his words even more, but he still pours himself more ale.
"Glad I met you."
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Post by Droite / Cedric on Aug 29, 2011 21:13:52 GMT -5
Turning Cedric lifts himself with his knees just high enough to rest his chin on a portion of the arm rest. He placed his right hand on Alvin's knee and smiles.
Same here.
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