what type of drunk are the RO's?
IVAN
His usual composure melts into a drowsy, clingy mess. He slumps against the MC, his breath warm and wine-scented as he mumbles, “You’re… too close.” But when they try to pull away, his arm locks around their waist like a vise. “No. Stay.” His head lolls onto their shoulder, and he mutters fragmented confessions: “Your laugh… it’s loud. I hate it. …I hate how much I hate it.” His fingers fumble with the hem of their sleeve, as if anchoring himself to their presence.
SHADOW
They become a volatile mix of reckless and raw. One moment, they’re draped over the MC’s lap, lazily twirling a knife near their throat. “Bet I could carve my name into your heart,” they slur, eyes glinting with dark amusement. The next, they’re gripping the MC’s wrist too tightly, voice dropping to a ragged whisper: “Why do you keep looking at me like that? Like I’m… like I’m worth…” They trail off, downing another shot instead of finishing.
FLORA
Her energy spirals into hyperactive chaos. She drags the MC into a jig with a bemused bartender, then climbs onto a table and shouts, “WATCH THIS!” before attempting (and failing) to juggle. When the MC scolds her, she pouts, flopping into their lap. “You’re no fun,” she whines, poking their cheek. Seconds later, she’s beaming: “Wait! Let’s prank Ivan! I’ll dye his horse pink! You distract him!” Her plans grow increasingly unhinged, fueled by giggles and spiced rum.
ASTORIA
Her affection dials up to 1000%. She clings to the MC like a koala, nuzzling their neck and sighing, “You’re so warm.” Every few minutes, she gasps, “I just love you so much,” before launching into a teary-eyed monologue about their “perfect smile” or “magical elbows.” She tries to braid the MC’s hair with one hand while clutching a wine bottle in the other, hiccuping, “Don’t move! This’ll be art!” Spoiler: It’s not.
EMIR
His restraint evaporates. He leans far too close, his usually measured speech dissolving into a ramble: “Did you know your pupils dilate 0.3 seconds faster when you’re near me? I timed it. Repeatedly.” When they laugh, he frowns. “This is serious research.” Moments later, he’s asleep at the table, head pillowed on his equations.
IDRIS
His gruffness softens into blunt, bewildered honesty. He stares at the MC like they’ve grown a second head, grumbling, “Why’re you… shiny?” When they shrug, he grabs their face, squishing their cheeks. “Stop it.” His calloused thumb brushes their lip, and he mutters, “Never met someone so… annoying.” But there’s no heat in it—just a rough, unspoken fondness. He eventually dozes off, forehead pressed to theirs, snoring softly.
CALLAN
Drunk Behavior: His mischief turns fever-pitch. He dares the MC to a “kissing contest” with a random patron (“I’ll win, obviously”), then challenges them to a race across the tavern roof. When they scold him, he grins, sweaty and breathless. “Worried about me, huh?” He leans in, close enough to share the scent of honeyed mead on his breath. “Don’t be. I’m invincible.” (He is not.)
POLY ROUTE (Shadow + Ivan)
Ivan: Sways slightly, glaring at Shadow. “You’re… tolerable. Occasionally.” He slumps against the MC, muttering, “Tell them to stop… smirking at me.”
Shadow: Laughs, hooking a foot around Ivan’s ankle to trip him. “Aw, princeling—jealous?” They yank the MC closer, whispering, “Let’s ditch him. I’ll show you real fun.”
Ivan: “Unhand them. Now.” (He’s too drunk to stand, but he tries.)
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