#fucking lightweight

[jrzimmerman]

☏ jerome - My Piggy Momma

Jerome: aye shawty in the red dress!!!!

Jerome: whatcho name is 👀🥵

[redfezx]

If you're gonna drink, do it in Germany

[possumsmushroom]

i want to get like actually somewhat buzzed but all i had was one glass of wine and i want to fall asleep.

[xy0009]

The room is moving

[absurdistplayer]

Of course I manage to fuck up my voice humming the whistle tune from Horror Express and singing Don Juan Triumphant from the 1989 Phantom exactly ONCE. I'm supposed to be in a fucking punk band for Prophet's sake!

[whatdosendhelp]

@whitemanes

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A sucker punch.
Brynjar wasn’t sure what he did to piss the sod off. He felt the other’s knuckles on his jaw. He stumbled back a few steps.
“Bloody Oblivion!” The were’s brows creased.
His hand lifted and rubbed at his jaw.

A brawl it would be, then.

He planted himself.
“That was cheap, ya bastard.” He rolled up his sleeves. When they were out of his way, Brynjar swung his arm around and socked the Redguard.

This was fun. Brynjar often fought the Companions. Then again, that was a favored pasttime in the mead hall. There would likely be no ill-will on the Harbinger’s side. 
He just hoped the barmaid wouldn’t mind a scuffle. She ran the Bannered Mare quite well. Getting kicked out would definitely be upsetting.

Al staggered back a step, knocked a little more off-balance than he might have been had he been fully sober. Which he definitely was not. 

The Redguard cracked a lopsided grin, and raised his fists in a guarded stance. Already he'd forgotten what perceived slight had prompted him to strike the Nord. Did he need a reason? It had been a dull couple of days; restless energy and alcohol were pumping through his veins, and he'd never known a Nord to turn away from a tavern brawl. It was something unique to the Skyrim natives that he enjoyed; in his travels across Tamriel, the only other place with half as many bar fights as this snowy province was perhaps Stros M'Kai. And there, one was just as likely to find the business end of a knife as a fist. Here, it was just... Fun.

Wasting no time on bandying words, Al lunged forward again, driving his clenched fist in an undercut towards the Nord's gut.

[sebille]

my sis is having a party n I can hear how someone’s already too drunk to function...it’s not even 10 pm yet i’m lowkey embarrassed for whoever this person is 

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