I wish you would write about a fic where Jaina gets drunk. Don't care where XD
This might have to be included in the vacation fic XD I think historically she’s been one of those very cheerful, chatty drunks. lots of talking with her hands and becoming very excited about something and then she gets sleepy and passes out in a corner someplace. But I imagine this only happened rarely when she was very comfy.
I think post-theramore it was “get drunk with Vereesa and 50/50 chance if we devolve into giggles or ranting”. Post Theremore Jaina can get nasty and angry.
Drunk!Jaina loses her filters. Happy!drunk Jaina might also be far FAR more easily convinced to let her hair down and engage in inadvisable magical experimentation.
Jaina woke to pounding in her head. Her eyes were raw, her mouth was dry and there was a layer of cotton in her sinuses somehow. The pounding became a sound outside of her head. Pounding on her door.
She looked around and hissed as a slim band of bright daylight sliced through the drawn curtains and stabbed her eyes. Whining, she buried her face into the pillows. Beside her, Kalec grumbled and burrowed away from the light. He’d stolen the covers.
The pounding was now accompanied by incessant chiming of her door’s alert.
“I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE,” Modera’s magically amplified voice boomed.
Jaina and Kalec Jerked in bed, pillows and blankets falling to the floor. Kalec fell off the bed, landing in a sprawl of blankets. Jaina was left on the bed without a stitch of clothing save for her panties and one slipper.
Groaning Jaina got out of bed and put on a robe. She kicked off the slipper halfway down the hall. Passing a mirror she idly noted the impressive bedhead but found she had somehow run out of fucks sometime the previous evening…. possibly around the same time they’d run out of drinks.
And the pounding on the door continued.
Jaina opened her front door.
Modera pushed her way in.
“Hello to you too,” Jaina ground out, wincing and turning away from the daylight. What time was it anyway?”
“Good morning!” Khadgar said, far too cheerfully and far, far too loudly.
Jaina hissed for quiet and shut the door, wincing again as it closed too loudly.
“I am delighted and intrigued by the construct you and Kalecgos configured!” Khadgar said. “How did you managed to not only form what looks like a small star but then turn it into a torus!”
Jaina frowned and put up a warding had and khadgar practically shouted. “What?” she vaguely remembered something. There had been dancing? and a lab. And lava. Or had the lava happened first?
“You are grounded. both of you.” Modera said.
“Pretty sure you can’t do that,” Jaina said. she walked over to the window and closed the curtains further. “why are you here?”
“You and your dragon made a small celestial body and no one can bloody well figure out how. do you even understand how many mages are now questioning their entire understanding of fundamental forces? it’s CHAOS!” Modera said, waving her hands and shouting.
“I’m sorry? Why are you shouting at me?”
“I AM NOT-… I am not shouting. I am discussing how you and the dragon are doing theoretically impossible things while you are drunk.”
“If they did it, it’s not theoretical,” khadgar sing-songed.
“Details.” modera hissed.,
“Is it exploding?” jaina asked.
“No more than it should be,” Khadgar said, pleased as punch.
“Only metaphorical ones,” Modera said, voice holding more than a touch of growl, but at least she wasn’t yelling.
“….. I’m going back to bed.” Jaina said.
Modera watched Jaina shuffled back to bed.
“Hmmm,” Khadgar said. “I was hoping for two answers. perhaps when they are sober.”
“How they did... whatver it was they did. second... Under what mountain did they find enough alcohol to get Kalecgos drunk?”
“Ironforge,” Modera said, turning for the door. “I suspect queen Moira took it as a personal challenge.”