“HOLY SHIT HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET SO TALL? WHAT THE FUCK?” for the Raijin!!! I want them plastered. It'll be great.
I was going to wait until morning to do this, but… Well, I was awake now so here you go. Four o’clock rambles involve drunk Raijindorks.
Freed didn’t realise he was falling backwards until he was lying down on the carpeted floor and he was holding the amber bottle right above him. He stuck his tongue out, desperately waiting for but a single drop of the delicious spiced rum to fall, but it never happened. With a groan, drawing the attention of his equally as inebriated teammate, Freed dropped the empty bottle down onto the ground beside him. “There’s no more rum… Why is there no more rum…” he mumbled tiredly.
Bickslow made a face when he saw his dishevelled captain sprawled out on the ground beside him. “Freeeeeedo!” he slurred. “What are ya doin’ down there?”
“I don’t quite know…” the Runes mage admitted. “I wanted the rum… But the rum is gone… Why is the rum gone, Bickslow?”
“Well, that’s no good!” Bickslow only seemed to ignore his friend’s rum problem as he picked himself up off the pillow he was seated on, and crawled over to Freed’s side to collapse down next to him, moving the empty bottle aside (it wouldn’t make a very good pillow). He couldn’t quite help but giggle once he was staring up at the ceiling beside his friend. “Hey! The shadows look like clouds!”
Freed tilted his head to the side, his hair becoming even more tangled and splayed out on the carpet. “So they do…”
Evergreen walked back into the shared living room at that moment to find her teammates lying side-by-side on the ground and giggling like fools at the shape of the shadows on the ceiling. She leaves them alone for five minutes to try and find more nachos from the kitchen, and this is what happens?
“What on earth do you two think you’re doing down there?” she asked, standing directly behind their heads, hand on hip and the other supporting the bowl of corn chips covered generously with cheese and salsa.
“Ever… The rum is gone…” Freed groaned again.
Bickslow, on the other hand, screamed, once he noticed his female teammate’s presence. The other two didn’t get a chance to ask just what the fuck it was that had spooked him so suddenly before he was pointing up to her, head tipping back into the carpet slightly to get a better view of her, and was shouting, “Holy shit! How the fuck did you get so tall? What the fuck?!” She was a giant! She had to be over ten feet tall!
“It was the rum,” Freed commented. “The rum is magical!” He sat up with a gasp to lean on his elbow, grabbing Evergreen’s ankle to whisper harshly, “Is the rum magical?!”
Evergreen merely rolled her eyes, fetched the unopened bottle of rum on the coffee table in front of the two morons, and then sat herself down on the middle of the sofa to get back to their movie night. It was at times like that that Evergreen remembered why she didn’t drink much with her brothers… They were lightweights.
