*pouring pepto bismo* SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOT SHOTS

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*pouring pepto bismo* SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOT SHOTS
🥃
For every 🥃 my muse gets-- they have to take a shot and share a personal fact about themselves that not many know about!
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He's not much of a drinker despite living and working at a bar, and like hell you are catching him take an actual shot of some hard liquor- gross.
Instead he takes a decent sip from the fruitiest, sweetest cocktail you can imagine in effort to disguise the taste of alcohol. A maraschino cherry skewered on top.
"I... have a little brother. Alec, he'd follow me around everywhere as kids. Heh that kid could make friends with anyone, I bet, I bet he could even make friends with these guys.
......Hope he's okay."
🥃 + what's your biggest regret?
Send me a 🥃 + a question for my muse to answer. If they refuse to answer, they have to take a shot.
That’s a tough one, because, in truth, there were a lot of regrets on Xigbar’s plate. It’s not that any one was necessarily “bigger” than the others, but that they were all different types of regrets: regrets about stupid childhood choices, about teenage secrets, about youthful frustrations in the Radiant Guard—maybe even some fairly recent regrets, those harbored post-humanity, that still left him strangely bitter despite the lack of a heart in his chest.
So, he’ll just pick one:
“Kinda wished I hadn’t dropped the violin. They tried their best to classically train me, but unfortunately, I just enjoyed shootin’ stuff too much to care about impressin’ the upper echelons.
“But who knows, when I got some down time maybe I’ll give it another... shot.”
Ba-dum tss.
🥃 + What would you do if boss man started coming on to ya?
Send me a 🥃 + a question for my muse to answer. If they refuse to answer, they have to take a shot.
“...Which version?”
also also never have I ever lost my updog!
"Never had a ...whatever that is, in the first place."
Never have I ever eaten soap.
Misfortune huffed and pushed his next shot around in his hands for a while before he lifted it and swallowed.
“No more cheating.” He huffed again.
Neve raised an eyebrow, stone-gray eyes watching the other Glaive. "... Are you sure that's smart?" She asked in her usual brusque manner as she watched him down another round of shots.
An wh’said ‘nything ‘bout smart?” Nyx giggled, pushing the now empty shot glass away from him. You didn’t come to a bar and start a drinking contest to be smart. You did it because you wanted to get smashed.
“C’mon, join th’ fun!”
🍻🍻🍻
Nyx threw a half-hearted glare at the cheerful blond. More shots? Sure, he’d set himself up for this, but if he was honest with himself (and with all the alcohol in him from that damned chancellor, he had no choice) he hadn’t expected to be doing quite so many shots.
“Cheers,” Nyx grinned, picking up the first of the three shots with a shaky hand. He managed it and the second one without spilling, but lost part of the third one when he had trouble finding his mouth. Room was definitely spinning now. Here’s hoping he got a breather before someone else set down any more.