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wayfarers_lodge) wrote2011-03-27 11:42 pm
wayfarers_lodge) wrote2011-03-27 11:42 pm
{Tilda} Drink with me - Moments in Time
Firebrand woke up to noises coming from the loungeroom. Blinking a little, he turned to face the clock.
"Why... is Tilda up at 2am?" He asked himself, shrugging on a dressing gown as he swung out of bed.
The rest of the house was dimmed down for the night, but the TV was on, blaring something that sounded like Disney. He blinked again as he rounded the corner, but not at the light. Tilda and Spencer were sitting on the couch, watching Fern Gully, their faces grim. Needlefingers was sitting near by on a chair, watching the pair with concerned eyes. Two empty bottles of scotch were lying on the floor, and they looked to be a good way through a third.
Without looking up, Tilda waved to him.
"Evening, faggot. Drink, guys, her eyes changed."
Spencer and Tilda took a long pull from their glasses, and Dan raised his to sip.
Firebrand eyed the bottle of scotch. "While this looks entertaining, what's it in aid of?"
Spencer pointed wordlessly to a pair of shoes, obviously his, lying in a pile against the door. Firebrand crossed the room to pick them up and examine then. They were dusted with something green, and as he rolled a little between his fingers, he realised with growing horror that it was flocking, the sort you used to decorate the bases of miniatures.
"I don't suppose you had a painting accident, did you, Tilda?"
"No. Hah! Batty's antennae just went, drink! No, I didn't. It came out of a dream."
"But you can't bring things out of dreams passively." He replied, shaking his head.
"Oh, I know."
Firebrand was silent for a long moment, then he walked over to the couch to sit next to his lover.
"Alright. Pass me a glass, then."
"Why... is Tilda up at 2am?" He asked himself, shrugging on a dressing gown as he swung out of bed.
The rest of the house was dimmed down for the night, but the TV was on, blaring something that sounded like Disney. He blinked again as he rounded the corner, but not at the light. Tilda and Spencer were sitting on the couch, watching Fern Gully, their faces grim. Needlefingers was sitting near by on a chair, watching the pair with concerned eyes. Two empty bottles of scotch were lying on the floor, and they looked to be a good way through a third.
Without looking up, Tilda waved to him.
"Evening, faggot. Drink, guys, her eyes changed."
Spencer and Tilda took a long pull from their glasses, and Dan raised his to sip.
Firebrand eyed the bottle of scotch. "While this looks entertaining, what's it in aid of?"
Spencer pointed wordlessly to a pair of shoes, obviously his, lying in a pile against the door. Firebrand crossed the room to pick them up and examine then. They were dusted with something green, and as he rolled a little between his fingers, he realised with growing horror that it was flocking, the sort you used to decorate the bases of miniatures.
"I don't suppose you had a painting accident, did you, Tilda?"
"No. Hah! Batty's antennae just went, drink! No, I didn't. It came out of a dream."
"But you can't bring things out of dreams passively." He replied, shaking his head.
"Oh, I know."
Firebrand was silent for a long moment, then he walked over to the couch to sit next to his lover.
"Alright. Pass me a glass, then."
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I'm dying over here.
A drinking game, out of Ferngully.
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Don't loose guys.
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The drinking game looks awesome, btw, and since i have Fern Gully, I will be trying it with my faithful minions ;D