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come_sailaway2022-06-29 09:27 pm
touchofcashmere) wrote in come_sailaway2022-06-29 09:27 pm
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He Gods to Swear
Who: Cede Sonnet (Baptin) and ...all three of you... [OTA]
What: gin, rum, tequila, pina colada (one for each hand), vodka, whiskey....
When: June 30 year of our lord ...somethin' with a lotta 2s
Where: I dunno just...everyhere
Warnings: this man
I. At Hurikane
[Give him two pina coladas... or three. Or four. Because the ghosts won't and he's trying to pull the drink from the invisible hands]
I'm fine. I can handle it. I can handle anything! Don't tell me I can't liquor my handle!
II. At John's
[who is holding a bottle of tequila, sitting on the piano and intermittently throwing books at the screen? It's him. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine. Why do you ask?]
III. Chatterbox
[it is karaoke time and he is just in time for having a good time, reading the lyrics badly]
Tell me why ain't nothin' but a heartache
tell me why ain't nothing but a missed skate
tell me why I never wanna hear you say
I want it that day!
Come on! Sing with me!
IV. Scoops
I'll have one of everything please. [and then seeing someone come up, clings to the window] It's all mine. Go away. Shoo.
V. Elsewhere
[Stede is clinging to the railing, making his way along or otherwise rambling back and forth across the deck]
Wow! Choppy seas? Am I right? Of course I'm right. Must be a storm. [he chugs a bottle of rum]
If we die... I hope the captain is fucked. Fucked. Absolutely a hundered percent ten eggs deep.
What: gin, rum, tequila, pina colada (one for each hand), vodka, whiskey....
When: June 30 year of our lord ...somethin' with a lotta 2s
Where: I dunno just...everyhere
Warnings: this man
I. At Hurikane
[Give him two pina coladas... or three. Or four. Because the ghosts won't and he's trying to pull the drink from the invisible hands]
I'm fine. I can handle it. I can handle anything! Don't tell me I can't liquor my handle!
II. At John's
[who is holding a bottle of tequila, sitting on the piano and intermittently throwing books at the screen? It's him. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine. Why do you ask?]
III. Chatterbox
[it is karaoke time and he is just in time for having a good time, reading the lyrics badly]
Tell me why ain't nothin' but a heartache
tell me why ain't nothing but a missed skate
tell me why I never wanna hear you say
I want it that day!
Come on! Sing with me!
IV. Scoops
I'll have one of everything please. [and then seeing someone come up, clings to the window] It's all mine. Go away. Shoo.
V. Elsewhere
[Stede is clinging to the railing, making his way along or otherwise rambling back and forth across the deck]
Wow! Choppy seas? Am I right? Of course I'm right. Must be a storm. [he chugs a bottle of rum]
If we die... I hope the captain is fucked. Fucked. Absolutely a hundered percent ten eggs deep.
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[ He sounds pleased, though that fades when Stede collapses into a not very graceful puddle.
Max sighs, wrenching the empty bottle from his hand to toss it overboard.
Aaaaand that's the extent of the help he'swilling to offer. Enjoy the night on the deck, romantically under the stars, because Max simply leaves him there. Have a good time buddy.]