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[gimmethemap]

Admiral.

I'm at my wits end. Either give me rum RIGHT NOW or lose me forever.

(ooc: Morgan showed Glinda around -- and failed to find a point where she could slide in that she wasn't really a guy. [Thread still in progress.] And then Glinda is basically going to lay one on her and run away giggling.)

Comments

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[gimmethemap]

No talking. Only drinking.

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

I wish that I had some alcohol. However, I'm all out.

[gimmethemap]

I think that's everybody's story right now.

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

I'm sure we can find something similar to alcohol in the kitchen or infirmary. At least with the infirmary, you could pop enough pills to hopefully forget the whole ordeal.

[gimmethemap]

Probably shouldn't nick from places.

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

You can just ask nicely.

[uowemeascream.livejournal.com]

Fuck rum, pass the damned whiskey.

[gimmethemap]

So long as it ends in 'drunk', I don't care what it is.

[requiresssacrifice]

SECONDED.

Private.

[yourunichase]

I've got some scotch.

Private.

[gimmethemap]

Then you? Are my new best friend.

Private.

[yourunichase]

Fan-fucking-tastic, someone who doesn't want to punch me in the fucking face for looking like some asshole. Come on over. Level 6 room fucking four.