Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-06 09:04 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-06 09:04 pm
*evil cackle*
So... Marx shared his power of not-getting-drunk with Votania. She drank a LOT, and failed to get drunk. I did get a little tipsy (having not had anything to drink). She was not particularly happy.
I gathered all the tipsiness within me together. I can sing beautifully sometimes. "Floating, falling, sweet intoxication; touch me, trust me, savor each sensation; let the dream begin: let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write: the power of the music of the night. " I then put my hands upon her forehead.
She got drunk, all right.
I made her some of the almond amaretto vanilla coke, and she shared with Marx. He got drunk. He's never been able to get drunk before. She's evidently shared some of her powers.
They both got silly. Nephew got a little concerned. I, being the sober one, reassured him that they were just being silly, it was what they had been drinking that was making them silly, and only grown-ups were allowed to drink things with alcohol in, just to make sure they would know how to not get too too silly. Reassured him that they would both be acting normally in about an hour.
Nephew's going to get a sleepover on the couch tonight, as the silly grown-ups will need space to themselves.
Votania took the last of Marx's buzz, as someone needed to go get the laundry out of the dryer. But she gave it back, and now they're both drunk again.
I love nights in with the witches.
I gathered all the tipsiness within me together. I can sing beautifully sometimes. "Floating, falling, sweet intoxication; touch me, trust me, savor each sensation; let the dream begin: let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write: the power of the music of the night. " I then put my hands upon her forehead.
She got drunk, all right.
I made her some of the almond amaretto vanilla coke, and she shared with Marx. He got drunk. He's never been able to get drunk before. She's evidently shared some of her powers.
They both got silly. Nephew got a little concerned. I, being the sober one, reassured him that they were just being silly, it was what they had been drinking that was making them silly, and only grown-ups were allowed to drink things with alcohol in, just to make sure they would know how to not get too too silly. Reassured him that they would both be acting normally in about an hour.
Nephew's going to get a sleepover on the couch tonight, as the silly grown-ups will need space to themselves.
Votania took the last of Marx's buzz, as someone needed to go get the laundry out of the dryer. But she gave it back, and now they're both drunk again.
I love nights in with the witches.
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