He's high on life. He's snorting the experience. Or something.
"You are quite right, my dear Brother," he says. "It would most definitely be rude not to share. If you're sober by the end of the evening, you've lost. That goes for everybody except Harley, since she can't get drunk. And maybe Peter; he's a bit young for it."
Loki attempts to lean against the nearby wall, misjudges the distance and crashes into it with a sound of mild surprise before righting himself. "You ought to try a little of everything there is to drink, though. I should have had someone bring mead, but there's some quite decent wine, some ale, and my little roommate's moonshine."
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Date: 2018-11-23 02:38 am (UTC)"You are quite right, my dear Brother," he says. "It would most definitely be rude not to share. If you're sober by the end of the evening, you've lost. That goes for everybody except Harley, since she can't get drunk. And maybe Peter; he's a bit young for it."
Loki attempts to lean against the nearby wall, misjudges the distance and crashes into it with a sound of mild surprise before righting himself. "You ought to try a little of everything there is to drink, though. I should have had someone bring mead, but there's some quite decent wine, some ale, and my little roommate's moonshine."