Roleplay your character drunk

[Isabelle]

 [Today 08:06 pm] Cirno : Isabelle you should do a Drunk omniverse
 [Today 08:06 pm] Isabelle : Drunk Omniverse?
 [Today 08:06 pm] Cirno : Everyone is drunk

pour me anotha shot bartender

*hic* the mayor left me for a pokemon game

wha- *hic* wha does pikashit got dat eyyy don got, ya know?

[Handsome Jack]

Cell walks in. Nothing is different, except he's drunk everyone.

What?!

[Gamzee Makara]

Ehehehehehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh





*hic*





ehhehehehehehehehehehehehheheheh-

(you can see about how well this would go)

[Illidan Stormrage]

@Cell: Pfft, you call that a tail?

*demon transformation*

This is a ... wait, where's my tail?

[Isabelle]

*wanders towards Illidan*

Hey, good lookin' *hic*

Ever held a public office position?

Lets hed ovar to the town hall, I could show ya a few.

[Corporal Light]

NICOOOOOOOLE

WHY DID YOU LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Isaac proceeds to sob in the corner.

[Cirno]

*after drinking her second bottle of sake*

EYE A-Am the strongest?!  WOOOO!

*falls out of there chair onto the floor*

[Kelly MacAryn]

Kelly sits in the corner by himself with three empty bottles of hard apple cider on the table in front of him, and half a bottle of speyside single-malt scotch sitting next to an glass. He's turning his head back and forth with sudden, jerky motions, looking at the room out of the corner of his eyes as though he's expecting to catch somebody sneaking up on him.

"Didjever ... notice," he slurs, "how your visule latency period increases whenyer drunk? S'facinating."

He veeeeerrrry carefully pours two fingers of scotch into his glass. The table rumbles, and two of the three empties explode. The third pinwheels across the room seemingly of its own accord.

"... well. Thashnot good."

[Gildarts]

Gildarts would walk in through a wall which is something he does when he's sober. Next: kissing a hot woman and suddenly she's in chibi form with hundreds of copies," well... this could get... interesting..."

[Beta Ray Bill]

*Doom sits at a corner of the bar drinking wine from a goblet.*

"No wonder I fail most of the time, I am surrounded by imbeciles."

* proceeds to drink wine.*

[Gildarts]

"And expesssive. Bartender how much is it for 300 chibi drinks?"

[Tearen Wover]

*Tearen stumbles in as an Enigma, points at Doom.*

"Hey DOC. You even a DOCTOR."

*Yanks pants down*

"Diagnose THIS. DOCTOR."

*Gestures heavily at lack of genitalia.*

[Larfleeze]

"Whoah there kiddo, no one under 21 gets in."

"I'm well over a million of your years old, human, I have seen landmarks crumble into dust, remembered only because I wished them to be! Don't dare to presume that you could possibly-"

"Mouthy little thing, aren't ya. Get out of here."

"...Can I just have some juice?"

[Beta Ray Bill]

*Doom slams his goblet down on the bar table.*

"Fool Doom is not that type of Doctor."

[Gildarts]

"Nealphjhhhhhhhh get over here and tell my ladies all about my muscles."

[Dust]

Dust sits at the front of the bar where he can be seen by everyone, empty shot glasses stacked on either side of him. He has been playing games like 'Truth or Drink', 'Drink or Dare' and 'Never Have I Ever' with anyone who invites themselves to do so; talking with anyone who responds to his greetings; and flirting with any female that will give him the time of day but never making serious advances because he thinks he has no chance in hell. "Bartender! A-Another round for the next person who sits in this-" Pausing, he lifts his hand to point to the seat beside him. "This spot."

[Kelly MacAryn]

Kelly is progressively losing control of his telekinesis as he gets more and more intoxicated. His scotch keeps trying to fly away from him as some more responsible part of his clouded, multifaceted mind gets insistent that he's had enough. He starts chasing it around the room.

Speyside is, after all, damn good scotch.

[Clownpiece]

Why're you guysss stumblin' all over? This ain't even
*hic* hehehe
strong. I've had s-stronger, IN HELL.
*almost falls off chair*

[Tearen Wover]

"Fool Doom once, shame on...Doom. Fool me twice, Doom on..."

*looks slowly over at Gildarts.*

"THAT GUY..."

*long pause*

"THAAT. GUYY. HASS MORE MUSCLES. THAN A FUGGIN WHARF."

*Little to no reaction.*

"It's a GODDAMN MOLLUSK JOKE. GET A BRAIN YOU FUCKING MORTAL TRASH HEADS."

*grumbles to self and vindictively sips some foul, smoking concoction*

"...fuckin mortals and their lame ass...can't even make a..."

*randomly starts shouting at Doom again*

"YOU KNOW HOW LONG ITS BEEN SINCE I HAD A DICK?!"

*Stands on chair*

"HEY WHO WANTS TO MAKE A QUICK FUC–...QUICK BUCK."

[Beta Ray Bill]

*Doom jumps out his seat his footing very sluggish and points at Neal.*

"Doom dose not care about your pity needs, they are below a true god."