Roleplay your character drunk

[Kelly MacAryn]

Kelly stops chasing his whiskey. It idles nearby, hovering unsteadily in the air as though suspicious of his motives. He looks at Doom. Looks at Neal. Looks back at Doom. Glances at Gildarts - then points at Nealapph. He starts to say something - but his bottle of extremely fine scotch chooses that moment to smash itself on Doom's shiny metal forehead.

".... ah god dammit. Well, dicklessh monolith. Shcrew currency. Get me more Speyside an' maybe we'll talk. "

He starts to sputter and chuckle at the fact that he's discussing SPAYside with a thing that's upset about the state (or lack thereof) of its genitalia.

[Beta Ray Bill]

" Curses! You have all invoinvoked the wrath of DOCTOR DOOM!." 

*Doom trips over one of his metal feet firing a bolt of electricity into the roof.*

[Gildarts]

"Youuuus know it's weird when you're a guy who lovess women but you're also written asssss by a lady...."

*chibis surrounding Gildartts are stroking his hair and sitting on his shoulders while others a sipping beer from shot glasses*

"SEE! NEALAPHH thinkz I haff the best muscles!!!!"

*pounds fist on the bar and it falls into cubes directly in front of him. Tipsy Gil reaches for his drink and miraculously snags it*

"Ladies was thaaat a save or was that a save?"

[The Vision]

"Negative. I have a synthetic potato - nyaaa - and can purge all sources of inapropro within EXPLETIVE REDACTED microseconds."

The Vision, at this particular moment, was sideways and halfway through the floor.

"You, on the other hand, blueberry to be very drunk. You have inserted a wall inside me."

-WARNING-
Logic engines severely damaged
Initiating emergency shutdown...

"Query: why is everything going black-"

The Vision fell completely through the floor, vanishing completely before landing on the floor below with a heavy "THUMP".

[Desman Black]

Desman walks in the room before sculling down all of A full strength wine bottle and seems completely fine afterwards, even doing the most complicated dance is existence perfectly.

'I guess robots can't get drunk...'

[Weiss Schnee]

A hiccouphing. teary-eyed weiss sits in the corner, nursing a drink.

"I'm just... I' m just so saa-ha-haaaad!"

[Desman Black]

Desman tries to at least feel drunk by spinning around 30 time s on the spot.

"Dammit, forgot that only works cause of the human's innards, which I don't have."

[Hiro Protagonist]

Hiro has taken off his shirt by this point and is wandering around flexing. "Hey. He. Whooo....want'sh to sheee me slice a tomato into cubesh in midair? I can totally do it." He takes another drink out of a bottle of Hennessey and stumbles into a seat next to Weiss.

"Dun be sho shad, I'm the greatesht shordshman in the...the...the place we live. I'll fight the shtuff makin' you shad...after another drink."

[Tearen Wover]

"ayyyy AYYYY AYYYY!"

*Tearen stands up then sits back down immediately.*

"HIRO. That gurl is liek twelve!"

"I'm Sixteeeennn!" Weiss whines. Hiro seems to mull this over.

"C'mon dude liek..." Tearen said, hoisting his pants up, "...don't be a creep, liek, don't be a statue rapist c'mon."

[Desman Black]

Desman buries his head into hiro's manly chest.

"Wh-What with me." The robot mumbled, muffled to near silence by the hacker pectorals. "I'm still a virgin, I've never been drunk, a-and now, thanks to this stupid robot body, I'll always be that way. I wish that I was in my human body, if only for a day."

A bright almost blinding light appears from the... ceiling? 

"Your wish will now be granted."

Before Des knew it, his body was transforming, changing shape into a... red-head naked man? Oh well, the embarrassment of public indecency would wear off once he chugged a few drinks done andyway.

"Let's get Smashed." Des sculls down all of A full strength wine bottle.. before immediately dying of alcohol poisoning.

~~~7 days later at the fountain of infinity~~~
Des wakes back up in his robot form.

"GOD DAMMIT, OMNI!!!"

[Hiro Protagonist]

Hiro blinks and turns away from Weiss before his personal space is invaded by a robot.

"Nuhh...the Tags don' roll that way, robodouche." Hiro slurs, before wandering towards the bar again. "Ish thish goddamn reality filled with nothing but underage girlsh and furriesh? I can't get a date here with anyone that wouldn't land me in jail!"

[Oleander]

*There is a drunken swordsman on the floor.*

[Skeletor]

A cloaked man sits at a table getting increasingly frustrated as drink after drink pours out of his floating skull and onto his chest.


"These accursed goblets!" Skeletor practically shouts as he reaches for another. the result is only the same. "This one as well!"


"SOMEONE had better get me a WORKING drink around here!" the sorcerer calls out, glaring around at the rest of the room.