[Too bad she can't see that image, Zack because hey, it's not that far off!]
Defes. Defenes. [No, no not defenestrate. Wrong word, Irene. Forces the damn word out slowly.] Def..en..sive types. Regrow faster. I'm not [Why is that word so much trouble right now?] ...that type.
You have no idea.
[Arms ARE important. This is a very good point. She thinks on this for a bit before taking another drink and making a muffled-by-bottle noise of approval.]
[LMAO ZACK. THAT SHIP HAS SAILED AND I THINK IT'S SINKING DUE TO SHEER WEIGHT OF THE BARRELS OF FAIL!COHOL ON BOARD]
You don't want to see me naked. [No, really. You don't. Unless you have a thing for nauseatingly scarred flesh?]
[It's a moment of drunken bonding! It's not the usual for Irene either, but it's about Priscilla. She can afford to be sappy. Have a sappy sigh, why don't you?]
I do, too. Very much.
[Well good. It is not good to be around people you don't like when you're drunk, right? Right.]
Thankyou. [drink] We like each other.
[...aaaand now she's extra curious.]
Who would you pick for her?
[...]
Keeping these arms. Likethemverymuch. Buckles are easier with two. [Speaking of buckles, they are kind of entrancing. And shiny. And on the floor. Maybe she should be on the floor with them? Yes. Moving to the floor now. There's an audible 'thump' as she just lets herself slide out of the chair.]
Floor's cold.
[Wait. Date. Auction? Money for the good of all? Totally missed the part where it's about her, yes.]
Great idea. 's there a starting bid?
[Because it must be happening right NOW. And she is missing it.]
[She's still a few drinks away from asking. But give her time, if she's not too inebriated to form words, that is. Because she can take that secret to the grave.]
[She's laughing. That may have been a snort. ALSO I DIED AT BEER PITY. IDEK.]
You're drinking beer? That's the problem, then! Ha!
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:47 pm (UTC)Defes. Defenes. [No, no not defenestrate. Wrong word, Irene. Forces the damn word out slowly.] Def..en..sive types. Regrow faster. I'm not [Why is that word so much trouble right now?] ...that type.
You have no idea.
[Arms ARE important. This is a very good point. She thinks on this for a bit before taking another drink and making a muffled-by-bottle noise of approval.]
[LMAO ZACK. THAT SHIP HAS SAILED AND I THINK IT'S SINKING DUE TO SHEER WEIGHT OF THE BARRELS OF FAIL!COHOL ON BOARD]
You don't want to see me naked. [No, really. You don't. Unless you have a thing for nauseatingly scarred flesh?]
[It's a moment of drunken bonding! It's not the usual for Irene either, but it's about Priscilla. She can afford to be sappy. Have a sappy sigh, why don't you?]
I do, too. Very much.
[Well good. It is not good to be around people you don't like when you're drunk, right? Right.]
Thankyou. [drink] We like each other.
[...aaaand now she's extra curious.]
Who would you pick for her?
[...]
Keeping these arms. Likethemverymuch. Buckles are easier with two.
[Speaking of buckles, they are kind of entrancing. And shiny. And on the floor. Maybe she should be on the floor with them? Yes. Moving to the floor now. There's an audible 'thump' as she just lets herself slide out of the chair.]
Floor's cold.
[Wait. Date. Auction? Money for the good of all? Totally missed the part where it's about her, yes.]
Great idea. 's there a starting bid?
[Because it must be happening right NOW. And she is missing it.]
[She's still a few drinks away from asking. But give her time, if she's not too inebriated to form words, that is. Because she can take that secret to the grave.]
[She's laughing. That may have been a snort. ALSO I DIED AT BEER PITY. IDEK.]
You're drinking beer? That's the problem, then! Ha!