03-16-2008, 08:05 PM
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It was only his second drink and, as the other male took his turn tossing the cork, it began to set in. He felt almost..fuzzy..like someone was stuffing cotton into his head through his ears. His head shifted one way and then another, though it was a very vague movement, and after only a moment a wide grin fell across his lips. It was a good feeling, what little of it that had settled in thus far, and he'd grown leaps and bounds more comfortable. Ears jumped suddenly at the words spoken, nodding his head in some semblance of understanding as he reached for the cork. Holding lightly, he stepped back just a bit, simply tossing it out into the air. The cork missed the glass by what seemed like miles, bouncing away and rolling across the floor. Jasper, only just catching the action with his eyes, leaned forward and burst into sudden laughter. He shuffled forward, past the bottle that would soon be meeting him and toward the cork. He leaned over, stumbled for a moment, and finally picked it up. With it in tow he continued back toward the bottle, which he immediately grabbed and took a swig of while passing the cork off to the raven colored stranger. He replaced the bottle with a thunk, stepping back. "Stuffs purtty good, actually." He commented suddenly, reaching over to grab hold of the bar. |