12-03-2009, 04:50 AM
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Thanks to Akumu for the table!
The silver-furred hybrid was all to eager to assist her son in dressing up for the party quickly; they didn't have a terrible lot of time and the night was going by so fast for the drunken hybrid. It had been some time since she'd actually drank, but that was the lovely thing about alcohol—her low tolerance made it easy for the stuff to affect her, and she didn't have to keep chugging all night long, though she still kept her precious bottle close, just in case. The coyote didn't think she'd need anymore, but one never could tell. The pain might return at any second and she'd require another dose of her precious liquor to dull it away again.
When Gabriel was dolled up for the party, they descended the stairs, heading down to join the others. Almost as soon as they were out-of-doors, Gabriel's mood had lifted, and he seemed ready to enjoy the party, shouting to Anselm and grabbing the bottle from the silver-furred woman, who relinquished it immediately, intensely glad she'd been useful to Gabriel in cutting loose. He tossed it to some debris and set ablaze a bonfire which roared up before the hybrid's single yellow eye, flaming into the night and casting a reddish-orange glow on everything. The hybrid stood, wobbly and mesmerized for a long moment by the dancing flame.
A howl rose up, the voice high and tinny with youth. The hybrid's head wavered wildly trying to discern the source, finding Mason still clad in his skull from before. She grinned widely at this and approached closer to the fire, settling down rather roughly to the earth, almost losing her balance halfway through sitting but catching herself in time. Her own call rose up to join Mason's, and it was about the only sound the hybrid woman could make without slurring.
When Gabriel was dolled up for the party, they descended the stairs, heading down to join the others. Almost as soon as they were out-of-doors, Gabriel's mood had lifted, and he seemed ready to enjoy the party, shouting to Anselm and grabbing the bottle from the silver-furred woman, who relinquished it immediately, intensely glad she'd been useful to Gabriel in cutting loose. He tossed it to some debris and set ablaze a bonfire which roared up before the hybrid's single yellow eye, flaming into the night and casting a reddish-orange glow on everything. The hybrid stood, wobbly and mesmerized for a long moment by the dancing flame.
A howl rose up, the voice high and tinny with youth. The hybrid's head wavered wildly trying to discern the source, finding Mason still clad in his skull from before. She grinned widely at this and approached closer to the fire, settling down rather roughly to the earth, almost losing her balance halfway through sitting but catching herself in time. Her own call rose up to join Mason's, and it was about the only sound the hybrid woman could make without slurring.