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gamblerscasino[OP]
07.03.2025 07:04
LinkCare for a drink?
gamblerscasino[OP]
07.03.2025 07:05
Link> im so tired today has been a long day i should open a bottl
gamblerscasino[OP]
07.03.2025 07:53
Link> i made a few responses and started some stuff but i will have to return tomorrow because i am actually like. SO TIRED and i think it might be easier to put it here rather than go through individually
> im projecting my drunkenness into drunk chance /j
Ah, what size glass d’ya want? I’ve got a really big one, a small one, and uh…
…looking again, they might all be the same.
Just uh… maybe one or two entire bottles…?
* He leaned down, picking up and shaking one empty bottle to exemplify his point for a moment before standing straight back up.
* He smiled warmly, uncorking a new bottle and fancifully poured the wine into Mafioso’s glass with a twirl before pouring the same amount into his own glass, significantly without as much flashiness.
I’m not a lightweight, I’ll last another bottle!
Hey, I totally know my own limits! I’m barely feeling anything right now anyway!
* He taps his glass against the table to accentuate his point, before taking a long drink himself, tilting his head back slightly as he smirks.
I’ll make sure you eat those words.
* He took the other’s drink as a challenge, chugging what was left of his glass before pouring a bit more for himself, offering the bottle to Mafioso afterwards.
How long do you think you’ll last?
* A sly smirk spread across his face as he watched the other, chuckling as he reached to take a swig for himself, ignoring the sting it sent down his throat as he kept an eye on Mafioso.
I don’t have a clue what you’ll regret! What could go wrong with having a little fun…?
* He paused, smirk disappearing for only a millisecond before he let out a laugh, leaning back in his chair to speak.
Just eh, got reminded of a few things, yada yada whatever and wanted to forget myself for a night! I mean, it’ll be more fun with you here!
* He reached out a hand, placing a slightly-rougher-than-intended pat on Mafioso’s head, humming.
‘M surprised! I mean, I won’t make ya stay, but I did want to try and see how well I can handle myself if I tried more than usual…
Wha- Hey, that’s not what I mean and you know it! I’m sure it won’t even be that bad!
* He pulled back his hand and crossed his arms across his chest, pouting almost like a child, before slightly shrinking defeatedly.
…it would be nice if you did help if something does happen.. But nothing will!
What, like you wouldn’t have stayed around anyway, dear?
* He snapped back, smiling as he took the bottle graciously before drinking quite literally all that was left in it—reaching for another bottle almost directly afterwards, except he misses the grab twice due to uncoordination before actually wrapping his fingers around the drink.
Care for another?
> ELTS GO LIQUID COURAGE imSO GLAD YOU PICKED UP ON IT also my wifi is so spotty in this car im dying
Pshh, I bet I can drink a whole gallon like this!
* His face was red, albeit not exactly from embarrassment or anything but from the fact his face was unreasonably warm. He fiddled with the cork of the bottle he held, his hands not quite capable of opening it as he sighs miserably, looking over at Mafioso obliviously.
…Mind helping me out?
Would you really mind though, sweetums?
* He snatched the bottle, taking a smaller drink than before as he placed the bottle on the table with a thunk.
Surely ‘s not too bad..
* He leaned his arms against the table as well, burying his face into them with a hum.
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Aha, I don’t remember that happenin last time!…
* He turned to face Mafioso, his head still resting against his arms as he grinned mischievously.
What, I’ve wanted to call you that all the time! Sober or not! The alcohol hasn’t changed nothin..
Wha- This is basic, bland Chance! You’re always callin me names anyway.. Why not reciprocate, eh?
* He sat up as he spoke, leaning closely towards Mafioso as he swayed slightly, keeping his signature smile.
* He leaned closer to Mafioso, foregoing his support as he chuckled, placing a hand on Mafioso’s shoulder.
I mean, aint ya face a bit pink?
* He closed his eyes as he continued to chuckle, reaching his hand up to gently hold onto Mafioso’s hand on his chin, also leaning into it making a sound almost like a purr as he spoke.
What, when you’re the one getting teased..?
* He gently rubbed his thumb against the arm he already had his hand on, before reaching to place it against Mafioso’s cheek with a small smile. He slurred a few words as he spoke, clearly starting to slouch a bit more than before
You’re adorable whenever you’re embarrassed..
Ok, ok! I woon’t..
* He abruptly broke contact, sitting up in his chair as he raised both his arms up behind his head, leaning back again.
Some food would be really nice right about no-
* He’d clearly sat up with too much force as he toppled off his chair and onto the ground with a girlish scream
* He accepted Mafioso’s help to stand as graciously as someone in his state could, struggling to keep his balance as he fixed his sunglass’ position on his face with an exaggerated frown
Well, I didn’t mean to fall!…
* He leaned against him gratefully, letting out a disgruntled noise as he messed with his hair and sighed.
..Would ya carry me?
* He didn’t resist him as he was scooped up, his body going limp practically on command as he leaned into his chest, clinging to him slightly.
..Hah, you feel so nice..
Could I just- I dunno, stay in your arms..?
* He looked up at him with an almost pleading look, nudging his head against him, as he curled up ever so slightly
// He smirked, tilting his head
I was hoping you'd say that.
// He plopped himself onto the couch, lifting his legs up onto it as he held Chance closer and leaned his head back against the arm-rest as he spoke in a gentler tone now.
I hope this is fine, let me know if you need to get comfortable.
* He let out a contented sigh, settling against him as he gently wrapped one arm around the others neck, pulling himself slightly up as he used his other hand to messily pull off his sunglasses, tossing them onto the floor.
You’re almost TOO comfortable..
* He closed his eyes, smiling warmly
..you don’t mind if I fall asleep here, do you? Not like I won’t still be seeing you in my sleep..
* He buried his face into the crook of his neck below his head, already starting to doze off.
Mm, see you.
* He mumbled, a quiet purr escaping his throat as he drifted off.
Awesome! Just uh… pick a brand! Any brand, I’ve got a lot!…
* He swirled his own glass, boasting an array of bottles.
> i forgot to commentHHRLO ALZURE JIMPSCARE
I do not mind any, do surprise me!
[ Resting their face on his hand. Other hand drumming on the table. ]
* He took a moment, tapping his chin in contemplation before grabbing a glass and uncorking one of the taller bottles, pouring it neatly in the cup before sliding it across the table towards Azure.
This is one of the sweeter ones! Dunno what taste ya prefer, but I do like some sweetness!
I do enjoy some sweetness in my drinks, thank you.
[ Grinning, taking the glass up to their lips, taking a light sip. ]
* He grinned, shooting him two finger guns accompanied with clicking sounds as he took a sip from his own glass, chugging what was left within.
Glad to hear that!…Just wonderin, how’s your tolerance?
Very high. But, I usually hold back on drinking... I happen to be a bit.. Destructive.
[ Grinning nervously... Rubbing the back of his head. ]
Ah, I see… Can’t say I can relate, but don’t worry about that! Just let me know how much ya want, since I’ll definitely be drinkin a lot…
* He took the bottle he’d poured for Azure previously to pour it into his own glass aswell, taking another sip with a grin.
I'll let you know.
[ Chugging down the rest of his liquor, placing the glass back onto the table, awaiting another refill. ]
* He pulled the glass back to himself, refilling enough to nearly reach the rim of the cup before sliding it back, giving him a thumbs up in response.
‘Course, might even make a meal or two to help with takin it down… Nothing that involves the stove, though!
Awesome! Always nice to relax with another person around! You a red or white wine person?
Ha! Yeah, it sure is!! And Uhh.. either or really, don’t matter to me much..
…Hm, maybe a bit of red just to start everything off!
* He opened a bottle with a red cap, grabbing a glass from a cabinet to pour it in as he handed Elliot the cup.
*he hummed with a nod, carefully taking the cup in his hand. He had never really been a wine guy, but he wasn’t one to complain! A drink was a drink after all.*
Sounds like a plan then!
Hopefully you can handle a lot!
* He sipped from his glass, pausing before pulling out a lemon slice from seemingly nowhere to place on the edge of his glass.
Glad to be throwin my inhibitions away for the time-being!
I can handle it! What harm can a couple of drinks do?
*he hummed, knowing the answer already.. despite that he took a sip of the drink in his hands. His face contorted into a confused kinda look, which considering that elliot rarely drinks, let alone drink wine.. it made sense. The taste was quite nice though once he got used to it, sipping again.*
Yeah you could definitely say that again..!
It’ll be great! Say, you ever try drunk karaoke?
* He stood up, stretching his arms and legs as if preparing for a run, patting down his suit, which had quite literally nothing on it.
I definitely haven’t!
Can’t say I have no..
*he sighed a little, taking another sip and lifting a brow at him. Giving him a look that just said ‘uh huh…’, cause he totally, 100% believed that.*
Is that an offer to try it?
*he snickered, placing his glass on the table and shifting around*
* He grinned, gesturing to the living room as he tipped his hat slightly
Hah, maybe!
* Sparing not a moment more, he broke into a run towards the room.
Mhm… I- wha-
*he was caught off guard by the sudden sprint, deciding what the hell.. and following. He hadn’t had too much in his system to be anything other than just the slightest bit tipsy. He had an excited grin on his face though, it was nice to have a bit of.. freedom? Free time? Whatever this was.*
I don’t think the run was necessary- what is this, a race? Pff-
Was totally necessary! What, you of all people should know its great to burn energy!
* He stumbled as he stopped in the living room, nearly falling forward, though quickly reached for the remote as he clicked around to find videos.
Well, whaddya wanna start with? Maybe a Barbie song?
((Are they gonna be barbie girls in a barbie world?
Alright- alright yeah that's fair..
*he cleared his throat, watching as the man stumbled and reached for the remote, walking to lean on the couch tapping his foot on the ground.*
Sure, I dont know a lot of barbie songs though.. probably also might want a few more drinks in me as well.. after all its called 'drunk' karaoke for a reason haha!!
> yes. /hj
Might as well just binge something else before then, eh?
* He clicked onto a video labelled ‘cats for 10 hours’ before quickly placing the remote down and running back into the kitchen, taking a moment to return with two bottles, offering one to Elliot.
…Forgot to get glasses, but d’ya want one?
((THEY R BARBIE GIRLS IN A BARBIE WORLD..... quick put them in dresses /j
*unfortunately, elliots attention was grabbed by the 10 hour long cat video.. he watched it with great interest, chance leaving went unnoticed. He only averted his gaze when chance spoke again, blinking. Snickering as a horrible idea that came into his head.*
What if... snrk-
*he had to pause to laugh just a bit, sitting up*
What if we see who can.. drink the bottle the fastest- such a stupid idea I know-
> quick chance pulls out the pretty princess robe TRUST /j
* He beamed with a grin, quickly opening his bottle without another moment’s notice.
I’m up for it if you are! You’re goin against an experienced professional here!
((HELPMEEE
I wouldnt have given the idea if I wasnt!! A professional.... drinker? I think that's just called an alcoholic...
*he half joked, taking the bottle that was offered to him and opening it with only the slightest struggle. He wondered if hed be able to do this.. I mean hes chugged an entire cold sprite before.. on multiple occasions! He did get really sick afterwards though.. naw, hed be fine. He could do it.*
> A SPRITE DOES NOT COMPARE TO WINE goodluck elliot! goodluck! i wish you well!
Tomatoe tomato, whatever! It’ll be fine! We can start on your count though, since I wouldn’t want to rush ya…
* He tilted his bottle up, readying it as he watched the other carefully.
((OKAY BUT LIKR CHUGGING AN ENTIRE *COLD* SPRITE........... its hell
Mhm.. alright, three- two-.... GO!!
*he suddenly said, tilting his head back and putting the bottle to his lips, starting on emptying his bottle. He was definitely going to regret this later..*
* He scrambled for a second at the start, but got to work tilting his head and the bottle back almost vertical, drinking like his life depended on it as he ignored the stinging sensation searing its way down his throat. He didn’t want to think of how he’d feel soon.
> who should..win
((Do we flip a coin......... heads ellipt tails chance.....
*the burn did nothing to elliot, what really affected him, instead was the taste... and the almost immediate effect the chugging had on him. He felt his head get dizzy just a little bit. He continued regardless though, determined to either win, call it a tie, or get a really close call.*
> i flipped a quarter in real life and it rolled under a chair where i cant reach it anymore. what does that mean
> trust they both win but lose in the way they did both just drink entire bottles and will have to face the repercussions
> BEST OUTCOME TRUST
* He chugs, closing his eyes to focus as he held the bottle with both hands, feeling it’s weight lighten with every swallow, until it finished completely. He slammed the bottle down onto the table, finishing as he glanced over to Elliot.
((REAL!
*Elliot had slammed down the bottle at the exact same time chance had, and when he had glanced over to him.. elliot was.. trying to keep his balance. His cheeks had a dusting of pink on them, a definite sign that the alchohol was affecting him. He slurred out something incomprehensible; but it was probably something along the lines of '****ing christ that was a lot.'*
Wha… couldn’t handle jus one bottl’? Jeez, it wasn’t THAAT much!-
* He chuckled in his drunken stupor, swaying before falling back on the couch with a thud accompanied by a small yelp.
*he was going to reply, but instead burst into laughter at seeing the other fall. This caused him to lose his balance and fall, ass first on the floor.*
Haha! Ssays you?? Falling... falling like that! I could sooooooooooooooooooooooooo... down another..
BWA-HA! You can’t say that as YOU fall!.. I bet you’d just.. PASS OUT after another sip! I, on the other hand, could down TWO more!
* He heaved a laugh, sitting up quickly on the couch to look at Elliot’s state after falling, not caring as his sunglasses began to slide off with the force of the movement as he continued to sway.
You wanna bettttt??
*he asked teasingly, challenging him. A grin on his face while he carefully stood up and put his hands on his hips, only with minor wobbles.*
And.. and then we can try some... some of that- that uh.. karaoke!!
Hell yeah, I bet..
* He stood as well, wobbling before steadying himself by placing a hand against the couch. He didn’t wait to stay steady for long though, running to the kitchen where the shatter of glass could be heard, with Chance immediately reappearing in the room with a clear stain on his shirt.
..aalright, so I miight’ve dropped a bottle, and I don’t think I should be carrying anymore… about that karaoke though?
*once the crash entered his ears, he sobered up just a little, concerned as he started walking over to where the sound was... almost falling over a couple times. He stopped once he saw chance emerge, sighing in relief and his smile returning.*
Hm.. yeah! Let's do it.
* He stumbled back over to the couch, letting out a chuckle as he clicked through the remote to turn on the video ‘Barbie World Karaoke,’ glancing over to the other as the instrumental started.
Weelll… you wanna sing first, or me?
Hm.. why not... you start us off, hm?
*he offered, needing a moment as the room had begun to spin, so he wandered to the couch and sat down himself. A small puff of air leaving him as he made contact with the cusion. That's better..*
* He grinned, not sparing a moment before singing with his chest—horribly. He sang off-tune and drew out sounds that didn’t need to be drawn out, but he was definitely without a doubt a barbie girl in a barbie world. As the song finished, he looked over to Elliot on the couch with a grin, tossing the remote at him.
Great, right? Now yooou’ve gotta pick a song!
*elliot was on the verge of tears with his laughter. Listening to him sing was… so beautiful. Especially with the song voice, absolutely immaculate really. He wish he would’ve thought to record it to have it saved.. that thought was immediately interrupted though as the remote was tossed at him, flinching as it hit his chest and fell into his lap. It didn’t hurt at all, yet he still said ‘ow??’*
Hmph- you did great, I’d listen to that alllllll over again… totally- hmm,,
*he picked up the remote from his lap and thought.. what song did he want to play.. oh! Maybe lonely day? Or.. no, no.. chop suey? It was one of his favorites… Yeah, yeah that works! He put the song on, standing up as the instrumental began, about to sing his little heart out with this one.*
*and so it began, despite being more than just a bit tipsy; he sung.. and it was rather decent, only a few worse were slurred and he was otherwise mostly comprehensible. Even deciding to do little air guitar movements with his hand at some parts.*
