Candys Are Dandy But Liquor is Quicker (3/3)

Writers: Erin Smith, Rochelle
Date Posted: 15th August 2006

Characters: Vir'en, D'rue
Description: Virnoren and Daiirue talk about Candidacy, and Drink away their sorrows.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 13 of Turn 3

Daiirue laughed. "You're worried about your tunic, and not your pants? Why not take them both off -or have you got something to hide?" He grinned at Virnoren, the day slipping away behind the alchoholic fuzz in his brain.
Something niggled at him for a moment, a half forgotten memory involving how much was too much wine, but he took another sip from his glass and the feeling vanished. "Shards, the rain is cold!" He exclaimed stepping out from under the overhang. "Feels almost as good as the wine." He laughed.
"Hold this. I'll show you." He thrust his glass at the other candidate and began peeling off his shirt and tunic.

Not one to be outdone, Virnoren quickly cast his trousers aside.
Being Weyrbred, he really had very little in the way of modesty, especially concerning nudity. Virnoren finished another glass, and cast an envious gaze upon Daiirue's still half full glass. "Duh..
Day... Daiiruuuuuuue..." He slurred drunkenly. "Yer behind!" He blinked at the other candidate's behind, which was suddenly in his face. "Nononono... not THAT behind... ya need ta drink more!"

Daiirue laughed, having just suceeded in removing his pants. "I'm not...
not... behind." He said slowly, holding his chin high. "I... know when to sh..shtop. Youhadtomuch." He finished quickly. The rain was getting heavier now, and he lurched carefully over to his glass. He sat under the overhang, hiccupped, looked at himself, and finished the glass before grabbing the wine skin. "Shar... I can't believe I'm doing this." He exclaimed as he stood again, waving the skin by the neck. "You weyr...
people are morally... morally corupted. Now you've corrupshted me."

Virnoren pointed a shaky finger at Daiirue. "Now don chu be blamin' your inabblity to speak'n us Weyrfook." He gestured grandly, nearly knocking himself over. "Obviously, it's the Vit.. Vinnn... WINE MAKERS fault!" He took a defiant swig directly from the wineskin, passing it to Daiirue, and slugging him on the back roughly. "C'mon boy. Drink up! Let th' corrupshion course through ya!"

Daiirue nodded sagely. "Wine makersh fault." He agreed, taking a swig from the skin. The rain felt good on his bare skin, and he threw his head back, watching the rain fall from the sky. After trying to catch some rain on his tongue, he took another swig from the wineskin. He frowned. "Almost gone. They neev shta maken a bigger winshkin." He muttered thrusting the skin at Virnoren.

Virnoren frowned down at the wineskin. "Shardit! I'mstil thirssy!!"
He stated, getting quite annoyed as he took another swig, tossing the empty skin aside. He felt his legs for a second, and then realized he had no pants on. He searched through his pants, procured a flask and took a deep swig of that. "Thisstuf' is bedder thin WINE!" He slurred, taking a deep gulp off of the flash. When he was sober, the liquid burned like fire down his throat but he barely felt it. "Here!
Havva bidda thisgh!" He exclaimed loudly, handing the flask over to Daiirue. Metal flasks were expensive, and reserve for only the best liquors.

Daiirue's eyes widened as the liquid burned down his throat, and he nearly choked. "Sharf! Fith if sronger thin yer wine!" He exclaimed. His legs wobbled underneath him, and he unsteadily sat, shoving the flask back at Virnoren. A vague idea floated through his brain, and he considered it for a moment before carefully announcing. "I thfink I am drunk."

Virnoren giggled maniacally. "Me toooooo." He stated. He stood up, his legs feeling very weak beneath him, "Oh.... I shuld si' dow'." He slurred drunkenly. But rather than sitting down, Virnoren fell into a drunken heap at Daiirue's feet and began snoring loudly.

Daiirue frowned vaguely at him, and spotted the flask in Vornoren's other hand. He was already drunk, he decided slowly, and another drink couldn't hurt him. Reasonably certain his wobbly legs wouldn't support him, especially in the slippery rain, he started crawling toward the flask. He didn't quite make it. Halfway there it became too much effort, and he passed out beside Virnoren on the rain soaked stone.

Last updated on the August 15th 2006

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