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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 17:48:19 GMT -5
*Vianne went over to the coffin and plucked the pipe out of Erik's limp grasp.*
"STILL? I thought this was over years ago..." *she said with soft chiding, knowing he wouldn't understand her.*
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Post by Magda on Jul 24, 2007 17:49:40 GMT -5
**AS MEGAN**
"You mean he's done this before?"
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 17:51:42 GMT -5
((I think there should be a general pickle rule attached to drug!Erik))
"What are years?" *Erik said vaguely.* "Years and tears and beers and deers, it's all one. Half dozen the other. I'll tell you what," *he said, half-rising,* "this ratcatcher nonsense has to stop. I am not flamey."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 17:52:02 GMT -5
*Vianne rubbed her forehead.*
"Years ago...Don't you move!"
*She pushed down on Erik's shoulder to stop him from standing. The smoke was giving her a headache, but she sighed and turned to Megan.*
"If you'd like to go back to bed, I'll deal with him. I wasn't sleeping, anyway."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 17:54:26 GMT -5
*Erik looked up at her with limpid eyes.*
"But you won't stuff me and mount me on the wall, will you? No, not for your gallery. Have a smoke?"
*He tried to offer her the pipe which she had already taken.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 24, 2007 17:57:02 GMT -5
"He's lost it," said Megan, oddly fascinated by the whole thing.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 18:01:17 GMT -5
"Yes, yes he has," *said Vianne exasperatedly.*
"Thank you, no," *she said firmly to Erik.* "You need to sobre up."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 24, 2007 18:01:59 GMT -5
"It looks kind of fun, actually..." said Megan.
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 18:03:52 GMT -5
"Not drunk," *Erik said logically.* "Only drunk if I'm a glass of water, and we both know that's a filthy LIE!"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 18:04:22 GMT -5
*Vianne shot Megan a deathglare.*
"It will ruin your life, too. Please try not to encourage him!"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 24, 2007 18:05:05 GMT -5
Megan looked at Giry.
"Gotta admit, he's more fun this way."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 18:08:51 GMT -5
*Vianne grimaced.*
"It's deplorable. A grown man..."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 24, 2007 18:11:04 GMT -5
"I hate to shoot a hole in your argument, but I've never seen any little kids doing this..."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 18:12:25 GMT -5
"I mean he should know better!" *she cried with exasperation, smacking Erik's wrist as he reached for the pipe she was still holding.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 18:13:04 GMT -5
*Erik lolled happily against his coffin.*
"S'right. Grown and prettified. Veritable Adonis, am I. Is me. Should I sing for you, Madame? Christine was a songbird, you know. Before I let her go. Pretty little thing. Delicate wings, you must watch out for that. But she ate like a horse."
*Erik grabbed the pipe, fell off the raised platform his coffin was set on, and instead of pulling smoke blew bubbles into the water pipe.*
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