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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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"She's drunk." He said

"nnnNOO! YOURR NOT MAH MOM! MY MOM FUGGIN DEAD. DEAD AS SHIET. dead shit… hic"
Without access to her powers or abilities, it seems that any resistance she had to toxins of any kind are deactivated. Meaning one mouthful was all she needed to get absolutely hammered. She starts mumbling to herself. "Ffffugginnnnever git- get- git aaauuh… fuggin, ahhh, im never getinnnnSHIT." She holds the bottle under her chin and hugs it tightly while continuing to mumble.

"Come on dear, let's get you seated…" He said, sitting her down

"Well, This isn't exactly what I hoped what would happen but it is extremely interesting, Unfortunately I have no knowledge of how to cleanse alcohol from ones system. Hmmm".

"just wait it out…" He said

"maaaaaan…" She looks down to the floor with a focused and stressed look in her eyes. She stares intently at her foot and starts scowling.
"'You owe me…'
OWE YOU WHAT!?" She takes the bottle and throws it to the ground. It shatters as glass and wine scatter across the floor. "I 'ONT OWE YOU SHIT! WHAT THE FUGCK COULD I GI' YOU THAZ YOU DINT TAKE! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! MY MOM! MY SISTER! MY HUSBANDS! MY -" Her breath hitches and chokes on her words as she slurs her speech. She stumbles around and tries to find her balance only to slip on the wine and slam herself on the ground. She groans in pain with a throbbing head, and continues listing random things. "m-my skin… mah bones…. n' m' heeead… brain… teef… orgzzzzz… zzz… zzz…"
All there is now is the sound of her snores and the creaking room.

"the fact that Hel 'Owes' Hex is interesting" muses Azgoroth taking down a few more notes in his large book "As far as I've seen Hex wouldn't do, well. Anything for her sister, nothing of any real value that is".

Hel curls up into a little ball and snores loudly while she sleeps. She mumbles little things while she sleeps. She tries to lay her head down on something, but finds nothing on the ground to use. In her state, she snatches Azgoroth's book with less time it takes to blink and puts it under her head and promptly goes back to snoring.

"great. Now we gotta deal with a drunk woman!" He said Irishly

"At least she's more calm now, the only problem being she will likely have a hangover when she awakens. That probably won't be fun". Says Azgoroth attempting to retrieve his book but ultimately failing.

Hel feels her make shift pillow being pulled away from her and she yanks it back harder, taking Azgoroth's arm too. Now she has both his book and his arm under her head. She snorts as she adjusts herself and settles herself against the floor with her "pillows" in her drunken slumber.

Azgoroth stares at Vozreal with complete and utter horror on his face. He may be an eldritch elder god of time but there is little one can do against one who is both drunk and sleeping.

He pulled Azgoroth away from Hel

Hel snorts loud and annoyed and begins grabbing wildly for whatever could be taking away her pillows. She props herself up while her hand starts slapping things randomly until it somehow landed on one of Azgoroth's antlers. Her eyes are still closed, but she inhales sharply as she pats his antlers very gently. "Sh-sh-ch-cherry? Iszat you?" She puts both hands on his antlers and smiles fondly through her stupor. "My cherry! When diyou get here? Is lems wichoo?" She touches his face and feels his skull, making her brows furrow. "Hun? Where yer scales?"

He pulls harder

“Hel! I am not ‘Cherry!’” Azgoroth shakes his head softly and attempts to extract Hel from his head.

Hel blearily opens her eyes. "Wha- huh?" She blinks a few more times and sees Azgoroth in her grip. Her hands slowly slip off of his antlers. She looks at him with diluted surprise. "…heh… heheh…. oops, heh… You have his horns…" Her hands carefully return to her sides as she gives him a sad smile. She looks away steadily and sees Vozreal. "Hey… heheh…" She leans her head back and suddenly groans. She puts her palm to her forehead and groans louder. "Ughh my head… eugh."

"Hey, Can I have a sip of that wine?"

Hel sits up, still in a fuzzy haze and starts shouting wildly. "NNNO! Izzz gonna make youffeeel weirrrd. I-I I thought… I thought… a deear was mah huzzzbind and he wadnt, he was a skelly deer. Mine izza durgin nodduh deer. isssgah FUGGIN CATFISHED!!" She flops back down and groans some more. The effects of the wine faze in and out of her mind.