Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180209185736

(S9/BT/Tirush) "NnnNNNgh...Aayyee shesh that my HUSHBANPGTH ish the BESHT MAN in...in...in the...nngh..."

Tirush wobbles on top of the crate as she lectures whoever is paying attention which is, by this point, quite a few people. However, she's so drunk that she completely forgets she's even holding Thomas, and he slides out of the bottom of her folded wing. Beet red and looking mad as hell, he simply brushes off his clothes and smooths his hair as people point and snicker.

"Give me that!"

In a rare display of magic use, he telekinetically yanks the jug from Tirush's giant hand. He holds it up to his nose and takes a deep whiff, wrinkling his nose disdainfully.

"Tirush, this is hard cider!" He barks.

"No 'shnot! Itstsh shoft!  Ssshoft an' apple drinkey!  Give't back me!"

Faster than should probably be possible, she snatches the jug back and holds it to her lips. "'S my drink. Tashesh like bbBUUUUUUURP!"

FWOOOOSH

Her sudden belch launches a burst of fire into the air. And, perhaps more importantly, the opening of the highly alcoholic cider is alight with flame, like a molotov cocktail.

"Nnngh? Oohhhhh, damn!  Ish ruinded!"

With a disgusted grunt she throws the flaming jug at the table and it shatters. Flammable cider splashes everywhere like a firebomb, and the table quickly catches on fire, as well as a great many spots of grass.

"Oooh...oops. Din mean t' do thatth." She blinks dully at the quickly spreading fire.