Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170131171201

"A party is fine, but those chicks aren't my friends, they're my groupies," Cyndwella says unhappily. "I really don't think that you'd want a real party with my real friends. It'd make the Royal Makai look like an ice cream parlor.  To say this place would get wrecked is an understatement."

"So...What's wrong with just a party here in the mansion, with the girls from the Stallion? They'd love to see you," Hex says.

"You wanna know the truth, Hex? Outside of my realm, booze doesn't actually get me drunk.  It can't because I don't have a body, not as you know it."

"I'll argue against that," Hex giggles and turns red.

"Just shut up and listen. It's the memories of drinking booze that get me drunk, that and negative emotions," she says miserably. "I could drink a bottle of water or kerosene or donkey piss and it would all have the same effect as long as I believed I was drinking booze. In this plane I can't taste anything.  No food, no drink, nothing.  So you might as well make me a mud pie and tell me it's chocolate mousse."

"Oh," Hex says, stunned. "So what got you so drunk before?"

"People's reactions, mostly, when they saw I had drunk a bottle of scotch without effect. The terror of those triple-black chicks in the dungeon.  Kinda strange, isn't it?"

"I'll say," Hex's eyes go wide.