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Who: Ceodore, Freyjadour, and OPEN to Castmates (particularly parents or nagging figures)
What: Post-drinking aftermath
When: Today, right after this (which isn't quite done, but getting there)
Where: Through the village proper.
Summary: The prince pair decided to test out the waters for the first time of drinking with the buddies and got quite sloshed. They'll be weaving through the village trying to get home while singing bawdy tavern songs. Loudly. And off key.
Rating: PG-13 for booze? And raunchy song lyrics.
Notes: Anyone who wants to gripe in their journals tomorrow about the two drunks singing at night and getting sleep disrupted or how bad it sounded or whatever? Go for it.


It seemed like such a good idea. Frey was bothered; Ceodore was brooding about Selphie's mallynapping. Not really too much cheer between the two of them, which was unusual given their typical good natures. In fact, their amiability was one of those personality aspects they shared that made the pair of princes get along so well. Besides, they were old enough. Men now. Old enough to fight in wars and old enough to go drinking with a friend. Not a thing wrong with it.

Only for Ceodore's part, the only drinking he'd engaged in before was the social variety expected with court festivities or wine at dinner. Not that he would ever admit that, not even to Frey. In fact, when he traveled, he couldn't get the tavernmaster to do anything but laugh and offer him milk. That Frey didn't need to know about either. It was a first, but no big deal. They'd have a few, and laugh and forget about their worlds getting turned upside down for a while. Couldn't ask for a better plan. Except their tolerance for more than a couple wasn't nearly high enough.

Walking got a lot harder to do, but Ceodore was convinced he was perfectly upright and absolutely fine, even though he had an arm hooked around Frey's neck in a partial headlock, weaving through the village. They'd started talking about girls. Pretty girls. Then there was that one pretty girl in the song he'd heard. What girl? Well then the song had to be sung, only Ceodore was certainly no bard and hadn't the capability to carry a tune in a bucket while sober, much less while smashed. Then again, Frey was no better a vocalist, so who cared. The words were not all that clear, but what came out was pretty risque: talking about a pretty barmaid that everyone lusted after but no one could have. As the verses moved down the imaginary lass's body, the lyrics got more vulgar and raunchy, and sadly for anyone in earshot... louder.

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DID SOMEBODY SAY NAGGING FIGURES?

[praygenius.livejournal.com]

By the time they passed the house where the twins lived, the song had become both very vulgar and very loud. Porom wasn't fond of either of these things at the best of times. She certainly didn't approve of them while they were keeping her from sleeping. She was practically furious when she looked out of the window and realized that she knew one of the singers.

And so a minute or so later, a very disapproving white mage stormed out of the house, walking up behind the two princes. It wasn't particularly difficult to catch up with them when they were stumbling around like that.

"Ceodore Harvey." She said, announcing her presence in her very best and well practised 'now you are in big trouble' voice.

[falenansun.livejournal.com]

Arshtat was starting to become worried when Freyjadour hadn't returned at a decent enough hour. True, this may seem like a safe enough place and the village was close by, but she was a mother and couldn't help but worry when her son was out late.

And hearing that rather loud song in what sounded like her son's voice was not helping matters.

She will be waiting in front of the door for the pair to arrive, because her son obviously needs to be scolded for this. It is one thing to drink, but a member of the royal family was expected to keep their head no matter what the circumstances when in public. If Frey wanted to go out drinking, he was going to need to learn limits. That is why children don't get more than a glass of wine at dinner and celebrations.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Oh, Ceodore. This was not the time to test Rydia's patience. She'd already had a very trying day, one that involved early-morning combat, cleaning up the aftermath, a lot of healing, and still feeling very sore by the end of it. To add to the injustice of it all, it seemed that Kain was dead to the world while she, just as exhausted, couldn't easily enter the same state.

And so Ceodore and Frey were met at the door of the house with a frowning, slightly swaying Rydia. She stared daggers at them, having no interest in a kinder approach. The required strength she really didn't have at the moment. "You have one second to shut up, or you'll both be toads until morning. You decide." And this was a threat that she would carry out with no hesitation. There was energy enough in her left for one more spell before she collapsed, and if they wanted it, they would get it.