"I think you put them in there." Courfeyrac places his battleship with the carefully balanced pie piece down on the board and pushes it gently, making it cruise across spaces. "I think you maybe have a low alcohol tolerance."
Courfeyrac's definitely starting to feel the effects of how many shots he's taken in rapid succession, too. While it's definitely entertaining when Nerium decides that his battleship is a cool toy, it probably shouldn't make him giggle. And it really shouldn't be as hard as it is to catch the little monster-cat after he pounces first on the board and then in the box, scattering pieces that Combeferre had worked very hard to gather together.
Lunging for the kitten, Courfeyrac ends up face-down on the floor, only a few white furs on his fingertips to say he was at least close. Laughing, he rolls over and looks up at his friends. "It might be getting close to karaoke time. A few rounds of the game, and then we'll have to sing before I can't read anymore and Bahorel can't spell anymore."
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Courfeyrac's definitely starting to feel the effects of how many shots he's taken in rapid succession, too. While it's definitely entertaining when Nerium decides that his battleship is a cool toy, it probably shouldn't make him giggle. And it really shouldn't be as hard as it is to catch the little monster-cat after he pounces first on the board and then in the box, scattering pieces that Combeferre had worked very hard to gather together.
Lunging for the kitten, Courfeyrac ends up face-down on the floor, only a few white furs on his fingertips to say he was at least close. Laughing, he rolls over and looks up at his friends. "It might be getting close to karaoke time. A few rounds of the game, and then we'll have to sing before I can't read anymore and Bahorel can't spell anymore."