Sette Frummagem, Queen of the Shartshane Frummagem (
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queenofheartsrp2012-06-24 02:43 am
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Uuuuuuungh...
[Sette slowly pulls herself upright, wearing a disheveled version her pirate outfit. The shirt is on backwards and the trousers aren't done up at all so that they make a quickly-caught dash at freedom as she stands up, and her eyepatch seems to be off doing its own thing somewhere. As is the fancy cutlass Fionna made for her. But Sette isn't worried about that. The focus of her attention right now is the jackhammer headache making her life hell, or possibly how goddamn bright the sun is. The bastard.]
I feel like...like Baelar's spare set o' balls, cut off an' dried in the sun.
[She manages to pry one of her hands away from her throbbing temples, and holds up her shirt to give it a sniff. She immediately recoils in disgust.]
Twins, how much did I quaff down last night? Shirt reeks o' booze...gonna need to find a change o' clothing.
[She stands up fully, and instantly regrets it. She wavers in place for a moment, lights dancing in her vision, and then she bends over and throws up everything in her stomach. Yes, ladies and...other ladies. Sette is pretty badly hung over from the big party.]
[Sette slowly pulls herself upright, wearing a disheveled version her pirate outfit. The shirt is on backwards and the trousers aren't done up at all so that they make a quickly-caught dash at freedom as she stands up, and her eyepatch seems to be off doing its own thing somewhere. As is the fancy cutlass Fionna made for her. But Sette isn't worried about that. The focus of her attention right now is the jackhammer headache making her life hell, or possibly how goddamn bright the sun is. The bastard.]
I feel like...like Baelar's spare set o' balls, cut off an' dried in the sun.
[She manages to pry one of her hands away from her throbbing temples, and holds up her shirt to give it a sniff. She immediately recoils in disgust.]
Twins, how much did I quaff down last night? Shirt reeks o' booze...gonna need to find a change o' clothing.
[She stands up fully, and instantly regrets it. She wavers in place for a moment, lights dancing in her vision, and then she bends over and throws up everything in her stomach. Yes, ladies and...other ladies. Sette is pretty badly hung over from the big party.]
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Why's it taste so gross anyway? How hard can it be to make somethin' what heals you and tastes sweet?
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It is hard to not have Katina comment on the double negative.
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[With a file. Hurt like hell.]
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Did you steal them from a bear or something? Maybe a shark?
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Wow, reevaluation: you're fucking hardcore.
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Damn straight. Don't get no ideas 'bout the tail or sniffer, though. Those are all-natural.
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The teeth suit you pretty well, then.
...you seem like you're feeling a lot better.
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Whatever's in that foul-tastin' crap must be working. I don't feel quite so trampled no more.
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Next time, make sure you take it right.
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Ugh, does this kinda crap happen after every night's drinkin'? I could stand to never deal with that again.
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[Among many other things, most of them illegal.]
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