This Used to Be the Life but I Don't Need Another One

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Well Ratigan couldn't care less about what happened, but he really didn't get his fill of partying from the bar and everyone simpering wasn't how he wanted it to go down. Soon after the trial little notes are slipped beneath each door.]

You are cordially invited to a mourning party in the lobby. RVSP ASAP.

[In the lobby Thalia will have moved some tables to the lobby and provide her choice dish of cheeseburgers along with a smattering of bread, fruits, and vegetables. Reyna will have brought along hot chocolate galore.

For those that aren't your thing? Well in honor of the recently departed there's pine tree shaped cookies (Thanks Thalia.) and triangle crackers with cheese (thanks...Ratigan?). And there's a helping of drinks if the bar wasn't enough for you wink wink. Ratigan has every intention of making this a party.]

Comments

[nocasetoobig]

[oh, good, drinks.

Chip has a shot glass.

...Chip's shot glass is half empty.

H e l p h i m]

[anasty]

[ No, but she will watch to see if he follows Dipper's example. ]

[nocasetoobig]

[HE'S TIPPING IT TOWARDS HIM TO TAKE A DRINK AND AS IT GOES DOWN HE HAS TO PUT MORE OF HIS HEAD IN

but he seems more in danger of spilling it than drowning in it]

[sentree]

[ ...nnnnggghhh this is why she didn't want alcohol here-

Thalia hesitates but then approaches poor Chip. ]

Hey buddy. Why don't... I think it's time I cut you off.

[nocasetoobig]

[FITE HIM

No really he's looking up, fur bristling]

You're not cuttin- anybody! No cuts!

[sentree]

Chip, you're drunk. You're- beyond drunk, and that thing is almost as big as you are. You're going to regret this.

[ She tries to reach for the shot glass. ]

[nocasetoobig]

'mnot drunk!

[yes he is

he's also clinging to the glass so if Thalia lifts it guess who else she gets]

[sentree]

[ Aaaalright, one hand below to maybe catch a falling chipmunk, should that happen. ]

Yes, you are. I know what drunk looks like. [ ...be less harsh with that, calm down Thalia, calm down. She composes herself. ] At least eat something, would you?

[nocasetoobig]

[surprise, he clings pretty well, even when drunk!]

...like what?

[sentree]

[ he cling... ]

Like...the cracker's we've got, or bread. Something that'll soak up some of that alcohol.

[nocasetoobig]

[...]

I like crackers.

[but if you try to fucking take him away from his shot glass we're gonna have a problem thalia]

[sentree]

[ Ugh... This is a pain, she thought someone smaller would be at least easy to manage. She'll carry him over to a dining table and set down Chip and the shot glass in front of a plate of crackers. ]

Go wild. ...Please.

[nocasetoobig]

[ah. crackers. looks at them.

looks at shot glass.

looks at crackers.

promptly tilts shot glass for another swig]

[sentree]

[ URRRGHHH ]

With the crackers, not the alcohol! Ohhh, I should've never taken my eye off that damn, rotten rat!

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Just casually leaning against the glass.]

Nothing like inebriation to drown your sorrows, eh old boy?

[nocasetoobig]

[hic

Chip leans against the glass too - and promptly slides off to lying on his back. blink. blink.]

...never. Been 'nebriated.

[is that what this is]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Draaags a glove over the glass.]

Now is a better time than any.

What better way to dr--bury your sorrows, eh Chip?

[nocasetoobig]

'sa better way?

[wait Ratigan are you holding out on him. is there a better way. he pushes himself up, frowning as he tries to process the rat's other's words]

[stenchus_rodentus]

Not at all! ...Not unless you have some recreational medicine on hand.

[Watching Chip try and articulate his way around on alcohol sure is...something. Maaaybe he needs a helping hand?]