008 ♠ [LOCATION: VARIOUS] ♠ Let's Start A Riot

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

Puck was angrier than he could recall being in a long time. He had settled so well into a familiar groove of apathy that it was hard to shake him loose from it. But certain things had and without acknowledging (or understanding, his mind kept insisting) why, he was taking out his feelings in the most destructive way possible.

Which meant that he'd hatched a dozen bottles of assorted alcohol and started downing them. After about the fourth one, he'd gotten it into his head to take to the street and start venting on whatever was nearby and breakable. Storefront windows, signposts, mailboxes, anything that was conveniently in reach to a very drunken fae was subject to Puck's kicks, punches, and hurled objects. The only thing being thrown around more than impromptu projectiles were obscenities, which were flowing as freely as the liquor.

[ OOC: Basically Puck is just staggering around the city making a complete drunken ass of himself. Do with him what you will! ]

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[cametolife]

Liz ran to him, offering a hand to help him up. "Oh God, are you okay?" She hadn't meant to startle him.

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

He swats her hand away, dismissively. Deciding since he's already halfway to the ground, he drops into a sitting position on the curb.

His bottle has been broken in the stumble; he drinks from it anyway, and ignores the cuts and subsequent small trickle of blood on his mouth.

[cametolife]

And she sets her hands on her hips, equal parts worried and annoyed. She wonders what drove him to drink this much and wants to ask if it's even possible for a fairy to get drunk, but of course, that question is withheld due to how public this is. Liz is well versed in the art of secrecy. More than she wants to be.

"You're bleeding."

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

The answer to the second question must certainly be yes, because his eyes keep crossing and uncrossing and he's definitely not in full control of himself. But the real question is how many bottles it took to get him to this point, because there is a trail of empties following his path across the city.

"Shut the hell up."