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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[ironfright.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in his brain, that registers. "Ohhhh," he says, like a light bulb has just come on -- though it'd be a very dim, very alcohol-clouded variety of light at the moment. "You're that one."

He offers her the bottle... or tries, he's seeing her in about three places, and he picks the wrong one but it's in her general direction.

"Come here."

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

She can see it, shadowed shining something, some little spark of recognition of her (one of her) in one shape or another. Slowly, she steps to the side into the vision he picked and walks forward.

"Not that one. Remembered the forgot," and River primly leans in to sniff at the contents of his bottle.

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

"Well you're damn well close enough," Puck complains, thinking that she means she knows he's seeing in triplicate.

"Also remm-- rememem-- rebem-- fuck it all, having your memories sucks ass. I want to forget."

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River is going to take that with a liberal interpretation and not correct him, tiny step to coming away from this unscathed and unscrutinized.

"Only damaging motor and inhibitory functions."

A beat, and she blinks at him. "Poisoning will come first."