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

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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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"Do you know," he began, although slurred so heavily it came out more like deeooow to everyone else, "where the phrase 'paint the town red' came from? Is'sa old, old saying. Not like 1800s or some shit like that, but really old. Even older than me."

Puck puts an arm around her shoulder and tries to pull her down to sit with him. "The gnomes, y'see. They all wore such stupid hats but it was the colour of 'em, they were always red. We called 'em Redcaps. I think they hated that."

He's so completely sloshed that he's actually -- partially -- reverting to what might almost be called a good mood.

"But they loved the colour so people would throw around anything they could find... paint, or blood, or anything red when they heard the Redcaps were coming. 'Cause they were nasty little fuckers if they were in a bad mood. But the red would buy 'em off."