into the pit | open, drunken scrap

[ pls wait for Vic to post ]

The domestic cat wouldn’t be lying if he said he had a LOT to drink. In fact, one could comfortably say he had way too much. Considering he was used to drinking in his dragon form, which took a substantial amount of alcohol to feel anything, it was a large adjustment. He was under a tenth of his size as a dragon, and trying to drink as if this form could survive that much alcohol. It was stupid, really, but the older male couldn’t resist the sweet taste of wine.

However, he hadn’t blundered this bad in years.

Whilst chugging away at this bottle of wine he had acquired, Cory had somehow wandered in the wrong direction and straight out of camp. He travelled for quite some time, never putting the bottle down for longer than he had to. By the time he reached the Typhoon, he was significantly inebriated. His vision was obscured by the alcohol’s affects, and he was giggling away with each step. Water lapped at his paws a bit as he maneuvered as carefully as a drunken cat could. He was making his way right towards the Typhoon’s camp.

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