Celebration Continues

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Stonegit: Stonegit makes himself comfortable in the seat that battleofthegroundeddungeon had guided him to. His hands ran over to table finding a platter and setting it in front of himself. A sad smile touched his lips. “That’s it then” he thought to himself. “I’m a wash up. A…
"Sweet Loki!” Stonegit yelled, taking totally by surprise by the furry tail hitting in the face. But then he relaxed and laughed it off, groping with his hand until he found the cup of bubble tea. He took it and swallowed it down in a gulp. He blinked a few times, enjoying the buzz of the drink. He set the cup down. “Good,” he said with a grin. “But if you don’t mind I would prefer the straight vodka you spiked this with.”
Clover: “Spiked  … ?” Clover looks at him with confusion before nodding. “Okay, I will go find some then.” She takes a step forward to get off the table, and trips over her feet, falling forward and landing on top of Stonegit with a cry of surprise.
King Haddock (mun): [mind if I hop into this too guys?]
Stonegit: "Gah!" Stonegit sputtered as he got a face-full of thick, fluffy blond hair. He reached out, finding Clover’s shoulder and steadying while at the same time easing her back. "You know what…" he said carefully. "Why don’t I go get that vodka and you sit down. Something tells me that even though I can’t see I’ll run into less people than you."  
battleofthegroundeddungeon is next
King Haddock: "Or," the king pointed out, glaring at Stonegit even though he couldn’t see him, "you could always ask someone else like me to get it for you?" Haddock did not much enjoy the thought of leaving Stonegit’s side for a moment, but he would prefer that over the blind man attempting to find the vodka himself. And if he went to grab something for Stonegit, he could grab a little something more for himself. Just a little something. Not too much. Enough to - hopefully - relax him a little.
Stonegit: Stonegit turned towards the King, tilting his head sideways. He reached out, pawing around until he found a bottle of wine sitting on a counter top. He bit the cork, popping it out and spitting if off to the side. He quirked his eyebrows once at Haddock, and then titled the bottle back, taking a long swig as he turned, and made his way into the crowd, despite having no clue where he was headed. 
King Haddock: “For the love of - !” Haddock began to exclaim, yanking the bottle away from the younger man. “Don’t you have any sense of proper dinner etiquette?” Then Haddock, glancing around at the boisterous room, which was half-covered in potatoes and more than completely disarrayed, slumped his shoulders and sighed. Drinking straight out of a wine bottle was almost flawless decorum compared to other events which had transpired tonight.
“Alright. Fine. I guess it’s fine.” Haddock took a quick surreptitious swig out of the bottle before placing it back in Stonegit’s hand.
Clover: While the king and Stonegit were arguing, Clover picked herself up off the floor, swaying a bit as she did. She wandered off without a word to King or Stonegit, coming back a little bit later, without having bumped into anything but a few tables….
Stonegit: Stonegit finds a table off to the side and eases himself down, taking another drink from the bottle and handing back towards Haddock’s direction, motioning for him to sit down. “So then,” he said, grabbing up from meat from the center of the table and beginning to eat. “I reckon we can talk about that…important thing, in the morning once we’re all done celebrating.” he sniffed, setting the bone aside and grabbing at another, missed the first time, but then was able to grab up warm bun of bread. “Not need to put a damper on things. But as long as we’re getting drunk. Have any questions I can help you out with?”
King Haddock: "It’s not too awkward a time to ask why you’re still… living… here… is it?" Haddock asks cumbersomely. He takes an empty glass and slowly fills it with wine. He sets it right at Stonegit’s arm so that his companion can feel it resting there - ensuring it will not get knocked over later. It was good wine, after all - no need to spill and waste it. He ignores the food on the table - and tries to ignore Stonegit’s questionable table manners - and takes a sip from his glass.
Stonegit: Stonegit starred blankly across the table, hearing the clink of the bottle neatly pouring the drink into a glass. Keeping what he hopped was Haddock’s eye contact, he put the bread all the way into his mouth, chew on the whole thing all at once. Waving out a hand, he clumsily found the vodka bottle Clover had brought and washed the mouthful down. Clear his throat. He shook his head once. “Nope…not to soon.” he rolled his neck. “There’s not much to tell though. I woke up in Hel…I realized neither I nor Vox should have ended up there in the first place since we died by battle…and I jumped back into purgatory.” he frowned slightly. “Next thing I knew I couldn’t breath. I was stuck in this dry, swirling darkness. Then suddenly I felt wet and cold, and I crawled out of the lake.” he took another drink of the vodka. “A girl named Siveth healed my eye and chest,” he said, motioning to his blood stained shirt (which was a new sight to Haddock). “We helped each other back here,” he shrugged. “And I found y…” he took a quick gulp of the drink, stopping his sentence, coughing once. “And I found you to deliver the message.” he finished quickly.    
King Haddock: "Well then," Haddock said, sitting there awkwardly. He contemplated pulling all the food out of the way of Stonegit’s reach. Maybe even setting it on a completely different table. On the absolute far side of the room. Watching this was disgusting. His bodyguard knew he was a man of proper manners! “I’m glad you’re back.” Haddock cleared his throat. “And that you… delivered that message, I suppose.” He still felt unsure of it and did not know how to respond to any of this. It did not seem like Stonegit’s claims could hold any validity - how could the young man know? - but Haddock supposed he would have to investigate up on the claims eventually.
In the following lapse of silence, Haddock drummed his fingers on the table. Then, with a sudden curse, he pulled himself to his feet, muttering, “Loki, I forgot my crutches… one moment… Stonegit…” and he hobbled off to fetch them before some drunkard could snatch them and use them in a mock sword battle or something.
Stonegit: Stonegit raised his head as Haddock started to leave. “I can’t prove anything.” he called to him. He glanced away.
Clover: Clover looks after Haddock for a moment before looking back at Stonegit. “Why are you fumbling around so much? Can’t you see?” It does not occur to her that this is a horribly insensitive thing to say, and so she just says it.
Stonegit: The vodkda bottle was smashed on the table and Stonegit stood up, hurling his seat in Clover’s general direction. “FUCK OFF!” he screamed. He stopped, his breath catching as he touched the wounded part of his head, the brief flash of pain in his brain subsiding. He inhaled deeply, holding up a finger and waving it slightly. “Where ever you are…don’t come near me, don’t speak to me, period. Now…I’m going to go drink until I forget that you said that. Because oddly enough I’ve just been through Hel, and would like to have a little fun.”
Turning away, he made his way towards the main banquet table, his hand sliding along the wall.   
Clover: Clover stares at him, shocked at his response. As he walks off, she realizes what she said and why she shouldn’t have said it, and she puts a hand to her mouth with a gasp. “Oh my gods . . I didn’t mean to say that. Not like that.” Her head clears for a moment and she looks at him. “I’m sorry . . ” She says quietly, although she doesn’t expect him to hear it.   
Stonegit: Stonegit pauses, his shoulders rounded slightly. He works his jaw back and forth for a moment, and then sighs, tilting his head back and turning around. He points in her general direction and then swipes his finger back over his shoulder. “Come on,” he said. “Drink with me until I appreciate your sense of humor."    
Clover: Clover picks up the bottle of vodka that hadn’t been smashed and hurries over to him, holding it out to him so that it brushes against his hand. “That’s gonna take a lot of drinking. You can have this, by the way.” She tells him, completely serious, although she slightly regrets offering up the vodka she was planning on drinking. She tips her head up to look at his face, about six inches above hers. “Is it just me, or are you really tall?”   
Stonegit: Stonegit sits down at the main table, fumbling around till his hand found a set of mugs. He sloshed the alcohol into them and handed one over to Clover. “Just you buddy,” he said, drinking. “But I reckon you’ve had enough to make you see sounds and smell colors. So me looking tall isn’t surprising.” he tapped the mug. “Drink up,” he said with a smile. He grunted. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. You didn’t realize I was blind.” he tapped the side of his head. “Shovel injury…kinda why I’m messed up. Names Stonegit, you?”    
Clover: Clover sits next to him, staring at him blankly as he talks at what seems to her to be a mile a minute. After a moment she realizes he asked her name. “Uh . . Clover Rose. Just Clover is okay though.” She takes a sip from the mug, starting to realize she shouldn’t have had so much to drink so quickly.   
Stonegit: “Good to meet you Clover,” Stonegit said, draining the last of the mugs contents and filling it again. “Now then!” he declared, clapping his hands and feeling a giddy spirit swelling in his heart as the booze took effect. “Teach me that song I heard you singing! I won’t get a chance to belt a good melody out after tonight!”   
[Assume at this point Stonegit spends the next few hours drinking and laughing heartily with Clover].
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