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Lucifer's Mansion, late Wednesday night
It took Duke awhile to get really properly trashed -- another sign that maybe he needed to pull back on the casual drinking -- but once he was properly wobbly, he decided to lean into the impulse he'd had at the Devil's Nest tonight and show up drunk on Lucifer's doorstep.
He had a large glass of rum with him in one hand and a bottle of brandy tucked under the other arm. He set the rum down with great drunken ceremony and dignity at the end of Lucifer's front walk for the squirrels -- he really didn't need to be having anymore public meltdowns over this, thanks -- and then sprawled himself down onto Lucifer's front stoop.
And, because he was in fact a drunken sailor and it seemed thematic, he started to sing.
"Eliiiiiiise believe I never wanted this
I thought this time I'd keep all of my promises!"
He maybe should have put out more rum.
[For the one who lives here, and NFB please!]
He had a large glass of rum with him in one hand and a bottle of brandy tucked under the other arm. He set the rum down with great drunken ceremony and dignity at the end of Lucifer's front walk for the squirrels -- he really didn't need to be having anymore public meltdowns over this, thanks -- and then sprawled himself down onto Lucifer's front stoop.
And, because he was in fact a drunken sailor and it seemed thematic, he started to sing.
"Eliiiiiiise believe I never wanted this
I thought this time I'd keep all of my promises!"
He maybe should have put out more rum.
[For the one who lives here, and NFB please!]