Drink Sweet Drink...

Dean, throughly miffed that they had spurned his artistic talent, thought
about redoing it when they had left, but dedided against it, and headed off
back to Parrots, where the reception was going at full swing.
"Drink, sweet drink..." he murmered as he headed off to meet more drinking
pals.
There were 5 of them sitting, lying collapsing, vomiting around the table,
Dean, and, and, these, 4 other people, and drunk did not define their
status, paralytic was maybe better. Groaning, he order another round for his
buddies...
<Who shall his buddies be? any volunteers?>
OOC: Hey, I'm happy bout the fact that I can do a magical work of art whilst
having a hangover from hell, that'll suit me fine....
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