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The blonde rock god was somewhat... no, better make that 'considerably' more inebriated than he usually was when he came through the door.

This was probably why it took him a few shouts of "Jeans Pierre!" Before realizing that he wasn't in the Mordhaus kitchen at all, but was, in fact, in Milliways.

He sighed, sulking off to go see what there was to see that evening.

(feel free to tag him here, otherwise he'll be out and about, apologies in advance for his even-less-than-usual coherency)

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There was a slightly Millitimed Draco lounging in a comfy chair near the fire by himself.

Bored eyebrow raise at the blond drunkard's arrival.

He wasn't a drunkard, he was just drunk at that particular moment. And nowhere near as drunk as some people *cough*Pickles*cough*

He did, however, wander his way over to the fire to sprawl out on the sofa, blinking, and then squinting for a moment, at Draco.

Maybe he was a groupie. The fact that Skwisgaar hadn't found any yet didn't deter him from the thought that eventually he would.

Draco certainly wasn't a groupie, and be insulted to the suggestion of it.

"Well? What the Merlin did you want?" He asked coolly.

Well, sorta sounded like a groupie anyway, even if he didn't look like one.

"Nothings I guess." He said with a shrug, making himself comfortable. Though, he did ask a moment later, "Why? What's is you beings of the offerings?"

He eyed him some more, and wrinkled his pointed nose.

"I wasn't offering. And you're drunk," he sneered.

He scoffed, shaking his head, "Is only a littlebit."

A snort at that, and more eyeing. Hmmm.

"Perhaps," he replied.

That got him a brow arch, "Seriouslies, is onlies a littlebits of the drunks." He shook his head, "Is a word of advices, just from me to yous. Never, evers, tries to drinks Pickle unders a table, any kinds of table, anywheres. Isn't going to happens. He's is Irish....Americans, and he's is gots a special kind of livers." He shook his head then, "Is a baaad ideas to tries somesthing like dats."

"Why ever would I want to?" Draco eyed him more. He was more concerned with keeping a certain Irish American from not pickling himself in any fashion at all.

That required some serious thinking, and finally he answered: "Because maybies when he's is finds out about dis place, he's is challenges peoples to drinks contests because dat's is just the way Pickle is being about drinks contests." He thought a moment more adding, "And just abouts the drinkings at all, really."

Draco just smirked, "Only if somebody's foolish enough to take up the offer." Brief survey of the room.

"Granted that would mean any number of people around here."

Skwisgaar's brow arched, looking smug. It should be said that he was, in fact, quite good at this, "See?"

Draco would argue that he was better at it. But then he'd argue that on a lot of things.

"Well, part of present company excluded. Of course," he remarked with mirrored smugness.

So would Skwisgaar! Look! They have something ~~else~~ in common!

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes, "I didn'ts challenges him at all, or acceptses a challenges." He shook his head, "I was drinks to makes Toki stops withs the 'na na na na na's."

Because yeah, that made sense.

More eyeing of disbelief at that.

"I could think of several better ways to shut somebody up than

that

He sighed heavily, "Ja, so's can I, but he's is a friend so's deading him is outs of the questionings."

He shook his head, "Besides, is good dat's he is happies I guess. Just wishes he wouldn'ts feel like he has to shares it with everyones."

Raised eyebrows at the 'deading' comment, but he wasn't going to ask.

"Sounds rather annoying," he blithingly answered.

Another heavy, very nearly world-weary sigh, "Ja. Dat's Toki all over."

"Then why bother with that sort in first place? They that much of a friend?"

"Weeelll... is difficults. We's is all in the band togethers, and fuG#ks, if we's can all puts up with Murgleface, we's can puts up with Toki no problems."

Besides, Toki was a better bedwarmer than Murderface would ever be.

"A band eh? What kind of music?" Draco was mildly interested, though obviously not that up on muggle bands as of yet.

He arched a brow, very nearly looking down his nose at Draco.

He did that a lot. It was part of being 'taller than a ~~6 foot 4 inch~~ tree'

"We's is only the most brutal metals band in the histories of the world. I's is play the leads guitars and is makes the fastest with the guitars playing ever. Finglerses like lightnings."

Draco was tallish for a wizard, but likely not that tall.

But in the meantime, he simply demanded, "Well, what the Merlin is metal? Metal instruments, or does that mean it sounds metallic?" Yes, he really doesn't know.

Skwisgaar just blinked at him, and then again.

He was too drunk to deal with a question like that, really, but that wasn't going to stop him trying.

"waits here, I's is go and gets my guitars and an amp." Because, well, metal needed an amp at least.

He returned not long after, sprawling onto the couch again and plugging in the guitar, stretching his fingers and turning the amp on, then up to something vaguely resembling a reasonable level.

Then he played, it sounded markedly like squeedlysqueedlysqueedlysqueeeedlyREOW

Draco winced, and got his wand out intending to do a Silencing Charm.

"What horrid noise!"

Skwisgaar scoffed, shaking his head and pressing his fingers to the strings to still them, "Yours planets must be havings the most terribles tastes in musics."

That was the only explanation.

"No, but you clearly do." Draco scoffed back at that as he placed his wand away.

Welcome to Eyerollsville, population: Skwisgaar.

"You's is just having no idea what's you is being talking about. Pffft, is dildos."

"I have more of an idea than you, considering I'm sober, and you're drunk," Draco sneeringly pointed out to the metal rocker.

He scoffed again, shaking his head, "Dat's hasn't got anysthing to does with anysthing."

Because he was still part of Dethklok even when he was sober.

"Please yourself," Draco sneered at him.

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