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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck does not stagger downstairs. He ambles. There is a difference.

He also is not wearing a shirt.

He also has a bottle of absinthe drawn on his back.

The fae ambles over to the bar and drops his head onto the countertop.

Oddly enough, he may have had a few absinthe hallucinations last night.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

With a little effort, he raises himself up on his elbows into a more upright sitting position.

"Spin the bottle, it's called," he says with a grin.

That's how it began, anyway.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"And what happens when you spin this bottle?"

He looks curious.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"When you spin the bottle, my dear sir," the fae replies, "you are under oath to kiss whomever it points at."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"It sounds like my kind of entertainment."

Mercutio grins.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"No doubt," he says with a fainter version of the grin. "Whyever didn't you appear?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"I had no notion such fine entertainments were provided."

He looks mournful.