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My muse is drunk. He/She’s grabbing onto your muse saying, ‘Take me back to your place.’ How does your muse react?

“Neeh! Get off mah back!” He manages to get out, clearly some how, as he leans over his sisters back. “I…..Amagrownassman! I’m not even—” He runs out of breath and takes about 57 seconds to take another break to speak “—-near mom right now….I will drink! Until I can’t!” He takes another sip of what is, only, his second drink for the night. “Drink no more!”

“Language, young lady! I will tell mom!” He’s not a man who can handle very many drinks, it’s sad, I know. “Apologize to the gods of drinking before I take you home right now!” Poor guy can’t even remember what’s going on at this point. Was she the one drinking? Or was he?

“Language?! You’re the one cursing at me in the first place! Baka!” She was frustrated with him. “According to mythology, there was only one god of drinking who had different names in two different cultures. Plus, I don’t believe in the gods of drinking,” Yuriko retorted snarkily. “Why am I going home? You’re the one who needs to go home, baka. I’m only here to supervise you. Honestly, I’m ready to leave you here and take a cab home.” It was times like these that really got her riled up.