15 Purple Files

[proudambassador]

The Wilderness, it is not ruins any more, no. Instead, it is a club. It is a club with much to see, and even more to drink.

And so, I propose a crawl. A barcrawl, in the Wilderness. That is what it is called, no? You crawl at the end because you are so drunk you cannot walk? Do not tell me that the one phrase that makes sense I have wrong.

No matter. I think that I am clear in what I am suggesting. Drinking. A great deal of it. Who would like to join?

Comments

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

And those, they are the ones who do not know how to go get laid or have a drink, hm?

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

I'd have to disagree on both the first and the latter part regarding some people I know.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

You know of philosophers who enjoy life and do not just think about it?

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

Quite so. A man should hardly be stuck playing only one role all his days.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

This, I agree with most heartily, my good Mr. Hawk.

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

I'll join you in the Wilderness then, on that common ground.

[And though this is awfully late, due to missing the log I will have to handwave Hawk coming in, bearing it for a glass or two at most, and sneaking away to drink off his headache somewhere a little more subdued.]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Good. I shall look forward to seeing this.

[Okay!]