Lovely evening it is, indeed! Perfect for getting rather hammered as he currently is. In fact, the slightly chilly breezes encourage the man, for each little "shot" he takes sends this utterly delightful tingly warmth all through his body. Mmm, wonderful. The only thing that ever makes this feeling better is when shared with others, however Reilly never seeks out anyone on purpose anymore. They come to him, or not at all, and even when he's sober, this is the way he likes it. He doesn't need any killjoys ruining his buzz, afterall. It was unfathomable to him, truly, how so many had looked down on him for his antics like he was just some bouzzie. But who cares? More for him!
"Just a man nothing more, nothing less but nonetheless! Lives his life with every drop he- OOF!"
The impact catches him completely by surprise- imagine that! And causes him to stagger to the side. He makes some silly exclamations as his legs get tangled a bit and he nearly loses all balance. Even so, he remains upright with legs a bit splayed, and once he's sure he's standing still (unaware he wavers and sways now and again), bursts out laughing. Ah leave it to him to go crashing into trees! Whoops. He shakes his head and neck vigorously, ginger hair flying in all directions and mumbles something unintelligible under his breath as he begins to turn and walk off again. Like nothing had happened, he resumes his boisterous singing. "Tura'lu, tura'lu, tura'lu a-lu a-lu..." And dramatically swings his rather large arse around as what he thought was the tree begins to speak! "Wha' tha bluidy hell..?" He sways and blinks his eyes rapidly, trying to focus in on the object (objects?). It was a tad difficult when everything was swirling and doubled.
"Oy! Stand still, would ye'?" His words are gruff and thick with his brogue, but there is a goofiness about him that holds no true aggravation. Shaking his blocky head once more, he realizes perhaps he's had a bit too much of the black stuff,as he calls it, and takes a few sobering breaths. With his ability to become intoxicated, he also contains the ability to lessen the effects at will (though he rarely actually does). Now, with his vision a bit more stationary, he takes another look at the speaker. Oh! But it's just a young lad! Well why didn't he just say so?! Grinning widely at his question, Reilly tosses his pinkish muzzle in the air at the younger male (the equine equivalent to waving a hand in dismissal). "O! Don't worry 'bout me, boyo! Just a bit fluthered. And rightly so, if ye ask me!" He closes the last bit with a chortle and a wink. Of course, somewhere in all the commotion, the boy's previous question was lost on him. So standing there, he sways once more, a bit more subtle than before, and lifts his upper lip to show his teeth, eyes glinting suggestively. "Don't s'pose ye'd like a taste, eh boyo?" Because of course, he'd be willing to share.
[Lol! Idek xD]
"Just a man nothing more, nothing less but nonetheless! Lives his life with every drop he- OOF!"
The impact catches him completely by surprise- imagine that! And causes him to stagger to the side. He makes some silly exclamations as his legs get tangled a bit and he nearly loses all balance. Even so, he remains upright with legs a bit splayed, and once he's sure he's standing still (unaware he wavers and sways now and again), bursts out laughing. Ah leave it to him to go crashing into trees! Whoops. He shakes his head and neck vigorously, ginger hair flying in all directions and mumbles something unintelligible under his breath as he begins to turn and walk off again. Like nothing had happened, he resumes his boisterous singing. "Tura'lu, tura'lu, tura'lu a-lu a-lu..." And dramatically swings his rather large arse around as what he thought was the tree begins to speak! "Wha' tha bluidy hell..?" He sways and blinks his eyes rapidly, trying to focus in on the object (objects?). It was a tad difficult when everything was swirling and doubled.
"Oy! Stand still, would ye'?" His words are gruff and thick with his brogue, but there is a goofiness about him that holds no true aggravation. Shaking his blocky head once more, he realizes perhaps he's had a bit too much of the black stuff,as he calls it, and takes a few sobering breaths. With his ability to become intoxicated, he also contains the ability to lessen the effects at will (though he rarely actually does). Now, with his vision a bit more stationary, he takes another look at the speaker. Oh! But it's just a young lad! Well why didn't he just say so?! Grinning widely at his question, Reilly tosses his pinkish muzzle in the air at the younger male (the equine equivalent to waving a hand in dismissal). "O! Don't worry 'bout me, boyo! Just a bit fluthered. And rightly so, if ye ask me!" He closes the last bit with a chortle and a wink. Of course, somewhere in all the commotion, the boy's previous question was lost on him. So standing there, he sways once more, a bit more subtle than before, and lifts his upper lip to show his teeth, eyes glinting suggestively. "Don't s'pose ye'd like a taste, eh boyo?" Because of course, he'd be willing to share.
[Lol! Idek xD]
