Marcy
"Mmhm... Perhaps you're... You're right..."
*The empty bottles neatly arranged themselves in the center of the table, one falling over but being pulled back upright.*
"You're trying to goad me into something... To hold such reverence for Daedra is a fools gambit... Interact with them with... Ugh... Temperance."
*Now she just looked sick... Though she seemed to be holding some degree of intellectual function.*
Woodrow
*Notices one of the dunmeri looking quite done with herself, eying what happens on the table*
James
"Please I must insist that you stop drinking, I fear that if you continue to drink like this you might hurt yourself, gods only know what you might do to yourself when your drunk"
*She'd think that this conversation with the other Dunmer had been of great amusement, it's always fun when drunks start acting smart*
Marcy
"Shut up..."
*She hiccupped oncemore.*
"If i could do it i already would've..."
*She sort of dozed off a little, her notes in full view, the text she was studying visible. It was just the 36 lessons.*
James
"If you say so... Would you care to clue me in on what your studying, it looks quite interesting"
Marcy
"Oh... The musings of a God. Theres *Hic* Meaning in all of the nonsense... The milk fingers... The spears..."
*She seemed to slowly stare towards her.*
"Though it feels as though I may be nearing something."
*She seemed to go between slurring her words drunkenly and speaking perfectly normally. It was... Odd.*
James
"You are most certainly an odd one, though you seem to have plentiful knowledge on the topics you discuss. Oddest this about you though is that you seem to sway when you speak, one moment your sluring your words like a drunk, the next you speaking perfectly normal... It's odd to say the least"
*She would think to her self that maybe this Dunmer wasn't actually drunk, just pretending to be, for what ever reason was beyond her but the thought did cross her mind*
Marcy
"Some of the *Hic* Greatest decisions in... Hissstoryy..."
*She stared her directly in the eyes.*
"Drink fills the basin for the tides of Knowledge. The Drink is the prelate to the Dream, Sanguine to Vaermina. But what is the dream?"
*She looked back down and covered her mouth, likely throwing up in her mouth but keeping it down. Maybe she was onto something, if she would even remember what she was talking about.*