Prompt: Drunken Mistakes (because is a jolly drinker, I couldn't resist)
Drunken Mistakes: Did they get married? What’s going on? Our characters can’t remember and have to piece together the night before.
They were much too gone. Well far gone that his own memory became a blank to the male who his side. It was evident to some degree that the Mad Hatter had already gone mad with the ale clouded his mind and veins. Only then did the jolly words that spilled from those tiers as nothing more than ridiculous streams of poetry did they then make any sense to the male who continued to babble onwards, regardless of his intoxicated state.
Now the male that now swung upon his side in a rather awkward state. A warrior, that’s what his partner was amidst their drunken escapade. The half empty glass that was clasped in his hand spun in Garrik’s grasp – the brass coloured liquid spinning in a small void amidst the capturement of his new found partner.
Red faced and obviously highly intoxicated, Dongwoo laughed. A laughter that audibly echoed in the vicinity of the partially vacated pub.
At least that was what he could remember.
Now the foolish male awoke, his partner who was long gone and asleep upon his own limb but the cool breeze that tickled his naked spine caused his own visage to twitch. Eyes that blinked in confusion before he paused and glanced around him. There was confusion in the Mad Hatter’s violet orbs; confusion that settled upon his brow uncertainly. Inhaling only to exhale moments after.
As those orbs rested upon the tangled mess of his newly found partner only to see that his own naked corpse which was tied beneath the bed sheets. A scar upon the older male’s shoulder caused his own eyes to narrow suspiciously.
The room — or what was left of the room — was nothing more than remnants of a disaster he himself could not for tell. Cards thrown everywhere, a blade hitched to the side of the bed, a chicken running about from one part of the room to the next — just to name a few of the things he himself would perhaps never remember. Squinting and eyes now back upon the naked male, he leaned forward to prod his shoulder blade. Poking at the colourful tattoo that was etched into the very skin; he simply blinked.
Raising one arm to scratch against the scarred tissue of his own chest, before pausing to look at a set of scriptures that delicately traced along from his clavicles. Tracing a few of the words with the blade of his own index, before pulling himself out of the bed.
His foot now pressed against the moist carpet, the ale that was perhaps consumed the night prior filling his nostrils; nausea hit him like a running train and warm bile ran to his lips. Quickly running into the washroom only to stop in his tracks. Eyes as wide as saucers, he stared in what was first awe — later now fear as the Great Lion — at least he believed it was — now stood prowling in their washroom. A shout and instant shifting of his own body, did he quickly push the door to a close.
Breathing heavily and leaning against the door with his own hammering heart thudding loudly in his ears; Dongwoo heard the sound of his partner.
Garrick who now awoke to the sound of Dongwoo’s screaming, raised his head in the other male’s direction. “Wha—-t happened?” A question that was perhaps evidently registered in the Mad Hatter’s mnd. “What happened last night — my.. head.” Though Garrick’s words were evidently slow from his own conscious thought, raised his body and quickly covered his naked exterior. “Why am I.. naked..” Another question that toppled out of the tousle-haired individual.
Though pale faced from his earlier encounter, Dongwoo slowly croaked. “Aslan is in the bathroom —-“
"Aslan? The Great Lion?"
Dongwoo gulped and nodded, quickly running over to the knight. His heart slowed, but the rhythmetic hammering had only slowly ceased after the awakening of his partner.
Quickly the two moved with unspoken stealth. Regardless of their Fable-history, the two moved with utmost speed. Garrick’s pants upon Dongwoo’s lower half, and the Hatter’s black hat upon the Knight’s. The two mismatched now quickly ran before the bathroom.
"Open the door." Said Garrick, keeping his voice calm as he rubbed his face — the last bit in an attempt to be as presentable as possible.
"The door?! Which door? The door to the moon?! Do you know how far it is to that door?" Protested the Hatter who quivered in his own anxiety.
"The bathroom door!" The other’s voice grew louder before he groaned in response to the Mad man’s actions and inched closer and brought the door to an open.
Immediately both individuals fell to their knees and bowed solemnly. “Oh wise Aslan, we welcome your presence into the vicinity of this humble abode. I surely promise you, that this is not what it —”
But of course, Garrick who was apologizing for both him and his comrade in the most respectable manner had paid little attention to the comrade who’s ass he was saving.
"Garrick —"
"Not now, Hatter."
"You need to see—"
"Is there something that —"
Finally the knight raised his own head to stare at the very lion who he was apologizing to.
Upon the toilet, there stood a Border Collie; her head now raised from the toilet as she stared at both her master and the gullible knight. Her muzzle dribbled with water from the toilet seat which she’d taken a drink from; blinking those amber eyes in confusion.
