“You know, my brother--” Thor swung his arm around the person next to him, a beer clutched in his other hand. “--he would have loved this party. Loki--god of mischief and chaos. BECAUSE ISN’T THIS PARTY CHAOS?” He bellowed the last part, of course. Quieting again, he mumbled in the person’s ear, then again, my brother’s dead. He died right in front of me. I couldn’t save him. Just another person I cared about that I couldn’t save.”
He had promised himself he wouldn’t do this, of course. He had tried to swear off getting drunk (at least to excess) because it lead to wallowing in his sorrows. But some woman he’d lost track of had invited him to this party, and who was he to turn down a beautiful woman? Actually, she was probably regretting having brought him here at this point.
He wasn’t even looking at the person who was currently subject to the heavy arm over their shoulder, either, just looking sadly at the floor.
// @made-to-rule
