Aye that was me who asked lol ��

Just punch me in the heart why don’t you? You’ll get the same result!

“Well, it’s a long story, but…I needed a charm that I couldn’t lose, and would be hard for someone or thing to take off of me. I went with an earring since my wristbands would make a bracelet stand out, and a necklace would be easy to lose if the cord snapped or something.”

Someone had taken and cleared away all the glasses, but there was another one in his hand somehow. Maybe it was magic. A never-ending supply of alcohol. He knew at least one person who would’ve loved that. He wasn’t entirely sure how much of it made it into his mouth, and how much dribbled down the sides of his mouth. At least alcohol dried fast, right?

Arthur can’t even taste it. It’s more like just burning his mouth with liquid now. He whimpers and he stares at the small mound of glasses near him before his arms move to pull at his hair. the gleam of the metal from the arm catches his eye, and he stares at the prosthetic for a few minutes silently.

He’s not even sure where the new drink came from, but there it was, in his hand. He leaned further against the metal table leg and swished it around before chugging the pale yellow drink. It tasted like pineapple and coconut and alcohol of course, and he set the empty glass down next to the empty scotch glass.

“I...I din’t meaan it...It wash an... ac-acc-...I dinnae wan’ ta! I’m-” He sniffled and wiped at his face. Why was it wet...? 

Oh. Right.

Arthur stared at the mug of blood-red liquid. He smelled tomatoes. A Bloody Mary, maybe? He took a sip. Yep. Bloody Mary.