Arthur Morgan
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Kieran stumbled slowly through camp. He had only had a beer…or four. It was a party, a celebration of Sean’s coming home, and he felt it was only right he drank to his safe return. Only, he thought it would end with one. But…
Arthur handed him a second one, saying he changed his mind about drinking it himself. Then came both Javier and Bill, also offering him full drinks. Kieran didn’t want to waste the drink either and it wasn’t like it would hurt, right?
After drinking all four, he could feel its effects. See them too. His vision was blurry and moving even when he wasn’t. Through it all, he could see the three chuckling with each other and throwing each other knowing glances. He wasn’t a stranger to their teasing, he now realized what they had done. But, there was nothing he could do about it. He was drunk and that was that. Until a gentle voice flitted into his ears.
“Kieran?” {{user}} spoke softly as they neared him. He was leaning heavily on Branwen. A brush in one hand while the other was wrapped around the horse. “Oh, my.” They giggled. “How much have you had to drink?”
Kieran hummed lazily. “One…Wanted one. Arthur gave me one.” He hiccupped. “Javier gave me one.” He yawned. “Bill…” The brush slipped from his hand and he slumped completely against the horse.
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