"I must have built a tolerance, because I'm not feeling anything either," he said, finishing the bottle.
"Heh." Azrael opened a new bottle, drinking down half. "No ordinary stallion, I see." "Are you even still in there?" Raven took a step forward. "I'm pretty sure you'd never hurl your still-beating heart at me."
"Feeling tipsy yet?" he asked Az, finishing his bottle. "I still don't *hic* feel anything yet. I think..."
"Of COURSE I'm still here," Nightshade said. "Where else would I be? Griffonstone? Tartarus? LasPegasusanpalinokLAHOMA!" She shook her head violently. "There's just... so much... MORE... of me... in here now." Winter grabbed Dusty roughly. "You! Alicorn! FIX THIS!"
Azrael downed his half and visibly wobbled. "I'll do my best..." Dusty cast a spell on her mind, attempting to calm her.
"WHAT ARE you doing... I'm tired. Why... tired? What's... where..." Trying to fight the calming spell and the overload of chaos was taking its toll on her mind. "Give me... I can... I can CONTROL... can't control... will control... AAAGH! Focus, dammit!"
Dusty dropped all barriers to focus on the spell. "Empty your mind. And breathe." "Just do it, hon." Raven stepped closer to her, eyes pleading. "Just let him try and help."
"NO! Why should... but... maybe... so close... so close." Nightshade paced wildly, her mismatched limbs leaving smoldering prints as she walked. "I'll try... so much... too much... love and hate and rage and calmandjoyandsorrowanditsallhereandallatonceand I CAN'T SHUT IT UP!!!"
Asmo went back inside. Azrael finished off the bottle and dropped his head on the table. "...*squee!*." "I don't think she's listening to the spell," said Dusty.
As Blackened finished the final half, he grew a slight bit tipsier than he was earlier. "I guess *hic* this means I win..."