05-29-2018, 07:52 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Ha, as if he could be defeated at something so easy as a drinking contest. As far as he was concerned, he had won easily- the others had collapsed several moments before he had. No one... no one in their right mind could call that a tie, unless everyone had been hitting the booze along with the three of them.
Not that it mattered, given that Pincher had evidently lost interest in the competition, in favor of rambling about being in a band. In spite of himself, Paper snickered. ”Ain’t never seen you play an instrument, even,” he crowed, struggling to get back on his feet. ”Think you’re gonna... gonna lead a band?”
Wait, he was... searching for the instruments. Was he actually serious about this? Shaking his head, the jackal stumbled over at the sound of crashing and Pincher’s triumphant cry. Approaching the basket, he stared dumbfoundedly at Pincher and his odd-looking tube. So he did play an instrument, and actually really, really well at that.
”Guess I was wrong,” Paper mumbled, peering into the basket and blinking to bring the objects within into focus. One blurry purple-and-white object stood out to his intoxicated vision- he tugged it out quickly and stared at it, then blew air into one end. Nothing happened.
With a grunt, he smacked the side of the instrument- the keys produced a high-pitched, discordant chord.
Eyes widening, he set the instrument on the floor and clumsily tapped the white surface repeatedly. Each tap seemed to produce a different sound. ”You- you have any idea what this is?” he asked, turning his head towards the doorway. ”’Cause it’s amazing.”
Not that it mattered, given that Pincher had evidently lost interest in the competition, in favor of rambling about being in a band. In spite of himself, Paper snickered. ”Ain’t never seen you play an instrument, even,” he crowed, struggling to get back on his feet. ”Think you’re gonna... gonna lead a band?”
Wait, he was... searching for the instruments. Was he actually serious about this? Shaking his head, the jackal stumbled over at the sound of crashing and Pincher’s triumphant cry. Approaching the basket, he stared dumbfoundedly at Pincher and his odd-looking tube. So he did play an instrument, and actually really, really well at that.
”Guess I was wrong,” Paper mumbled, peering into the basket and blinking to bring the objects within into focus. One blurry purple-and-white object stood out to his intoxicated vision- he tugged it out quickly and stared at it, then blew air into one end. Nothing happened.
With a grunt, he smacked the side of the instrument- the keys produced a high-pitched, discordant chord.
Eyes widening, he set the instrument on the floor and clumsily tapped the white surface repeatedly. Each tap seemed to produce a different sound. ”You- you have any idea what this is?” he asked, turning his head towards the doorway. ”’Cause it’s amazing.”
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo