if you ain't getting drunk, get the fuck out the trailer

[kingsroads]

WHO: Strange & Lambert
WHEN: Day 77, after Moss and Shimmer's talk
WHERE: Lambert's trailer
WHAT: booze. and probably eventual talking of plot and maybe Strange'll actually tell Lambert about the deal with Ignatius. but mostly booze
WARNINGS: booooooze

Considering that Strange had already gotten sloppy drunk with Shimmer, he probably shouldn't be getting sloppy drunk with Lambert. But fuck it. The Ignatius thing had been weighing on his mind to the point where even after recovering from a hangover, Strange decided he wanted another drink. He should tell someone. But part of Strange doesn't want to tell anyone about it until Eden proper, just so the Ringmaster and himself can be spared a bit of yelling and spared people trying to persuade him otherwise.

Add in all that about the Huntsman...and yeah, Strange wants some booze. It'd be even better if he had the booze with Lambert. It's been far too long since the two of them just got drunk.

In true Strange fashion, he doesn't use the door to get into Lambert's trailer. This time he enters as smoke, slipping into the trailer through a crack underneath the doorjam. Strange resolidifies: even though they're off of camping time, he's still wearing a variation on his camping outfit of light cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up past the elbows, khaki trousers.

"I hope you summon your soul at some point during the evening," Strange calls out, as he starts to make his way to Lambert's kitchen area, walking in here like he owns the place. "I'm overdue a conversation with Celandine."

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[whattaprick]

Strange sticks his hand in his chest in an attempt to grab for Celandine, but he won't find a paw reaching back, or even fur -- the daemon is gone, like she was never there, the fuzzy warm feeling that climbing into Strange's chest came with gone like summer mist.

Lambert, in the meantime, is still on the floor. Reassuringly(?) he seems to be breathing.

[kingsroads]

Who has two thumbs and doesn't know any first aid? THIS GUY.

Veery carefully, Strange bends down and lightly prods Lambert in the shoulder. "Lambert?" he says, in a tone of voice that implies Strange is well aware of his fuck-up. "Are you alright?"

[whattaprick]

It'll take a bit more prodding than that, but eventually, Strange will get a gurgle out of Lambert, the witcher's hand reaching up to smack his hand away.

"Th'fuck?" he manages to get out blearily. Having your soul suddenly snap back into you involuntarily is a bit disorienting.

[kingsroads]

"Thank God," Strange murmurs, as he slumps down on the floor next to Lambert. He reaches over for the closest bottle of something alcoholic and then just straight up chugs part of the bottle. Once that's done, he moves to hand Lambert the bottle.

"Drink this. You'll feel better."

Or at least get more drunk but hey, that counts!