How Bout A Drink? [Ashton]

[Ryan Cardwell]

As the other boogies went about their business of betting and fretting over other such trivial matters, Tristan was busying himself with much more important things. That is to say, he was having him a drink or six while sitting around reading a few dozen books by both human and boogie philosophers. At the moment he was currently a work by a human names Plato, a rather odd man that he'd run into once, entitled The Republic. It described a trifecta existing within government and ones soul that once balanced would lead to perpetual peace. In Tristan's mind it was quite alot of bull. Not only the perpetual piece bit, which he knew to be absolute nonsense, but also the whole setup of this supposed trifecta.

Picking up one of the shot glasses sitting on the table next to him, he boredly flipped through the aged text before him. Taking a brief break he killed the drink in one, delighting in the burning feeling as the liquid slid down his throat. Placing the now empty glass back on the table as he set the book aside, he then leaned his head back into the soft cushion he had placed behind his back. This was one of his favorite spots in the entire palace, mostly because everyone knew it was so and thus avoided it like the plague. However the comfortable couch, crackling fire, and multitude of things to read aided in placing it in his favor. With a sigh of contentment he returned to his reading, glad for this small measure of peace.

[ashton]

Where was that boogie of hers!?

Honestly.. Trying to finding Tristan was like trying to find a needle in a pickle barrel! She stopped as she slapped herself in the forehead. Off course! He was probably in the study. Ashton turned and began her quick jog to the study, as she neared it she could smell alcohol.. Lovely. She hoped her Boogie wasn't drunk. Ashton was proud she was the only virgin in his collection of young girls.. The pervert.

She opened the door to the Study and stepped in, closing it behind her. '' Tristan? '' she called in as she walked into the study, stopping as she spotted him. He was getting drunk in front of the fire while reading a book. Lovely. She walked up towards him with both her hands clasped behind her back.

'' You getting drunk in front of a fire? '' she asked.

[Ryan Cardwell]

'' Tristan? ''

He'd just reach for another drink when heard that voice ring through the silence. And when he did, all he could do was groan. It was Ashton, the newest addition to his happy little flock. To be honest, he didn't even know why he'd kept her in the first place. Oh wait, yes he did. It was because she was friggen adorable. Just too bad she didn't have a personality to match. The girl was a holy terror, at least with him. She seemed to make it her life's mission to torment the boogie that had lain claim to her. Luckily Tristan's patience was virtually limitless with her kind. Her kind being cute little humans of course.

'' You getting drunk in front of a fire? ''

He glanced up at her from over his book, eyebrow raising as he stared at the girl. She really was adorable, like a little doll really. Even so, he knew that she most likely had something up those sleeves of hers. Why else would she be looking for him? It wasn't like he'd sent for her or anything. Though after mulling over his options, he decided it might be a good thing she'd showed up, he was growing rather bored with this man's idealistic viewpoints. "No. I am not getting drunk in front of a fire. I'm getting drunk while lying on a couch in front of a fire." Sarcasm. That was his weapon of choice this round. In truth it would take quite a bit more than what he had to get him even slightly drunk, but then she didn't know that.