|Of Good Spirits
Author: orangepeeled PM
The Wizard is easily amused.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Wizard & M. Morrible - Words: 276 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-01-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3761326
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"Perhaps you've had enough, Your Ozness." She filled a glass and slid it across the table. The Wizard grasped the glass and dumped its contents into his mouth. After carefully patting his mouth with his sleeve, he motioned for another one.
"Nonsense. I am p-p-perfectly fine!" he announced, and promptly burst into a fit of giggles.
She shook her head.
"I'm not quite sure that this is the… wisest course of action," she remarked. "Shall I call for the guards?"
"Guards, guards!" He stood on his chair and waved his arms about, shouting in a rather poor imitation of his giant head. "Of course not! Gimme another one."
"Erm… I think I will retire to my chambers now. Goodnight, Your Ozness," she said, and managed to take two steps before he pulled her back to her seat.
"Stay! Entertain me. Eat, drink, be merry!" He tossed his glass and reached for the bottle. She buried her face in her hands, muttering incomprehensibly.
"What's that, darlin'?" She looked up.
"I said that you seem perfectly able to entertain yourself."
"Eh?" He hiccupped. "Look!" Pointing to the wet table, he squealed in delight. "A happy face!"
If her makeup hadn't been caked onto her face so tight, she would've screamed.
"You. Are. Not. A. Child."
He tipped his head to one side and regarded her as seriously as he could. "Now, dearie, understand! That! We are all! Children! On the i-i-i-inside!" More hiccups.
She would have to remember to hide his liquor stash, she thought as she left the room as quickly as she could manage.