GOLD AND SILVER LINE MY HEART / open

[Margaery]

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Margaery abruptly halted in her singing upon Bastillepaw's arrival, suddenly self conscious of her voice. Perhaps the alcohol was reinforcing her inhibitions rather than removing them- whatever the case, she was mildly aware of the fact that the tipsier version of herself was anything but a good singer. Forcing the kuiper corporal to listen to her attempts of faux pop-stardom were just cruel, she ultimately decided, and besides, she couldn't drink wine and sing at the same time and the former obviously had priority.

"Tell me how you really feel."

Awful. Tired. On the verge of breaking.

All of her potential answers were clouded by the fog in her brain though and, heavily under the affects of the bottle of wine, merely giggled. [color=#b14767]"Nice." Her answer was short, sweet, and a bit strange coming from her. A being with such polite, elegant restraint seemed to be incapable of getting drunk let alone indulging in alcohol period. Margaery was all about surprising people, she supposed... she liked being unpredictable.

[color=#b14767]"My song is about my beautiful wife," She informed with a confident nod of her head. Admittedly, the lyrics she had once sang so proudly had already escaped her memory but she assumed that they referred to Suiteheart in some way. Most of the songs she sang usually did. [color=#b14767]"And how do you not know what alcohol is?" The point half-demanded, a pointed look extended in Lunafreya's direction. She hadn't intended for the inquiry to come out so boldly and so rudely... it just sort of did. Oh well, there was no reason to take it back now.