Drunken Sailor

[Erremnart]

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Virginia blinked drunkenly at him, her eyes half open, the alcohol must have been wearing her down, "Am I sure?", she asked, waving an empty scotch bottle in his direction, "If you're a singer, you have to practice...". She thought for a moment as she searched the remnants of her mind for the right words, "... if you're not, you'll whip them into a fighting frenzy or... you're a singer and you'll inspire them." She pointed the empty bottle at him again, "Get it? It's just a win-win... whether it's for the singer or the commander."

She pushed a stray blonde curl out of her face and shook her head, "Hah, I know my way home... it's that way from the pub...", she pointed somewhere towards the exit, but her gesture was wide enough to point towards a public toilet or bar, "... and then straight for the nose." She nodded and tossed the bottle in her left hand, thankfully catching it again for now.

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