He still wasn't feeling the alcohol yet. –Damn Time Lord metabolism, weak alcohol from underdeveloped planets– But then the Doctor keeps going on, on about kids and marriage –like good old Harry was a friend of the family he used to visit with every so often– and Sirius is so genuinely happy and that's just enough -
"Oh, kindly shut up!" he snapped at the other Time Lord, waving the bottle at him irately. He turned to Sirius. "I'm sorry, he's trying ever so hard to be polite about it, but the bottom line is you're not a real person. You're as thin and lifeless as the paper your sad existence was written on, and I could care less about what happened to your hypothetical godson, since it was obvious how the whole thing was going to end from the beginning, what with him being Jesus, King Arthur, Frodo Baggins, Herakles and Mother Fucking Teresa combined!"
He turned frantically to the Doctor. "Tell me, do you think if I took his little wooden stick from him and shouted Avada Kedavra at the top of my lungs, everyone in here would perish in a flash of green light because I'm positively aching to try."
Back to Sirius. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going over to a dark corner to finish as many bottles of this as I can. I would prefer not to be disturbed." He walked (in a fairly straight line) over to such a corner, clutching the glass bottle like a safety blanket.
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:49 pm (UTC)"Oh, kindly shut up!" he snapped at the other Time Lord, waving the bottle at him irately. He turned to Sirius. "I'm sorry, he's trying ever so hard to be polite about it, but the bottom line is you're not a real person. You're as thin and lifeless as the paper your sad existence was written on, and I could care less about what happened to your hypothetical godson, since it was obvious how the whole thing was going to end from the beginning, what with him being Jesus, King Arthur, Frodo Baggins, Herakles and Mother Fucking Teresa combined!"
He turned frantically to the Doctor. "Tell me, do you think if I took his little wooden stick from him and shouted Avada Kedavra at the top of my lungs, everyone in here would perish in a flash of green light because I'm positively aching to try."
Back to Sirius. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going over to a dark corner to finish as many bottles of this as I can. I would prefer not to be disturbed." He walked (in a fairly straight line) over to such a corner, clutching the glass bottle like a safety blanket.
Slightly more drunk than he had estimated, then.