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[vicodincrutch]

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Sink me! When I believed that all pursuits not physically consumed were tiresome... a ball. Wine and revelry are just the elixir I need.

....In truth I must make haste to the apothecary or perhaps the nearest man of the orient and replenish my portion of opium. Peglegs are never fashionable. I have many a coordinating cane. 

Though what a bind I find myself in. My mind is troubled by two issues. Do I take along the whining, limp-wristed pansy? ...or the wife? Even more pressing, do I wear the dark blue silk or amethyst? 

[ooc; backdated before the ball~~]

Comments

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

What?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I have not a lisp or stutter. A physician such as yourself should be more attentive to his own ears and eyes. Or perhaps you have not the ear or eye for whatever is in style.

...thank you notifs.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

You have not a wife, either. But you have just advertised to the network which side you dress. I'll skip the style tips.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Tell me more outrageous assessments. This is good fun. Though I must say you are the palest gypsy I have ever laid eyes on.