[ ... So. On one hand. Midnight literally made a living charming women. (And men. And... okay, a lot of people gave him money to be listened to. He used to be filthy fucking rich and that is why.) He is more than capable of giving this lecture. Several times over.
On the other hand. He's so drunk, guys. And open minded. He loves to learn. He always assume every new person he meets has something different and wonderful to teach him. (See again: Big ol' slut for listening.)
So all he does is find a nearby washing machine, plonk his ass down, and continue to sip at his water. Sweet, sweet water. Zoned out. Zoned in. Like, not focused, because the alcohol he has imbibed has temporarily deleted that capability from his DNA, but he's present. Ish.
Go on, Gregor. Please. Midnight is enthralled. He has completely bought in. Whisk him away. ]
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On the other hand. He's so drunk, guys. And open minded. He loves to learn. He always assume every new person he meets has something different and wonderful to teach him. (See again: Big ol' slut for listening.)
So all he does is find a nearby washing machine, plonk his ass down, and continue to sip at his water. Sweet, sweet water. Zoned out. Zoned in. Like, not focused, because the alcohol he has imbibed has temporarily deleted that capability from his DNA, but he's present. Ish.
Go on, Gregor. Please. Midnight is enthralled. He has completely bought in. Whisk him away. ]