Lucius lets out a long, put upon groan and flops back onto the bed again.
"First her now you," he grouses. "I may have gotten fitshaced after getting here, but I was attacked by a tentacle Carry Oakey and found out I was dead probably and also my boss is here--alcohol is a reasonable reaction--"
Wait, this isn't his point. He props himself back up and looks at the skeleton in the jaunty hat. It's not really worth mentioning that he is a skeleton with a jaunty hat and that his presence alone merits more alcohol. Put a pin in that.
"As far as Hell goes, this isntsobad," he slurs and gives Skulduggery a look. To make his point he awkwardly arranges his hands in front of him and starts counting off points on his fingers.
"First--free booze. You can jus take it. Second, so much space? It doesn't even smell terrible! Third? Beds. These are very good. You know I once slept in a trunk for like a week because this person was debating stabbing me to death--
"Things used to try to kill me all the time, every day, scurvy, or Spanish Jackie wants our noses, or there's a big fuckoff navy ship, or Buttons tries to eat me? And there was no free booze. Not good booze. Definitely no fluffy pillows.
"Hell? Not so bad, really." He pats the bed in drunken invitation and then flops back again. "Come on, enjoy the pillows until the scorpions show up."
Drunken encouragement feat. Lucius Spriggs
"First her now you," he grouses. "I may have gotten fitshaced after getting here, but I was attacked by a tentacle Carry Oakey and found out I was dead probably and also my boss is here--alcohol is a reasonable reaction--"
Wait, this isn't his point. He props himself back up and looks at the skeleton in the jaunty hat. It's not really worth mentioning that he is a skeleton with a jaunty hat and that his presence alone merits more alcohol. Put a pin in that.
"As far as Hell goes, this isntsobad," he slurs and gives Skulduggery a look. To make his point he awkwardly arranges his hands in front of him and starts counting off points on his fingers.
"First--free booze. You can jus take it. Second, so much space? It doesn't even smell terrible! Third? Beds. These are very good. You know I once slept in a trunk for like a week because this person was debating stabbing me to death--
"Things used to try to kill me all the time, every day, scurvy, or Spanish Jackie wants our noses, or there's a big fuckoff navy ship, or Buttons tries to eat me? And there was no free booze. Not good booze. Definitely no fluffy pillows.
"Hell? Not so bad, really." He pats the bed in drunken invitation and then flops back again. "Come on, enjoy the pillows until the scorpions show up."