The Lady’s been up to no good these days

Remember when I said that I wouldn’t drink to the point of getting drunk, and when I said that I wouldn’t be getting a Twitter account? I apparently lied on both counts. I now have a Twitter account and a nasty headache acquired through drinking my ass off (….among other things…) with Halduron at Silvermoon City. Lor’themar was supposed to join us, but I think he was too tired and fell asleep in the other room.

I couldn’t help but seek the company of friends and booze when I saw yet another strange piece of fanart involving me and the WRONG guy: Sylvanas and Illidan. And then Lor’themar reminded me of rumors about me and Kael’thas, and about me and Nathanos. Can we stop pairing poor, single Sylvanas with guys she hates or doesn’t even know? I’m single by choice, children. That doesn’t give you the right to pair me with whomever you damn well please. Pairing me with Lor’themar, or Halduron…or maybe Sig Nicious…is quite welcome though.

Anyway, Thrall was kind enough to offer to have me picked up when I felt like heading back to Undercity this morning, but I found my way back on my own. Granted, I misstepped in the Undercity elevator and was in for a nasty fall, but I still managed to switch to incorporeal form right before I hit the ground. I’m now safely ensconced in my chambers in the Royal Quarter with a warm cup of black coffee. Nathanos burst into my chambers a while ago and yelled at me for being out so late without letting anyone in Undercity know where I was. Perhaps he was just asking the wrong people, but I did post about it on Twitter and warned Sharlindra I’d be out in Silvermoon. It was pleasant to know that Nathanos still had enough heart to care about me, but I eventually got fed up and yelled right back at him.

Note: Getting yelled at by a banshee is dangerous to your ears.

Nathanos is deaf at the moment, but I didn’t do any permanent damage. Yelling is different from screaming after all. I had him tucked away somewhere hidden for now; I can’t be having him wandering around when he can’t hear a single damned thing. The Alliance has a huge bounty on his head, and I won’t risk them taking advantage of his handicap.

I’m getting more and more dependent on friends (new and old) these days, even if I have berated them in the past. I hope I’m not going soft.