Shilah grew more and more drunk as the night wore on until he eventually reached the drunkest point he'd even been. Not that that was saying much. He was still on his feet and turned his attention from making spears to hang ornaments to digging. He was digging for treasure because it suddenly occurred to him that some had to be buried here. Based on the angle of the sun, then thingy thing and the rock that looked a pregnant hippo he was certain he was onto something here. He triangulated the three objects and chose his digging spot. Butt high in the air he was making good progress moving the obsidian sand and rocks aside. All was going good til he hit water. Oh no…. should he bail the water out? Maybe he should keep digging? Yea, digging, digging was good.

Magnus wasn't very good at being drunk. In fact, he was so bad at it that he hardly had anything to drink before he started to feel a little woozy. After reluctantly leaving the beautiful blue wolf, he stumbled around and tried not to watch the nauseating waves as they moved up and down the shore line. Could one get seasick from just watching the water? Who knows, but he was definitely feeling some kind of sick now.

There was a burning in his throat he kept trying to hold back, likely from just the bitterness of the alcohol, but with the combination of his stomach feeling just as sloshed as he was it wasn't working well. Maybe another drink would help? Yeah, maybe that'd work.

Taking another swig of the first bottle he found, it definitely did not work. Almost immediately it came back up complete with everything else that was in his stomach. Hopefully no one saw? He couldn't be sure, but he quickly, and poorly, covered it with some sand and scurried away, but not without grabbing another bottle. Who cares if it was this nasty crap that made him feel so bad on the inside? He also felt good! How could something make you feel so bad and so good at the same time?

Magnus stumbled over to where he saw another wolf digging around in the sand. He smirked, watching their ass sway with the motions of the digging and his eyes followed, drunkenly, every move they made. He couldn't help himself, if was just there. With a mental shrug of his shoulders (cause he'd probably fall flat on his face if he really shrugged) and another swig of the drink, he approached the wolf. "Nice moves, honey." He slurred, his vision too wonky to focus straight on the moving wolf.

Shilah frowned as he dug down into water and didn't find anything worth while. Well, this was clearly not the spot where the treasure was buried. He dug his map out of his pack and marked a black spot on it with his charcoal. No treasure there. He butt still swayed in he air as he rolled up the map. He'd just stuffed it back in his pack when a drunken man approached him. He stood and grinned slyly. "I have more moves than that, I cou…" he hiccuped, "could show you." Oh say, maybe this wolf wanted to treasure hunt with him.

"Do you wanna find the treasure? Lookit all this!" He gazed down across the beach, taking in the way the setting sun sparkled along the beautiful dark stones. It was gorgeous and there was soooo much of it. So many places to dig.

Oh, and the weather was gorgeous. A perfectly balmy, summer evening. There were some clouds building low in the horizon but he wasn't worried about those yet.

Busy watching the good view, Magnus was losing himself a bit. Taking a swig of the bottle again, he almost dropped it as he finished the swallow with a hiccup. The words the other male said where slurred and it was difficult for him to understand him, but he got the jist and smirked. Magnus was in a mood and certainly willing to watch whatever show he wanted to put on this evening. With another swig, he was about to answer with something dirty before the man spoke again, asking something about treasure.

"I already found the booty on this beach." He smirked, stumbling over to the man and offering him a drink of the bottle he carried. Of course part of him knew what the other drunk wolf meant, but well Magnus had other things on his mind tonight, and it wasn't looking for something he hadn't already found.

Shilah paused where he was and started digging again but at the saucy comment from the other man he let out a laugh and proudly shook his ass with his tail held up high as he winked at the other. "You're making me blush! How has a handsome guy like you managed to wander this beach without someone hanging off each arm anyway?" He quickly marked his most recent spot of the map. Ok, he had dug that far but he was sure it wasn't there. The ground didn't feel right. He was certain he'd know where the treasure was as soon as he found the right spot to dig. He stumbled and quickly righted himself. He like the feeling of being drunk but he wished the world wouldn't spin quite so aggressively. It was hard to take in not only the beauty of the land around him but the stranger as well. A distant roll of thunder could be heard in the distance and he squinted at the horizon before turning his attention back on the other wolf.

Magnus smirked as he watched the ass sway around in front of him, his eyes swaying with the movement. He would have started moving himself had it not stopped so soon after it started, but as the man spoke Magnus found himself sitting to keep his own balance. He didn't want to fall face first in the sand, anyway. He'd spill all this drink and waste it! That wasn't a good thing, but now that he was sitting he felt like the world was spinning a little less than relying on his four paws to hold him up.

"Nah, everyone else already seems pretty occupied." He slurred, words dragging out as he watched him dig. "Whatcha looking for, anyway?" He asked, tilting his head a bit to see around him. Was there anything worth digging for that wasn't already here?

Shilah picked a new spot and continued to dig, flinging black sand into the air. He paused and looked up at the other man who was sitting there, swaying gently in his drunkenness. Wait… what was he looking for? "Uhhh… I don't remember." He looked back at the half dug hole for a moment then sat down before marking it off his map anyway. Nearby the lightning continued to dance in the far off clouds but Shilah wasn't worried, it seemed to him like the storm was going to move off and miss them. Then it hit him. "Oh! Oh, I remember! The treasure!" He got to his feet and bounded toward the other man, skidding to a stop and then promptly falling ass over tits as he landed on his back. "Oof! There…there are diamonds buried here! Uggghhh why does the world hurt?" He rolled over onto his stomach. "'M Shilah, by the way."

Magnus watched the silly man, watching him dig and dig and dig for whatever he was looking for. Had he lost something? He'd be pretty sad if he lost something and had to dig around for it without being able to find it. Maybe he lost his drink? Oh, treasure. Was buried treasure really a thing? With his interest peaked, his reaction time was slow when the man began to run towards him and skid to a halt before him. Magnus' eyes widened and he stumbled to take a step back, but the man flipped and landed on his back causing a laugh to erupt suddenly from the mans chords. Swaying more as he laughed, he gathered to control himself when they rolled over and said their name, which he almost didn't hear over his own laughing. Wiping a stray tear, Magnus hiccuped and collected himself... sort of. "Magnus, I'm Magnus." His laughing didn't stop though, but instead of offering to help the other up, he instead swiped some sand at him.

Shilah wanted to try to stand up but the world was really spinning now and he was just trying to hold on so that he didn't get thrown off. The man laughed and introduced himself as Magnus before swatting sand at Shilah. "Arg! Pff! How dare!" Shilah flopped onto his side and kicked out with his hind legs, seeking to throw sand on Magnus to get him back for starting the sand war. It was bad enough that Shilah had sand in places he didn't want to think about but now he had more! "I'll get you!" Shilah rolled onto his stomach and using as much strength as he could possibly muster he launched himself toward Magnus… only to promptly pass out in a splayed, drooling mess on his stomach as the sudden rush of blood from his head cast him into darkness.

-exit via passing out-

Magnus smirked at the reaction the man gave from the sand flying at him, adding a small laugh when he couldn't hold it in anymore. He was lucky to still be standing really, having been so wobbly standing on three legs with one moving in a weird way was sure to knock him down. The man moved to do it to him, but hardly made far enough and promptly fell into the sand seemingly asleep. Too drunk to realize what was really happening, he assumed the man was playing some kind of trick and stumbled over to him. Reaching to press his nose into his ear and snorting, he was quickly bored when he realized he had in fact fallen asleep. Huffing quite loudly, Magnus not quickly bored and stumbled off back to the party in search of more drinks.

/exit