[OPEN] happy birthday drunkass

[succiduous]

Who: Gnosis & You
What: It's his birthday. Mizuki gave him liquor. Bird is drunk.
When: Dec 11th
Where: The inn
Warnings: Alcohol/chaotic drunk behaviour


I. He's not an alcoholic but,

[Gnosis likes to think he's very put together. Anyway, that's why he's laying across one of the inn couches, taking up the entire goddamn thing, with a bottle of liquor clasped in his fist. A bottle of liquor which he's very quickly downing. No he's not using a glass he's just drinking right out of the fucking bottle.

It is, luckily for him and his liver functions, the only bottle here right now. This does not seem to matter by the time you find him, because the man is already fucking plastered.]

Hey.

[Just walk away just let him drown his problems in the bottle just fucking leave]

If I did something fucked up [GNOSIS] would you hate me?

II. this is some alcoholic behaviour,

[The bottle is empty. Gnosis is no longer on the couch. He has moved on to the kitchen, by some miracle, and maybe you watched him hobble there on his crutches while absolutely fucking Gone. You'll find him in the kitchen, balancing with his crutches against the nearby wall as he digs in the fridge. There's pretty much nothing in here, and he very suddenly stands up and slams it shut.]

This place sucks.

[He says this with absolutely none of his usual verbosity and all the ire he can manage, hobbling over to the cabinets.]

Couldn't even stock it with liquor, [YOU DRANK IT ALL] had to throw us in here to die without a way of taking the edge off... [PLEASE SIT DOWN]

III. but happy birthday anyway i guess

[Okay. Back to the couch. This time he's not laying on it, but rather sitting up properly, and it seems like Someone has given him a glass of water and has explicitly said in no uncertain terms that his ass needs to chill the fuck out. He's nursing this glass very carefully while Tenzin sits on his shoulder and chews on his hair. The hawk says drink your water, nerd.

Anyway, Gnosis is not doing this. He sips maybe once every five minutes. He will be hungover by morning if this keeps up.]

Thirty-six is not old. [He mutters this to himself, but if you're here to hear it, it'll sound like he's saying it to you. He's apparently having his midlife crisis.] I'm not old. Why do people keep calling me old?

[You're apparently geriatric at 36 idk what you want from a bunch of 18 year olds dude]

IV. WILDCARD??

[It's his birthday today lmao, special mention goes to all the new lore that came out mentioning that he's horrible with liquor. God bless him. Anyway if you want to do something with a drunk bird??? i'm here]

Comments

III im sorry

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood just happens to be passing by, coincidentally on his way out, when Gnosis starts muttering. He's donned that thick coat Heimr bullied him into buying, using his teeth to pull an unlit cigarette from the carton with the intention of stepping outdoors for a smoke. He might be an asshole, but he's not enough of an asshole to smoke in the Inn.

He does pause slightly past the couch, huffing a laugh under his breath to himself as he puts the carton back into his jacket.]

I dunno. You're gettin' pretty on up there, old man.

[Wolfwood is roughly 26-28 years old he has NO room to talk.]

i'm not

[succiduous]

[Gnosis just. Looks up from his glass of water. Takes a sip.

...]

You look far older than I do, with facial hair like that. Have you heard of shaving, old man?

[lupusxylem]

Facial hair is a sign of aging, now?

[Well, I mean. Kindof-]

Maybe I was wrong. You're starting to sound more like a toddler than a geriatric.

[succiduous]

[Eyeroll.]

It's said that people get more antagonistic as they get older, and as long as I've known you, [like five days] you've been nothing but.

I

[sesa]

Gnosis? There you are, I've been searching for you all morning!

[Says Sesa as he wanders in the Inn. He'd missed Gnosis somehow since they'd gotten up (probably because he slept in due to staying up too late the night prior), and by the time he was up the bird had vanished. There aren't many other places to go at least...

But as he's approaching and notices him sprawled across the couch (!!! is he sick?), Gnosis says...........that, and Sesa comes to a stop at the arm of it near the Liberi's feet.]

...I'm sorry?

[succiduous]

[Gnosis just waves from the couch (with the hand he has full of liquor) (the bottle sloshes as a threat of further drunkenness).]

Mizuki gave me a gift. [Mizuki should not have given you this.] Sesa, would you hate me if I was a horrible person?

[dude]

[sesa]

Gnosis...you aren't a horrible person to begin with. I could never hate you!

[Who is being mean to you. Who hurt you :( ]

[succiduous]

Would you say that if you knew more about me, I wonder...

[Are you fucking Okay]

I got my closest friend kidnapped when we were children, and that was just the start. [YOU WERE 8]

I

[mooninthewater]

…Mister Gnosis, I think maybe you've had too much. I don't think you're supposed to drink it all in one sitting.

[ Though, for what its worth, he's not going to take it away, either. Gnosis will have to deal with Mizuki holding his hand, though. ]

For what it's worth, though, there's nothing you could do that would make me hate you. You're my friend. Even if you ended up hating me in the end, I wouldn't hate you.

[succiduous]

I, [he slurs, holding the bottle up and sloshing the contents around at Mizuki,] know how much I can handle.

[Never in your life have you known this.]

You shouldn't be my friend. I'll probably make you eat those words somehow.

[Is this really the time for a depressive episode]

[mooninthewater]

[ Mizuki does technically have room on the couch to sit, but he opts to sit in front of the couch instead. ]

I want to be your friend, Mister Gnosis. Even if something horrible happens, even if we end up not being friends anymore - which, won't happen, but if it does theoretically - then I would still cherish the time we have spent together.

I'm not good at making other people happy, but you've made me happy, Mister Gnosis. And those are precious memories I'll never let go of.

III also

[oleaeuropaea]

[Well, Vash is here. He's let himself have a few drinks, mostly because it makes the cuts on his chest feel better. Besides, what better way to get to know his pals. At least, he's pretty sure Gnosis is a pal? He didn't punch Vash on the ice, at least. Or kill him for trying to burn down the kitchen.]

36 is old? That's so young. You're like...

[He counts on one, two, three, four of his fingers, then wiggles them.]

A quarter of my age!

[succiduous]

Thank you, it is young—

[Wait hold on what was that last bit]

—a quarter?

[...sips water faster?? He's sorry, what did you just say???]

[oleaeuropaea]

Hmm, what was that?

[Vash is already lolling his head off to the side, grinning dreamily! He's already moved on from the conversation, sorry bud!]

II

[cleavethetides]

[ Oh my god, what is the bird doing? Irene sighs, crossing her arms. She's not about to lift the grownass man even if she could (because Gnosis weighs as much as a stack of papers) both because she feels like if he's going to make bad decisions, then he should own up to them, and because she wants to leave him with the sliver of dignity he has left. ]

Or maybe the few bottles they had left, they hid when they realized how wasted you were. Come on, Gnosis, if you topple over, I'm not using my Arts to save your ass.

[succiduous]

[what possible sliver of dignity could he have left at THIS point.]

'mnot wasted.

[My brother in Kjeragandr—]

You haven't seen me at my drunkest. [THIS IS NOT THE OWN YOU THINK IT IS]

[cleavethetides]

[ Flat, sarcastic: ] Oh no. You're right, how incredibly daft of me to get "shitfaced" and "wasted" mixed up. Terribly sorry, Gnosis.

A light breeze is going to topple you over, dumbass.

II. this is some alcoholic behaviour,

[amhran]

Oh.... Oh! Wait please!! [ Caoimhe clamors over, attempting to help him steady himself by offering her body to lean against. Eventually, they go to where he wants to go, and upon hearing what he says. She gives him a slight look then recalls, ]

Oh... I do have some Dwarven ale I had hoped to give to Ydlair and Heimr... But Ydlair said to keep it... Um, would you like to have it?

[succiduous]

Dwarven ale?

[What the fuck is a dwarf]

...I'll take it.

[NO, DRUNKASS—]

[amhran]

Ah okay! [ She lets him have the bottle. ] Um, you should know... I have been told, you r-really only need a glass or two of Dwarven Ale. I-I haven't had any myself, so I do not know if this is true or not...

I

[neckromancy]

Probably.

[The answer comes out ridiculously chipper, and probably doesn't help much in the grand scheme of things. He's coming right around to lean his hip against the arm of the couch, eyes twinkling with what is clearly a worrisome cocktail of mischief and amusement.]

Although, I think our definitions of the term might differ. You know, I didn't take you for a miserable drunk. Bad break-up?

[succiduous]

[Well, Gnosis is not sharing that he did fucked up things, then! Hmph!!!]

I certainly hope not. Unless my husband filed for divorce in my absence...

[Unlikely.]

...no, it's my birthday. I'm allowed a little indulgence from time to time.

III nerd boi

[interestingtimes]

[She had, more or less, experienced most of Gnosis' downward spiral. It had been perhaps one of the most entertaining experiences thus far in the Grove, not that she would tell him that.

She liked the guy, she didn't want him to continue to spiral.

Her entertainment be damned.]

And who exactly is calling you old?

[She's 95, though she's pretty sure Drow live considerbly longer than birds.]

What an outlandish accusation.

[Yes, this is definitely mocking (affectionate).]

[succiduous]

The usual suspects. Mizuki, Irene, Wolfwood, Toge...

[You know, the whippersnappers. And Wolfwood.

Gnosis sips his water.]

Is it the way that I act...? [buddy]

[interestingtimes]

[See, only an old person would call someone a whippersnapper, Gnosis. You're not making a case for yourself.]

If it makes you feel better, I'm turning 96 soon.

[Not that it can really compare. Bird and Drow are very different species, but Gnosis was drunk enough. Perhaps he will take solace in the fact that he was not the oldest person here.

Maybe.

She hasn't gone around and asked people how old they were.]