[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

[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?

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.

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???]

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]

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]

[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.

[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!]

[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.

[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]

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?

[succiduous]

A light breeze— [takes a deep breath. Closes the cabinet.] —travels at 4 to 7 miles per hour. Wind knocking someone over on average takes a speed of about 70 miles per hour.

[How do you manage to do this while drunk]

[succiduous]

I'm a quarter of your age, you said?

[Take solace in the fact that he's shitfaced and won't remember the past two hours]

[succiduous]

[...

He just starts fucking chugging. He can't handle his emotions, get rid of them. He doesn't need this.]

I am— [pointing his index finger at Mizuki, holding the liquor bottle by the neck with the rest of his fingers,] a notoriously bad friend. You'll see.

[Threatens you with??? being the worst????]

[oleaeuropaea]

Someone said that? They must be really old then!!

[Is he trying to scoot away? Maybe just a little....]

You know, I think I hear someone calling my name. Maybe it's the moose lady! I better go!

[mooninthewater]

You've yet to show me that, Mister Gnosis. But, I'll be waiting for that moment. In the meantime- [ He reaches a hand out to put over Gnosis' around the bottle, holding it there and giving a small squeeze. ] -I'm glad to have someone like you consider me a friend.

Thank you.

[succiduous]

[What the fuck bro you can't just gaslight him like this]

Her name is Moder— [The moose lady...] —I don't hear anything at all. I have a feeling you're trying to get out of this conversation.

[Sips his water.]

I have evidence, in fact. [brother you don't even know your own name right now]

[cleavethetides]

[ ...

Irene whips her rapier out and flicks it upward to levitate Gnosis into the air. ]

[succiduous]

[Great news. Mizuki's hand is coming with him when he goes to take another drink.]

Honestly, [he starts, and if Mizuki's still holding his hand then so be it,] you're too nice. I could call you names and you'd still want to be around me. Why are you nice.

[what the fuck is this conversation gnosis]

[succiduous]

[UPSET CRANE SQUAWKING????]

[oleaeuropaea]

[The horror creeps over his face, like water being spilled over his head.]

E-evidence? What evidence?

[He's going to start picking up cushions or any other decorative items. Where's the microphone! Who bugged him]

[succiduous]

[Laughs evilly against the rim of his glass!!]

Oh, you know. The evidence.

[He starts... like, actually snickering as Vash picks up cushions and stuff.]

[mooninthewater]

[ Oh okay. That’s fine. He’s like half leaning on Gnosis now, hope that’s okay— ]

Mmh… I suppose because I want to give the world what it’s given me…? That probably sounds silly, ehe…

[ Mizuki isn’t one to go talking about himself usually, but he’ll offer that small little nugget, at least. ]

I don’t think there’s really such a thing as “too” nice, anyway.