You Guys Had A Rough Month(s), Time To Drink

[unheiring]

Who: Anyone and everyone.
What: It’s a bar log, throw your characters on here.
When: After the Arbor has gone away but before the snakes come to play.
Where: The Watchtower Bar
Warnings: Alcohol, per usual.


Well, it’s been a long few months. A lot of you have died. Some of you probably repeatedly. But there’s good news to be had. The bar is still open, and between Luca and his spirit companion, there’s plenty of hands to pass everything around. In fact, Luca actually seems to be encouraging it. Anyone found to be in a state of melancholy is encouraged to stop by.

It isn’t just alcohol, mind you. Anyone in need of a hot meal will find one waiting for them on the hearth. Rather than stew, he’s serving something else this month. And of course, there is the usual assortment of cheeses to go around.

He’s also set up something special. All of the tables are more pushed to the side than usual, leaving a fair bit of room at the center of the room. Set up nearby are the records he’d received for the holiday, playing some more lively tunes. Need a dance? You’ll have one. Just mind the hearth, he can’t exactly move that.

Luca, of course, will put it best. “Come and revel. The months have been long and cold, and we know not what tomorrow brings.”

Comments

[unheiring]

I suppose I appreciate your discretion.

[He even has the tiniest hint of a smile, even if the rest of his expression seems dark and mournful.]

That is... putting it mildly. And yet at the same time, it's comforting. I was always afraid of forgetting his face.

[Ugh, he makes a face.]

If you keep on about this, I am going to steal that bottle back.

[livlaughlove]

[huh. that's... sad. and razlo fucking hates those soft, mushy feelings that contrast so badly with how sharp and streamlined he tries to keep himself. he scrunches his nose, cradling the bottle closer to himself.]

Hell, no, I like this one. Didn't know I was gettin' into sob-story shit in the first place.

[unheiring]

Beggars cannot be choosers when pressing someone for their stories.

[He laughs without humor.]

I will stop boring you, though. My apologies for carrying on.

[livlaughlove]

[even knowing he's twisting the knife, raz snaps back.]

Hey, yer the one that brought 'im up in the first place, don't get pissed at me.

[it feels bad, even as he says it. but that doesn't mean he's going to magically learn manners.]

Ain't judgin' you or what the hell ever, just -- we can drop it.

[unheiring]

[Luca's feathers raise, a threat display if there ever was one. Too bad he only comes up to Razlo's armpit.]

All I said was that the liquor would be restocked by him in the morning. You were the one who decided to press.

[He makes a dismissive motion.]

Why don't you go bother someone else?

[livlaughlove]

[oh, this little shrimp thinks he can scare razlo the tri-punisher of death off, does he??

... well, even if he knows he could fold luca in half seven ways to sunday, raz actually feels... something thorny and stomach-turning and upsetting about all this. after a moment of silent fuming, he gives a grumpy huff.]

Maybe I will. Goddamn! [just gonna slink off, then. christ, he needs a mood boost after this.]