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

[aneikonic]

I appreciate it.

[ And he'll help himself to some of the food he got Will. He'll let Will sober up and see if if the flirt hits him later. ]

[goldenambition]

[Oh it hit, or at least Will recognized it as such. But see, it's a joke. Still, it's clear his mental gears are whirling as he eats and drinks, his chipper mood sliding to contemplative]

[aneikonic]

[ And Clive notices. It's one of the things he's better at. ]

Gil for your thoughts?

[goldenambition]

[He doesn't respond at first, mind sluggish still. But fear too, is sluggish]

...you really think a blush is a good look on me?

[aneikonic]

I do, yes.

[ No hesitation, his head tilting a little to the side. ]

And it does.

[goldenambition]

[His ears puffs a little and the blush darknens. Rude!!]

Tch. Careful what you say, boyo. Or I might get he wrong idea.

[aneikonic]

That I'm flirting with you?

[ There's amusement in his eyes. ]

[goldenambition]

[Oop and there goes his tail too]

Yes. Seasons save I can' tell if you're an idiot or you think I'm one!

[Time to drown in his soup]

[aneikonic]

[ Pft, Founders Flames. He watches Will for a moment before: ]

It couldn't possibly be I am, right?

[goldenambition]

...

[There's a shiftiness to his gaze. One Clive would recognize: Will is considering shutting this down like he did when called out on his need to 'preform'.

... but he doesn't.]

Not used to earnest blokes like you flirting with me.

[aneikonic]

[ Yeah, he notices it, recognizes it. Ah, is he coming too close to the parts of Will that he keeps hidden? He opens his mouth to say something and pauses, reconsiders, his voice softening. ]

You know you don't have to be anyone but yourself around me, right?

[goldenambition]

... Clive, I'm not sure I even know who that is.

[he gives a small self defeating laugh at that. Wow, how pathetic?]

I do know, though. I meant when I said I trust you. You're a good guy.

[aneikonic]

[ Oh. He scrubs his fingers against his jaw, feeling the rasp of stubble there. Sorry this next part is awkward. ]

I'm... here... to help you figure that out, if you want.

[ Awkward cause it's not a flirt. ]

[goldenambition]

[That makes Will smile and laugh softly]

You might not like what's actually there, you know.

[aneikonic]

Won't know that until I see it, now will I?

[ And Will himself said he was unsure so. ]

[goldenambition]

[Yes but clearly it must be bad, right?]

Fair 'nuff. Okay, here's one for free then. Whippoorwill isn' my birthname.

[aneikonic]

[ Absolutely horrid, he's sure. ]

Moniker?

[goldenambition]

[He shakes his head]

Don' know the original one. Jay gave me this one when he took me in... birds are a Thing with his family so I guess he thought it would make me feel... I dunno. Like I belonged there? He was a kid, can' judge him for it too much.

[aneikonic]

[ That makes sense and Clive nods gently. ]

I don't. He loved you, and to him, you were his brother.

[ Why else name him a part of the family. ]

[goldenambition]

[The fondness and adoration in his tone is obvious]

Yeah. I'll never get why he did it. If I had to guess I think he was lonely. His ma was never around and she was... a real piece of work, that one. But still, it takes some kinda crazy love to do that and keep it up for over twenty years, doesn' it?

[aneikonic]

It does. That's a bond that time and distance wont ever break.

[ It's one he recognizes well. In turn he offers:]

Clive is, sadly, my real name, but the rest of the world mostly knows me as Cid the Outlaw.

[goldenambition]

Cid?

[That makes him chuckle]

I can' picture you as a Cid. Maybe a dashing outlaw, but not Cid.

[aneikonic]

[ The chuckle makes him smile in turn. ]

Probably because it's the name of the man who came before me. I carry on his Legacy, the detestable wretch that he was.

[ That last part is obviously a joke, as Clives voice is just as fond as when Will was speaking of his brother. ]

[goldenambition]

Oooh, I get it. Your mentor?

[aneikonic]

[ A nod. ]

And a good man.