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

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.”

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[This is surprising, coming from the nice guy who helped him out not so long ago. Min knows some people don't handle their booze well, but this seems extreme. He instinctively does step out of the way when he's told to, but turns around to give him a look of concern.]

Are you all right?

[it sure is extreme! his appearance isn't changed besides the way he holds himself, almost like a lounging wild cat observing prey, but it's still a far cry from the sheepish man who tried to make himself small in the shop. in fact, he doesn't look at min-gi with any sort of recognition.]

Me? Hell yeah. I got drinks and a show. You got a problem?

[Min really doesn't know what to make of the change. The only thing he's sure of is he really doesn't like it.

He stands there, unsure what to say for far too long.]

Uh... no?

[min-gi, would you believe that he gets that a lot? :D?]

Ya sure? Yer face is all... [razlo screws up his expression in a cartoonish mockery of min's distress. he is very rude.]

[Wow. Okay. Now some of the initial shock is wearing off, that does piss him off.]

Dude. Whatever you're drinking, you've had way too much of it.

[meanwhile, min-gi is just getting laughed at some more.]

Please. Shit don't work on me. Sorry to bust yer bubble, fresh meat, but I'm just like this. Y'wanna fight about it?

[Somehow he doesn't believe him. There's no other explanation for the drastic personality change.]

Of course not. Why would I want to fight?

[he almost starts with well why wouldn't ANYONE want to fight at every chance, but actually...]

Yeah, yer right. If I was an uptight runt like you, I couldn't go toe-to-toe with Razlo the Tri-Punisher'a Death, either.

[Oh. That's the right approach if Razlo wants to get a rise out of him. Min bristles, Razlo clearly hitting a sore spot.

Unfortunately he knows full well he couldn't take someone who wasn't towering over him and made of pure muscle, let alone someone who clearly is. All he can really do is get even more annoyed.]

So what if I can't? Just because I don't want to fight you that doesn't make me uptight.

[It doesn't, but Min-Gi is so uptight. He always has been.]

[even if it still doesn't make him want to tussle, min getting offended and even slightly worked up is so goddamn satisfying for raz.]

Yer lecturin' someone -- who burns poison off in five seconds -- about drinkin'. In a bar. If y'were any tighter-up, ya'd be a metal spring.

So what if we're in a bar? That isn't an excuse to turn into an asshole.

[The words alone are a definite sign that Razlo has got well and truly under his skin, but if that wasn't enough of a hint his skin is red and blotchy with anger.

He really isn't doing much to disprove Razlo's point.]

[ohhh, he's loving it. the only thing raz doesn't really get is why min-gi's so convinced he should be acting otherwise...

... ah.]

You met Liv, huh? Again, this is just me. Y'want nice, y'gotta wait 'til he's back in the driver's seat.

[That forces him to stop and try and figure out what he's telling him.

Unfortunately Min still can't piece it together. He's seen some strange things, but nothing like Razlo/Livio's situation.]

What do you mean?

[unfortunately, razlo is far shorter on patience than most folks, so he just rolls his eyes.]

Y'got more hot air than brains in yer head, guy. It ain't that complicated; I ain't Livio, he's asleep. Usually I'm the one takin' a break, but ya got lucky enough to meet me.

Min-Gi.

[Honestly, he still doesn't get what's going on but the implication he's stupid keeps him from pushing for a more direct explanation. Instead he'll settle for glowering.]

I don't feel so lucky.

[razlo is not the best or the kindest at explaining, so it isn't min's fault whatsoever. and maybe being bad at conversation is making raz a bit grumpy, especially compared to how good of a time he was having bullying the poor guy.]

Then fuck off, Min-Gi. Yer a buzzkill, 'n I ain't even buzzed.

[There's a part of him that would like to continue to argue, to prove him wrong. But a bigger part of him is scared of what this guy could do to him if he wanted to.

All Min can really do is bristle and do what he's told, leaving to go stew uselessly in his feelings.]

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

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