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]

[ Gold, hawks (stolas?), and flowers he doesn't know but he can look up. The warning makes him pause and not solemnly. ]

Nothing to remind him of the phoenix?

[ He assumes and he can most certainly do that, though now he wonders how Luca's Phoenix looks if hawks/stolas' are his favorite animals. Other than horses. ]

Thank you, Kiera, I think this should be enough for now. I appreciate it.

[cryopathy]

The feathers are fine. It's the hair. [she doesn't offer any more detail, but her tone remains steely.

at least until he eases off. then they, too, relax once more.]

You should also know that he's partial to apple pie.

[aneikonic]

[ Got it. Gold, hawks, flowers, apple pie. He nods, adding that last bit to his mental list, then reaches out to take their hand and squeeze it.

His eyes crinkle a little in a soft smile. ]

Anything else I should beware of?

[cryopathy]

[kiera is, unsurprisingly, not accustomed to physical affection. it makes their breath catch once more, but they easily disguise it as the hiccup of a drunkard.]

Hm... No, I shouldn't think so. I'll spare you the "if you hurt him" speech -- I can imagine you already understand, given your respect for your own brother.

[aneikonic]

Aha, I do. Yet if it makes you feel better, you most certainly can. Thank you, Kiera.

[ And if they thinks they're not going to get a gift of their own in return, they're sorely mistaken. Clive will figure out something Kiera likes and surprise them. ]

Let me buy you a round.

[ No this isn't the gift. ]

[cryopathy]

[thank the beasts he offers, because they were getting ready to demand it. debts should be repaid, and all!]

Ah, a true gentleman! You needn't offer twice.

[aneikonic]

[ That makes him laugh and he gets up. When he comes back, he'll have another round for them, and one for himself, and he'll sit back down.

Then raise his glass. ]

To you.