[Day 230] We're still not dead! Time to get drunk until we are

[bastionpc]

Who: Georges, you, and so much alcohol
Open: Open
When: Day 230, from noon til night
Where: Inside and outside the Distillery
What: In which planning is attempted, an obnoxious amount of booze is shoved at everyone, and Georges needs help with some things
Format: Pick your poison
Warnings: Drunk shenanigans at some point, likely


So, in the morning, Georges makes sure to stop anyone before they can go out onto the Skyway or get a bite to eat, or basically attempt to carry on with their lives like normal. With the most recent near death experience, he seems to be aiming to be more insistently friendly, apparently.

"Hey there! I got everyone together for some drinks, well, last time since we all needed one after that and I figured why not do it again? Come over to the Distillery later today, and I'll have some things whipped up! Oh- and by the way. That Ura fella, Zulf, he wanted folks to meet up and try and figure a few things out, get a bit more organization 'round here I suppose. If you could pass this around, that'd be great!"

And, sure enough, at around noon-ish Georges has once again set up some things. There are tables just outside the distillery, the largest he could manage (which is just a couple pressed up against one another) done up specifically for anyone who wants to sit around and be responsible.

For those who don't care about or don't trust themselves with responsibility, there's a couple smaller tables scattered about both inside and outside. As usual, Georges is behind the bar with a row of bottles on display. Ask him about them, chat with one another, or just focus on getting utterly and completely smashed, do as you like.

Maybe if you're chatty enough, you might even get roped into something.

Comments

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko's not really here to be social either, but she does take the time to track Rin down-- which isn't hard, considering the food available. She stops to lean against the doorway to the kitchen]

Not joining everyone?

[hellpyre]

[Food usually means Rin is around somewhere, so that was a pretty good deduction on Zuko's part.]

Hmn? Oh... no. Not feelin' up to bein' social tonight...

[daughterofursa]

Just tonight? You spent the last celebration we had napping.

I thought I was supposed to be watching for you avoiding people.

[hellpyre]

I was really tired last time. I ain't avoidin' people.

[Except that she is right now.]

[daughterofursa]

That seems to be exactly what you're doing.

Is something wrong?

[hellpyre]

I--... I've just got somethin' on my mind, that's all...

[daughterofursa]

You want to talk about it?

[hellpyre]

... I'unno. It might not be somethin' you wanna hear about.

[daughterofursa]

We're friends. That... shouldn't matter, right?

[Zuko, stop being so unsure about whether you're friends with people.]

[hellpyre]

Duh we're friends.

[Geez, Zuko.]

That ain't the problem. Not everyone wants to hear about their friend's-- ... erm... sex life...

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko's eyes widen. The turn of phrase is unfamiliar but she does at least have a basic understanding of sex.]

You... You mean you... with Ryuuji?

[hellpyre]

[Don't mind her face turning red all the way to her ears]

Y-yeah...

[daughterofursa]

Isn't that irresponsible? What if you got... well, "knocked up"?

[Sorry, Rin. Contraception and recreational sex are not part of her limited knowledge. She doesn't mean to be judgmental, she's just worried.]

[hellpyre]

H-hey it's only irresponsible if you're not safe! And we were!

[There's good reason to be concerned, though...]

At least... I thought we were...

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko's brow furrows. Safe?]

What are you talking about?

[hellpyre]

[awkward cough]

I'm uhm. I'm late.

[daughterofursa]

...late for what?

[Guess who could never bring herself to ask her uncle what that was all about.]

[hellpyre]

[. . . you're making this difficult, Zuko.]

Y'know like. ... period? That whole thing that kinda... stops if you're knocked up?

[daughterofursa]

[Yeah, she's starting to feel really awkward about this. Rin seems to take whatever she's saying for common knowledge.]

Oh. You mean...? I didn't know that stopped.

Wait. Then you're saying you think you really might be?

[hellpyre]

[There are a lot of things Rin doesn't know but Shiro at least had the mind to give both her and Yuki a talk about certain things when they reached a particular age.

Granted it was all stuff Yuki already knew but it was news to Rin at least.]

I-I don't know! But I'm usually pretty regular and this is the first time I've been late at all since I got here...

[daughterofursa]

Well- I know I've been... late before, and I've definitely never...

It might not mean anything. It's too early to know, right?

[hellpyre]

I-I wouldn't be so worried about it if--... I mean I wanted to, I want to be with him but--

... fuck.

[daughterofursa]

[Okay, this is far from Zuko's area of expertise, but Rin doesn't need her being super awkward about it. Anyway, it's not like she's never thought about having kids, she just didn't know much about how that works. She takes a breath.]

Calm down.

I know you're not ready to be a mom, but if that's what happens, you'll get through it. And you won't be alone.

[hellpyre]

... I know that. But... d'ya really think some kid is gonna be okay with bein' my kid? I know Satan might not be around anymore but fuck-- I'm still a half demon! That means they'd be part demon, too!

[Naturally Rin has over thought this to death already and has a million and one worries running through her head.

This is what happens when you stay up for almost two days straight, unable to sleep and only able to think and think and think while your boyfriend snores away next to you.

Poor Bon is still blissfully unaware of all this.]

B-besides that, even with everyone else, I'd still be a terrible mom!

[daughterofursa]

You really think this is the kind of place where it matters what you are?

You aren't your father. You wouldn't bring your kid up to be like that. And you wouldn't be a terrible mom.