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

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.

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[After some things at the organization table, Saix finally ventures inside to the bar proper. Once he sees Anya, he heads over promptly.]

Were you really throwing condoms at people at some point?

[Someone was talking to Skyla.]

Throwing condoms? Of course not.

I was distributing them.

I see. Quite a difference then. What spurred about that burst of generosity?

Well, I started to realize just how oblivious and unprepared everyone is. I don't want the women here to suffer for it.

Ah, of course. Pregnancy. I don't think anyone here is prepared for that.

They don't seem prepared for anything.

I had a few chats with the ones who didn't threaten bodily harm, and besides us, I think a concerted effort by the Bastion's teenage population would only come up with what goes where. And only in the most vanilla, heterosexual positions.