thebastion | [Day 205] It's the end of the world, get drunk

Who: Georges and anyone about
Open: Open
When: 205 sometime in the afternoon
Where: Around the Monument
What: The Cael way of celebrating everyone not dying involves booze, so drink up! (Fun fact: the Cael way of mourning may also involve booze.)
Format: Any
Warnings: Drunken shenanigans, likely. Also feel free to treat this like a mingle thread and not just talking to Georges! (Although he'll try to chat with everyone if he can)

So, just to double check: A cure has been found? Everyone's recovered? No one's dead? It's safe to leave the house now? Excellent.

With this fact well known, one can find Georges starting off his morning not hanging about the bar (as is his custom as the only bartender in the Bastion) but in fact setting up something in front of the Monument. Tables, chairs, some blankets to sit on when those inevitably run out... There's also something of a makeshift bar area, a variety of liquor in fascinating bottles set up along with some glasses.

Everything is all finished up around the afternoon, and Georges goes behind his little makeshift table-bar to cup his hands around his mouth so he can yell-

"DRINKS ON THE HOUSE!"

...What do you mean he technically never makes anyone pay for booze at the end of the world? Just come up and have a drink, Georges will be happy to recommend something. Or maybe bother someone else having a drink?

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[Someone sat down next to him. Someone sat down next to him.

Rob tenses slightly. He hadn't been prepared for someone to just sit down here; there are plenty of other tables free that're closer to the bar. He came here to try and be social, yes, but starting conversations with random people is hard.

He sips his Mender Mead, a part of his mind wishing that he could be the kind of drunk that became extremely self-confident. Instead, alcohol's usual effect on him was to amplify whatever emotions he was feeling at the time. In this case, it's nervousness and anxiety. He'll just sit here quietly like a man waiting for his execution.]

[Roxas is not the most observant, especially not right now, but he still manages to pick up on that.]

Um... Is it okay for me to sit here?

[Maybe he should have asked first.]

[He probably should've, but Rob's going to try and be polite.]

Yeah.

[His voice is low and a little hard to make out. He manages to not look quite so tense but can't get rid of it all. But a conversation has been started, so now all he has to do is continue it, right?

...How does he small talk?]

So, uh, what're you drinking?

Oh. It's, um, Bull Brandy. It's the only kind I've had before.

[The one time that he ever drank.]

Some stuff just doesn't taste that good.

I've had that before. Brandy, not Bull Brandy. It's kind of interesting once it goes down. Can see how'd clear your head. I don't really like most alcohols that much, but this is one I'm okay with. "Mender Mead", he called it.

["Clear your head," yep, sounds good.]

Is it sweet?

Yeah. A bit bitter, too, but not as bitter as other alcohol; that's why I'm drinking it.

[His voice has gained some more volume, but he's still pretty quiet.]

[Roxas nods in at least some understanding. Then:]

Have you been here long? I- haven't been around much lately.

[Rob shakes his head slightly, and the curved barbell in his septum bounces as he does.]

Got here yesterday.

Oh.

No wonder you're drinking.

[Another slight headshake.]

I'm drinking because otherwise I'd just be sitting here doing nothing.

...

I don't get it.

I don't have any books or anything else to do while I'm here, and I don't wanna just sit here and stare at nothing, so I got a drink. Besides, it's been a couple months since the last time I've had alcohol, and it's free right now, so... [He shrugs and takes another sip.]

Somebody's gotta have books to borrow. For later anyway.

Something to look into.

[But since it requires talking to people, it might be a while before he does.]

Yeah.

-oh, um, I'm Roxas. By the way.

I'm Rob.

[...And he's not sure what to say now. If Roxas feels like he's leading the conversation... that's because he is. He might have noticed that Rob isn't very good at this.]

[Not really. Roxas is not exactly the epitome of a smooth conversationalist either, but the booze loosens him up a little.]

Nice to meet you, I guess.

Well, I mean. It's not really the best place. But at least you got here after all the plague stuff.

[Rob nods, piercing bouncing again.]

I heard about that. Doesn't sound like it was very fun.

[His voice increases in volume midway through speaking, and although it's still low it isn't as hard to hear anymore.]

[By contrast, Roxas's voice quiets a bit as he stares into his drink.]

No. It was- scary.

[Rob says nothing for a bit. He hasn't thought about plagues much, but thinking about what it would be like to live through one, especially a potentially deadly one where you wouldn't know if you or the people you cared about would survive? Yeah, that sounds like it would be pretty scary.]

At least you got through it in one piece.

Yeah. I guess so.

[He doesn't seem terribly reassured by this, and it takes him a moment to speak again.]

And then, once I'm all better, I can look for my friends.

...What happened to them?

They're missing. Out on the Skyway.

[Rob's silent for a bit, not sure what to say.]

I hope you find 'em.

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