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

[bastionpc]

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?

Comments

[yinyangfox]

After a brief whiff of the drink and view of its richness, Seimei found himself less discontented by the lack of sake. In fact, he was fairly eager to try this new thing, which was unusual for him. Perhaps a brush with death opened up his willingness to be a little more reckless in experiences.

"Abe no Seimei," he said by way of introduction, having never formally met the individual before him. "And I thank you. sake is my cultural drink of choice, but the beverage before me has a pleasant bouquet and you surely know your drinks well enough to give a man what he needs over what he wants."

Lifting his glass slightly, Seimei offered a light toast on Georges behalf before taking a hearty swallow of the contents. It couldn't hurt to try and get drunk for once, though he very much doubted the possibility.

[bastionpc]

Bartenders really should be a bit more impervious to flattery, but, well, Georges can't help but be pleased and give a little tip of his head in acknolwedgement with a grin on his face. It's been a while since he's heard some, anyway.

"Georges. I've heard a bit about you from just listening around, but it's a lot better to meet folks face to face! Especially here when it's pretty much a guarantee." He eases back a bit, watching to make sure the drink goes down alright. Some of the reactions to his drinks throughout today have been... Well, they didn't quite know what they were getting into, let's leave it at that.

"I got a few drinks that are good for the health, but I'd say the Mead is one of those that goes down the nicest. Let me know how it is, won't you?"

[yinyangfox]

Seimei was a drinker by nature and unlikely to be thrown by anything that wasn't packing a particular wallop, but working out of his usual comfort zone meant he needed a little time to adapt. It still went down better than either of them might have immediate expected and he smiled in spite of himself.

"It is....very robust?" he offered, sniffing the contents remaining in his cup. "I enjoy the flavor. I am unfamiliar with things outside of sake and umeshu or their relatives. Perhaps I should make more effort to explore local spirits?" he mused, arching a brow at the cup before taking another long swallow.

"Dare I ask what you've heard of me, Georges-san?"

[bastionpc]

Shifting into what he knows definitely has Georges seeming to perk up. It's been a bit tricky to get some of the younger crowd interesting in Caelondian spirits- they're all foreigners so he supposes it's only to be expected. So to have a chance to explain his wares definitely has him starting to gesture as he talks. "I'd welcome it! Caelondian spirits are one of a kind, you know. A lot of them are good for a fighter's body, or can help you out when you're on the Skyway. A lot of them have their history from our military groups, like the Menders or Masons, so... Well, heh, some of them are definitely a soldier's kind of drink! I can always recommend you others like Mender's Mead, however."

He rattles it all off without pausing for breath, cheery in his element. The next question has him pause just a bit.

"Not too much as I'd like, to be honest! But a bit. You have that nice house here, and Zulf- I like to chat with some of the folks who work in the kitchen if they indulge me- he says you're a properly educated kind of man."

[yinyangfox]

"Properly educated? Haha, odd sort of thing to say, but I suppose my choice of seclusion does not really avail people to anything more worth saying about me," he mused, holding his cup out for more to drink. He was perfectly willing to be served a variety of drinks designed to help in one way or the other. Granted his actual goal was to attempt getting drunk, but healing himself wasn't such a bad idea either.

"A kind compliment on my home, by the way. I simply designed it based on my world - I share the same origins with many others here, albeit different variations. I only wanted a place others could be comfortable in while keeping it away from the technological advances of others. I find all of this electricity very distracting."

[bastionpc]

Georges hardly needs to be prompted. More Mender's Mead becomes poured. Way he figures, it's a good thing to stick with until Seimei is a bit too drunk to care about the tastes of anything else. That should help take the shock of 'em off.

Probably.

"That's good, then. Times like this, it really helps for folks to have something familiar to look towards! I can't really say the same about electricity... But then, I suppose I've grown up with it, more or less, so it isn't as much of a bother."

[yinyangfox]

"We do not have anything like it where I am from. Unless you count magic, or storms. The nights are quiet and it is far easier to ruminate on matters," he mused aloud, tilting his head in thanks for the refill and setting to drinking. He wanted to do his best to blitz himself, this seemed as good a way as any.

"I do not know that I can ever adapt to the modern man's constant need for noise. I prefer a certain quietude."