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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It's very lovely. What kind of song is it?

[Zulf is strictly opposed to alcohol. That doesn't mean he's not around, Cubone trailing behind him and still clinging to his skirt.]

[Jay pauses and gives a rueful, humourless grin. He's glad to see Zulf, however.]

It's an old folk song, darling. Mostly about drinking and forgetting one's woes.

I see... I've heard a few different bar songs while in Caelondia, but I'm afraid I can never remember any of them.

I really only know one song, and it's... not particularly fit for most occasions.

[Funerary songs are like that. Zulf gestures to a bar stool nearby.]

Would you mind if I sat with you?

You, darling? No, not at all! I'd be ... [Jay grins, a little suggestively.] I'd be honoured if you sat with me, dearest.

[The suggestiveness seems to go right past Zulf, and he instead simply takes a seat.]

Oh, I'm hardly that important. There's no need to be honoured by anything about me.

[Jay leans forward and puts a hand against Zulf's cheek. He's very drunk and thus far more affectionate than usual.]

Nonsense, darling. You're important to me.

[Zulf was so awfully kind to Jay the first day, after all.]

[what]

[what's happening here]

[For a brief second, Zulf is startled and confused although not perhaps for the reasons one might think. There's just a slightly different association with this gesture with the Ura. But then his brain quickly corrects itself- foreigner, not Ura- and he gives an awkward smile with his hand raising up to gently remove the hand.]

I'm glad I've managed to help, then. How much have you had to drink?

[Jay completely fails to notice Zulf's alarm.]

Oh, I don't know, darling. Five or so drinks? Big ones, of course.

[...Well, that would explain it.]

Perhaps it may be best if you stopped for a while, or had some water. They can be rather, well- strong I've heard.

[Jay snorts.]

I'll just take laudanum later and sleep right through the hangover, dearest. Though ... maybe water isn't such a bad idea. Hmmm.

[Zulf waves for Georges to bring some water over, taking the glass to hand over to Jay.]

You really can hold your drink, I must say. It's rather impressive.

[Jay takes the glass and drains half of it before speaking.]

Long years of practise, dearest. I started drinking when I was young and I'm ... I think I'm thirty-three, now. It's hard to keep track of time when you, ah, switch worlds like I have. Like we all have.

Ah- we're close to the same age then. [That seems to be a more positive conversation to head towards, at any rate.]

Huh. Thought you'd be younger, darling. I'm ancient!

Oh no. [Zulf gives a quiet laugh.] I just have good genes- from my father's side, I've been told.

[Jay smiles. It's a bit lecherous.]

Oh, darling, I'd drink to your genes!

I still say it seems like you've had quite enough to drink.

[It's said with a bit of a smile, however. Zulf isn't taking the flirting seriously- it's hard to take people seriously when you think they're hammered.]

[Jay laughs. He doesn't mind, as long as nobody hits him for being so blatantly queer.]

No, really, darling, you're awfully good-looking. And you've been so kind to me ...

[Definitely drunk.]

You were in such a state, I couldn't just leave you. I'm certain it's what anyone would have done.

[Jay snorts.]

You have such a very rosy view of people, dearest.

When I stop having a rosy view of people, I'd probably start ruining lives.

[Fun thoughts. He sighs and shakes his head.]

Really, it's only a viewpoint I've been able to get back into recently.

[Jay laughs.]

I've never mastered it myself and I've been doing just fine, darling!

You're sure? I don't want to seem too doubting... This all is just a lot to take in.

Hmmm? I'm not sure what you mean, dearest.

But then again, I'm quite drunk and just ... ahhhh, enjoying the sound of your voice.

[Zulf just gives a slight shake of his head.]

Well, I was a speaker before all this. I suppose it's just natural.

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