[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

[individuating]

[okay that's not a good noise]

Are you sure it's a drink?

[individuates]

…I swallowed a shot.

It was crunchy.

[individuating]

[This face

why would you drink that Kaoru]

[individuates]

I trusted him.

[individuating]

Why?

[individuates]

Because I thought he would know more about Cael alcohol than me…

[puts the bottle back and points]

Apparently that one goes down "like paint". And that one has squirts in it. And that one, they drink on a dare.

To be honest he kind of seemed stumped when I asked him for something that didn't taste like it was scraped off a boot.

[individuating]

[This draping is now turning into something of an odd hug. His poor twin, drinking... that. But, uh, Hikaru can't honestly feel too bad for his brother. He didn't have to drink it, so really it's his own fault.]

What the hell... None of those even seem safe to touch.

[individuates]

[odd to outsiders, perhaps. Kaoru was well used to segueing into hugs from strange positions]

The Blue One is… surprisingly okay. But I think the only thing we can do is grab each bottle and figure out which one smells the nicest.

[individuating]

[kind of just

leans over the top of Kaoru to grab a bottle of something and shake it around a bit. No rattling noises, that's a good sign.]

Even if one of them smells alright, I'm not sure we could trust it.

[individuates]

…you mean there's still going to have to be actual tasting involved?

[say it ain't so, bro ;A;]

We're gonna need glasses.

[individuating]

[Pops open the bottle, takes a sniff--and recoils so fast whiplash is actually within the realm of possibility.]

Maybe we should find a guinea pig first.

[individuates]

[not that one, then. Kaoru will just… quietly take that bottle and put it far, far away.]

How about we only try the ones that pass the sniff test?

[reaches for the Falling Malt and sets that out of the way, too.]

…you wanna try the one that looks like a brick?

[individuating]

You first.

[individuates]

I was sick, you know.

[individuating]

[Jostles him gently. True that he was sick - scarily so, even - but it's pretty obvious what he's trying to pull here.]

I'm your twin, idiot. You think I'm going to buy into that excuse after you've already had some?

[...but he is now definitely more willing to do it. Dammit, Kaoru, stop pulling your brother's strings.]

[individuates]

Not this one.

[uncorking the bottle. Here, Hikaru. Sniff.]

[individuating]

[no don't make him smell it ;-; Hikaru cringes, but dutifully leans in to sniff it.]

It's... not so bad, I guess. [Surprisingly.] Kind of smells like spices.

[individuates]

Glasses?

[they're only going to try a sip, if that. But no way is Kaoru trying it on his own. You gotta back him up, big brother.]

[individuating]

[Grimaces. So you're actually serious about this, then?]

Ugh. Alright, alright.

[Drags himself off Kaoru to go fetch two glasses. As soon as he comes back, he's draping over his twin's shoulders again.]

[individuates]

[sloshes a little into each glass. Goodness that… is a little on the thick side for booze. But at least it will come back out of the glass, it's not going to stay in the bottom. Hands one to Hikaru]

Bottoms up~!

1/2

[individuating]

[are you insane did that fever actually permanently damage your brain drinks are not supposed to be that thick, Kaoru]

[individuating]

[He takes the glass willingly anyway, tightening an arm around Kaoru's shoulders and taking a deep breath to brace himself.

This is gonna suck.]

Three, two, one...

[and down the hatch it goes]

[individuates]

[don't make that face, there are liqueurs out there that are about as thick…]

[obediently takes his shot at the same time as Hikaru, mentally braced for the taste but…

…yeah. Actually that one isn't so bad - the spice is quite an interesting dimension, though it leaves a slightly dry aftertaste. He can feel the warmth in his stomach from just one sip though]

…I had no idea that booze could be filling.

[individuating]

[Yeah, liqueurs that you mix with something else to dilute them.]

It's... not so bad. Kind of gross feeling, though.

[individuates]

[picks up the bottle and squints at the Caelondian on the label]

Snider… no, Cinderbrick… oh, Stout. That explains a bit… [is it a bad sign that Kaoru does not find the drink all that objectionable?]

So this time you pick. I sniff. Try to make it a good one.

Something that doesn't have fermented Squirts in it.