[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

[coolerthansora]

It could be. I bet there's magic in- involved.

Magic's what made us all mer people anyway.

[amourtician]

"Made"? Er ...

[Jay blinks at Roxas. Is Roxas drunk, too? He looks a little too young to drink.]

[coolerthansora]

[He may be a little young but he is totally drinking. Georges is not exactly strict.]

Well, not now. [Obviously right now he has legs and he kicks them in demonstration.] When we went to- Atlantica. When Sora did.

[amourtician]

We? Did you ... ah. Did you have companions, then, for your ... knightly quests?

[Sorry, Roxas. Jay is drunk and the only cultural touchstone he has for your situation is Tevtonian knights.]

[coolerthansora]

K-knightly...?

[Okay, Sora might have liked the idea but he definitely isn't a knight.]

Sora- always had people helping him on his.. his "knightly quests." [Snort.]

[amourtician]

Who was Sora?

[Jay regrets having to say was. It shows on his face.]

[coolerthansora]

He's my brother.

[Roxas, on the other hand, is still on present tense for this one. Sora is a hero and a world-hopper; even if his home world was destroyed it doesn't mean anything.]

[amourtician]

Oh. Er. I'm ... I'm sorry.

[He's apologising because in his view, Sora is almost certainly dead.]

Older, younger? I have ... well, had ... a twin back home. She, ah. Died some time before all this malarkey with apocalypses, though.

[coolerthansora]

I say he's younger 'cause I picked my birthday so it's earlier, but- he was around first, except then we were the same...

[This is a more difficult question than it should be.]

Sorry- 'bout your sister.

[amourtician]

Picked your birthday?

[Jay looks utterly bewildered, here.]

[coolerthansora]

Yeah. I wanted my own 'cause we're different people.

[amourtician]

... ah. But ... how come you chose it? Er. Are you twins?

[coolerthansora]

No, we're just the same age.

[Let him confuse you more.]

[amourtician]

[Jay blinks. He's too drunk for this.]

Oh. You were adopted? Er. Honestly, I'm baffled, darling.

[coolerthansora]

[And Roxas is clearly not sober enough to explain this intelligibly.]

It confuses me, too, sometimes...

[amourtician]

[Jay shakes his head.]

Well, ah. Never mind, then. How are you enjoying the party?

[coolerthansora]

I like the drinks, they make the thinking harder.

[amourtician]

[That draws a harsh laugh from Jay.]

Oh yes. They're handy, that way. Their best feature, really.

[coolerthansora]

You don't wanna think either, huh?

[amourtician]

[Jay laughs.]

I never want to think, dearest, except when I'm working. And I shan't be working here.

[coolerthansora]

How come? What d'you do?

[amourtician]

[Jay hesitates.]

All sorts of nasty things, darling. All sorts of nasty things. Not to be spoken of in polite company or, for that matter, squeamish company.

[coolerthansora]

Oh...

Are you not doing 'em now- 'cause you didn't like it?

[amourtician]

Something like that, darling.

[Partially a lie. But Roxas doesn't have to know that.]

[coolerthansora]

[Roxas isn't coherent enough to question it.]

Well, that's good then.