[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]

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.

[amourtician]

[Jay snorts.]

Not really, darling. I did those things in the first place, after all.

[coolerthansora]

My best friend did bad stuff before. I think it's good- that he doesn't have to anymore.

[amourtician]

[Jay looks at Roxas, sharply.]

He never had to, darling. Neither did I. It's ... ah. Best you don't feel too sorry for either of us. I made my choices. I'm sure your friend did too. We have to, ah. Well. We have to live with them.

[He suddenly looks gloomy and uncomfortable.]

[coolerthansora]

Sometimes it's harder to choose to do other stuff. I get it.

[amourtician]

[Jay shakes his head.]

You're far, far too kind, dearest. Be careful. Kindness ... can be an awful weakness.

[coolerthansora]

Sora's too nice, I'm just me.

[Yeah, that makes perfect sense.]

[amourtician]

Er. Yes, darling, you're your own person--

[Jay's brow wrinkles. He's very confused.]

[coolerthansora]

[Never mind Jay's confusion, this is like the best compliment to Roxas and he actually smiles.]

Yeah! I am.

[amourtician]

[Jay only gets more confused.]

Er. But ... isn't everyone, dearest? Even those with siblings?

[coolerthansora]

Some people don't think so 'cause they're jerks.