[Day 230] We're still not dead! Time to get drunk until we are

[bastionpc]

Who: Georges, you, and so much alcohol
Open: Open
When: Day 230, from noon til night
Where: Inside and outside the Distillery
What: In which planning is attempted, an obnoxious amount of booze is shoved at everyone, and Georges needs help with some things
Format: Pick your poison
Warnings: Drunk shenanigans at some point, likely


So, in the morning, Georges makes sure to stop anyone before they can go out onto the Skyway or get a bite to eat, or basically attempt to carry on with their lives like normal. With the most recent near death experience, he seems to be aiming to be more insistently friendly, apparently.

"Hey there! I got everyone together for some drinks, well, last time since we all needed one after that and I figured why not do it again? Come over to the Distillery later today, and I'll have some things whipped up! Oh- and by the way. That Ura fella, Zulf, he wanted folks to meet up and try and figure a few things out, get a bit more organization 'round here I suppose. If you could pass this around, that'd be great!"

And, sure enough, at around noon-ish Georges has once again set up some things. There are tables just outside the distillery, the largest he could manage (which is just a couple pressed up against one another) done up specifically for anyone who wants to sit around and be responsible.

For those who don't care about or don't trust themselves with responsibility, there's a couple smaller tables scattered about both inside and outside. As usual, Georges is behind the bar with a row of bottles on display. Ask him about them, chat with one another, or just focus on getting utterly and completely smashed, do as you like.

Maybe if you're chatty enough, you might even get roped into something.

Comments

[fuckthemancers]

[That sort of response clearly wasn't what he was expecting, because Zulf looks surprised for a moment before giving an awkward kind of smile.]

You really are very sweet, Jay.

[amourtician]

Hah!

[Jay shakes his head.]

Thank you for saying so, darling, but ah. I think I'd like some of whatever it is you're smoking right now.

[fuckthemancers]

It's... Ah, it can be a bit strong. Just as a warning. Most Caels can barely take a puff before losing consciousness.

[amourtician]

[Jay smirks.]

Darling, I've got a laudanum habit. I can take it.

[fuckthemancers]

Fair enough. Just take care- it was my mother's.

[He inhales smoke one last time himself before taking care to clean off the mouthpiece because someone has to be a gentleman in this place before he hands it over to Jay.]

[amourtician]

[Jay takes the mouthpiece almost reverently and takes a careful sip of the smoke.]

[... and immediately sways, like he's about to pass out]

Oh ... oh Lord--

[fuckthemancers]

[OH MOTHER]

[Zulf lunges forward promptly, grabbing at Jay's arm to help steady him.]

Are you alright?

[amourtician]

[Jay whimpers, faintly.]

You ... you weren't wrong.

[He slumps forward, unconscious.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Welp. Zulf gently puts out the pipe before doing the gentlemanly thing of removing his vest so there's something to pillow Jay's head.]

[Sleeping it off seems to be the best course of action right now.]