[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

[unwrittenformula]

[N was not the kind of person to open up to others, especially people he barely knew, but she was drunk and the conversation was wanted so...]

I was raised to believe I was to be the eventual hero of a legend known throughout Unova and made "King" of an organization that was only created for the purposes of serving my father's selfish wishes. I went along with them because I believed that I was doing the right thing, by liberating Pokemon from their trainers whether by persuasion or by force.

My father very nearly succeeded in his plan, in making it so that he was the only person to have Pokemon by those methods, and I even attacked and stalked some one who had merely been trying to go about her journey in peace.

... who I was before I came here... it's not something I'm proud of anymore. The only reason I was able to see what my father was truly doing was because of that person.

[magisperica]

[ she listens in silence, lifting her glass to her mouth occasionally to take a drink but other than that she's a still, attentive listener. she doesn't react visibly to his story, other than a slight narrowing of her eyes and when he's done, she lets out a long sigh and flops back in her chair, swilling what's left of her drink in the glass and staring down at it. ]

Y'know, you're the second person who's told me they did somethin' like that. That you fucked up back home or wherever you're from. But...

[ she puffs upwards, blowing her bangs out of her face. ]

I don't get it. You fucked up big, right?