[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

[daughterofursa]

I guess he thought a girl would be more delicate, that I couldn't handle everything that had happened.

[hellpyre]

Well that's dumb.

[daughterofursa]

Yeah, it didn't last. Uncle wasn't stupid.

[hellpyre]

That's good.

[Rin sighs quietly, not because of the conversation but because of the headache that's been lingering all day. She rubs her forehead, glancing at the oven with a 'hurry up and cook already' expression.]

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko lacks the skills to figure that out.]

What is it?

[hellpyre]

[Get more people skills, Zuko.] I'm just... tired as hell and my head is startin' to hurt...

[daughterofursa]

[Gosh she's working on that right now. Rin is a people.]

Then you should go home and rest. I can take food out of an oven.

[...probably.]

[hellpyre]

[Even Rin is a little dubious of that. Firebender or not, working an oven can still be tricky.]

... just don't burn yourself.

[daughterofursa]

It's an oven, not a firebender.

[It's not like it's going to attack her or something.]

[hellpyre]

It still gets hot.

[Zuko please.]

[daughterofursa]

I know how not to get burned.

[It is accomplished by avoiding her family.

Burns are a touchy subject.]

[hellpyre]

[Rin is giving you A Look, Zuko. But... she's also too tired to argue.] Okay okay...

[daughterofursa]

[Spoilers: Zuko burns her finger taking things out of the oven BUT ONLY A LITTLE BIT.]

Just- go get some rest. You know where to find me if you need to talk later.

[hellpyre]

[Zuko pls.]

Yeah, yeah...

[She gets up and nods, heading for the door.]

... uhm. Thanks. For listenin'.

[daughterofursa]

Of course.

You'd do the same for me.

[See, she's figuring this friendship thing out.]

[hellpyre]

[Good job, Zuzu.] Yeah. Of course. G'night. [She's going to go... stumble off to her apartment now.]