Drunk and Bored Club, Saturday night at the house of insane bachelors

[what_the_shock]

They were inside tonight at least, so Miguel had actually bought a few bags of chips and pretzels and things. Those went with booze, right? He'd also gotten some weird fruity beer, a bottle of brandy, and a twelve-pack of hard cider.

Let the somethingth-annual (weekly?) meeting of the Drunk and Bored club come to order!


[If you've ever been in the past, Miguel called to invite you. If anybody that's ever been there before might have told you, you're invited. If you hear people having fun and want to crash, you're invited. If you live there, you're invited. Alcohol for all!]

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[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord did not bring shitty beer today. You're welcome.

Fjord did, in fact, bring a half-decent whiskey, instead.

You're welcome.

Knock knock, Miguel.

[what_the_shock]

"Hey, Fjord." Miguel answered the door and bowed him in. "Come on in."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord did exactly that, holding up the bottle and waving it around as he wandered inside.

"I come bearing not-shitty-beer tonight," he announced. "Lesson fuckin' learned."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel grinned. "Oh, good. Working at the bar finally paid off?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Being able to afford not-shitty-beer was helpful," Fjord agreed easily. "I'm going to spend the rest of my days around here trying to live down cheap booze, aren't I?"

[died8yearsago]

"Shitty Beer Guy," Rosa acknowledged him with a lift of her chin, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "I noticed a distinct lack of shitty beer."

What the hell was she supposed to call him now? It was pretty much the only distinguishable thing about him!

[built_fjord_tough]

Yeah, he was a pretty run-of-the-mill strangely svelte half-orc, it was true.

"Bar was busy last night," Fjord explained with a shrug. "I come offering penance by way of half-decent whiskey, instead."

A pause.

"I don't even like beer."

[died8yearsago]

"Sounds like a personal problem," said Rosa, taking a sip from her drink which was very much not beer, but tequila. "How've you been?"

Look at her! Being social! Definitely not trying to prove she didn't just come to this thing because of who hosted it or anything dumb like that.

[died8yearsago]

The only thing Rosa really had going on that night was Instagramming a few more pieces for her handmade jewelry line (yes, this was a real thing, shut up), so she definitely had the Bored part of the club covered. Now time for the Drunk part, which should be handled pretty well with her contribution of a bottle of tequila in one hand and a six pack of some craft porter she got mostly because it had a badass label on it.

Kicking a door a few times was an acceptable form of knocking when your hands were filled with booze, right?

[what_the_shock]

It was!

Miguel answered the door, grinned, and reached for the beer. "Hey, glad you could make it. How've you been?"

[died8yearsago]

And Rosa relinquished it, glad for the free hand as she shrugged a little. "Eh, could be worse."

Which, really, was practically a glowing mood for Rosa.

"You?"

[what_the_shock]

"Not too bad," Miguel said. "Got small over the weekend, but that was mostly just annoying, not actively obnoxious. Come on in. There's chips and pretzels, plus whatever booze everybody's brought."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden decided to be the grown-up here. She had picked up a beer and took a drink from the can before walking across the room towards Rosa, stopping in front of her.

"So..."

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was totally being a grown-up over here. Completely ignoring annoying little shits that bothered her was, for her, a very responsible and adult management of the whole situation, and she was doing a very good job of it, too, until Hot Leaf Water had to go ruin it all.

Typical.

Rosa even went so far as to not just tell her to fuck off right away, and instead just tightened her jaw, quirked an eyebrow, and fixed her with an expectant look, one that seemed to suggest that whatever Seivarden said next had better be worth her time, but she clearly doubted that it would.

See? Totally grown-up. Totally adult. Rosa could even totally punch her in the stomach right now and she wouldn't even end up in the pond, and she didn't.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden sighed and looked away for a moment, muttering a Radchaai curse under her breath. Then she turned back to Rosa.

"Look, I'm not sure what this is about. That movie? We both know that you'd mock my favourite entertainment a lot worse than that. Did you want to end the sex thing? You could have told me. You clearly haven't been stuck on a spaceship with people you fucked a few times, or you'd figured out that dealing with whatever it is like this is a bad idea. Because this is a fucking small island and we're going to run into each other, and pretending to ignore me is fucking annoying."

She was prepared to get punched, but she really wanted to have that said.

[notallbluemonks]

Beau didn’t say anything; she just sent a deadpan stare over in Rosa’s direction and nodded once, almost like she was daring Rosa to acknowledge her.

It was kind of hard to guess which result she’d consider a win, really.

[died8yearsago]

And Rosa would acknowledge it, sure, with the sort of look you gave when you sort of recognized what they were doing, but then asked youself why, although that didn't really help much because there was no way she was trying to pull off the whole too-cool-but-I'll-throw-you-a-bone-anyway stare with the person who believed that, while she hadn't invented it, she sure as hell perfected it. So she just shook her head a little and downed the last of the drink that she had so she could just go get another one.

[notallbluemonks]

Beau had been . . . well, literally climbing the walls all day in an effort to keep from figuratively climbing the walls, so there was the bored thing. She had a couple of six packs of dark cider with her tonight when she showed up, a couple of bottles of decent wine, and her own personal wine stash, though she wasn't sharing that.

She didn't even bother knocking or kicking the door.

"HEY! MIGUEL! THIS SHIT IS HEAVY, COME OOOOOOOOON!"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel jumped up and got the door, took one look at Beau, and laughed as he went to get the six-packs. "You went all out, huh?"

[notallbluemonks]

Beau shrugged. “I wanted to try it, and then I thought maybe I should make sure there’s at least some left for other people. What? I kinda forgot the corkscrew again though.”

[what_the_shock]

"I have one here," Miguel said. He paused. "Let's ignore that and open it the fun way?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden arrived late, not sure whether getting drunk two days in a row was a good idea, but she reminded herself that she wasn't that old, and besides, she hadn't been that drunk. So here she was, knocking on Miguel's door.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel answered the door and grinned. "Hey, Seivarden. Come on in. We decided to move out of the cold."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Sounds like a good choice," Seivarden said, smiling. "Thanks for the invitation. This is a regular thing?"

[what_the_shock]

"Pretty much," Miguel agreed. "Just an excuse to get together and drink, really." He grinned. "It started with me saying I'd have to be really drunk and bored to tell anyone how I got my abilities. Unfortunately, I don't really get drunk, but hey, no harm in trying!"