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

[what_the_shock]

Miguel might have gone overboard on the empanadas at Luke's today, so there were plenty of leftovers for the club meeting at his house.

Which made the whole thing seem way more domestic than it probably should, but hell - he liked it and he didn't think Fjord would object, and they were the founding members of the club after all!

There were also plenty of decent beer and cider, despite the fact he'd had to go to the mainland to get it because the locals hadn't exactly been able to ring him up.

The drunk and bored club was open for business!


[OOC: Once again open to anyone who knows it's here or wanders by!]

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[mages_suck]

Fenris showed up with whiskey, scotch, and bourbon. Little did he know those were all variations of the same drink. Little would he care.

"Why in the name of Andraste's peaked pink tits are there so many rats on the island today?" He set the booze down by the other booze and looked at the little pie things.

"Hi," he looked up and said belatedly, after poking at a pie with one finger.

[what_the_shock]

"I think it's island weirdness. The whole staff at Luke's was turned into them." Miguel nodded toward the empanadas. "Pork and spices in a shell. Oh, and hi."

[mages_suck]

Fenris made a disappointed noise in his throat. "Why is it always boring weirdness? Why can't it be a good, old-fashioned monster for once?" He took the meat pie he'd been poking and took a bite.

The next noise was much less disappointed. "How've you been, Miguel?" Fenris asked, after swallowing.

[what_the_shock]

"Not too bad." Miguel shrugged. "You?"

He was maybe a little smug at that empanada noise.

[myownface]

Oohhh hay, pretty man on deck! Sparkle wasn't even going to be shy about giving a big grin in Fenris' direction, and a nod of his head.

"Going for the classics, huh? The holy whiskey trinity?"

[mages_suck]

"Hi, Sparkle," Fenris said with a polite nod and smile back. He glanced at his drinks, "No? I brought Scotch and Bourbon too."

Poor Fenris.

[myownface]

Sparkle smiled crookedly.

"Scotch and bourbon are both types of whiskey," he said, maybe a little apologetically. "But so is the cinnamon crap that I brought, so it's a good night for it anyway."

[1000yearstoolate]

At first she wasn't sure whether to she should show up, but eventually Seivarden decided that she should just ignore people who annoyed her, especially if they annoyed her back. So here she was, putting a bottle of whiskey on the table.

"Is this the kind of gathering where I should say 'I hope this is ok'?"

[what_the_shock]

"Sure, why not?" Miguel shrugged. "It looks fine to me. How's your week going?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Quiet," Seivarden said. "Maybe I shouldn't complain about that. Yours?"

[what_the_shock]

"About the same. Not bad." He shrugged.

[myownface]

Sparkle didn't take very long after walking into the house before realizing who else came to these meetings. He opened his mouth for a moment, turned a faintly concerned glance toward Miguel for a second, and then just shook his head an decided to leave it the fuck alone.

He didn't have the energy for Seivarden bullshit. He was going to be over here with his cinnamon whiskey, just choosing to not engage.

Maybe that would even last the more drinking he did!

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden didn't have the energy for Sparkle's bullshit. She threw a glance across the room at him, then took a sip from her whiskey while turning her back to Sparkle.

Miguel, Seivarden liked you, but you invited annoying people. She hoped Rosa wasn't going to show up tonight.

Even if she had had the energy for Sparkle's bullshit, she'd no doubt get the blame for it and never invited again. She muttered a Radchaai curse into her glass, then sipped the whiskey again. Why did she always get the blame?

[myownface]

Because she was a horrible garbage monster human who did awful things like blackmail brainwashed people for drugs and constantly tell them they were uncivilized.

Sparkle was aware enough of her to notice that curse, which just earned a very expressive roll of his eyes, and then he was making a point to just ignore that she was there at all, taking a swig of his whiskey and looking around for someone to visit with who didn't make him feel three inches tall and subhuman.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack had invited Sparkle but hadn't waited around for him. She figured him for texting if he needed directions. A stop at the liquor store had been hilarious because there were grumpy rodents running the till. Jack had purchased some top-shelf rum, tequila, and vodka as well as an entire bag of moddable mixers.

Following Beau's new tradition, she kicked the door and bellowed, "Miguel! Little help here?"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel came and got the door, then grinned as he reached for the bag. "Hey, Jack. You made it."

[biotic_psychotic]

She smirked and handed him one of the bags. "Yeah. Thanks for the text. I invited Sparkle. Not sure if he's home tonight but he might show."

[what_the_shock]

"Great!" Miguel grinned as he led her into the living room. "Sparkle's fun. Is that who you meant by a friend? I didn't know you knew each other."

[myownface]

Sparkle was heeeere! See? He'd totally gotten Jack's text and everything.

He was a little late, but that was entirely because he'd taken too damn long getting his hands on something properly alcoholic.

Fireball whiskey, because Sparkle had a brand, okay. A shitty cinnamon whiskey brand.

"Today's weirdness is adorable and hilarious and makes it really fucking hard to get anywhere on time."

Hey, Jack.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack bumped his shoulder. "Hey. I'm kind of done with adorable and hilarious for weird shit. When do I get something to smash?"

Hi yourself.

[myownface]

"Usually at least a couple of times a year, otherwise you gotta go looking," Sparkle offered. "It's all been pretty tame lately, though. Meanest shit we've seen in a while were the tremens last spring and then maybe the bitchy fish, so we're about overdue."

He'd avoided the snowmen. But probably wouldn't have been too worried about them, anyway.

[myownface]

"Hey," Sparkle said as he peered into the house, "is it, like, groundhog day or something? Because--" He held up a bottle of Fireball whiskey. "Getting even just this took way more effort than getting a bottle of fireball really should."

[what_the_shock]

"That's what the mainland is for." Miguel grinned and held up one hand in a wave. "Come on in."

[myownface]

"Thanks," Sparkle laughed, slipping inside. "And I mean, I could've hit the mainland, but fuck it, that's too much effort to hang out drinking. Maybe if I could drive or something."

[what_the_shock]

"Eh, I did it, but it's my party, sort of," Miguel said. "Glad you showed up, though; didn't know you'd be interested, or I'd have invited you myself."