CHILD-FREE ZONE

[uhhhmagic]

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[uhhhmagic]

[Just sitting directly on the bar, one leg crossed over the other - in his real slutty pirate outfit. Blowing out smoke. It doesn't smell like tobacco.]

Who the fuck invited all the losers?

[laid]

[Looks around.]

What party is there to have been invited to?
[You're a terrible host.]

[uhhhmagic]

Theeeeee one where we're all stuck in a room until we wake up and someone is dead?

[god.]

[evocationary]

[ she's in her usual, with her glasses and a sword on her belt. she sips a beer and leans against the counter next to taako. ]

Definitely not me.

[uhhhmagic]

Shoulda hired a bouncer . . .

[He'll offer her a hit of the joint, because he cares about his family]

[soulus]

[Dressed in his regular attire, Rufus sits on a nearby stool off to the side with his arms resting on the counter. His pet, Rupe, sits on the floor next to his feet. There are enough people here to occupy themselves, so he ignores the conversation to stare at nothing.]

[uhhhmagic]

[Leaning over, still sitting on the bar.]

My dude, it is way creepier if you sit here engulfed in your brooding rather than just, I dunno. Chillin' with us.

[misstrust]

Now there's a face I didn't expect to see.

[ Hi, Rufus. From a foot away, though her face is already flushed because this is a good night to drink. ]

And hello, Rupe!

[reconnective]

[he's going to crouch near rupe at a safe distance.]

...it's not so bad, right?

[evocationary]

[ doooooooog ]

You're not even going to have one drink?

[reconnective]

[i feel like this says a lot about us as a collective given we had an alcoholic baby on our hands yesterday. which is to say here's sora, he's in his pirate outfit, and he also has his sword? is he planning on sleeping like this? yeah.

but also hm. this sure is a lot of adults.]

You know. I'm not sure I'm even surprised anymore.

[laid]

[Now Sora is the alcoholic baby.]

"If it's called for," is what it says. Perhaps that doesn't always have to be murder.
[He assumes it's murder though.]

[reconnective]

Did we bother checking the door yet? Maybe we're not really locked in.

[evocationary]

You give a girl some alcohol and that's all she wants. [ she says, flipping her glasses down to actually wear them instead of having them pushed up to her head. ]

At least people are following instructions?

[reconnective]

I'll take your word for it. [what the hell is an alcohol? also he wants to flip them back up but the no touching thing still sucks.]

But I think so. Or I hope so. I made even more signs this time so if somebody's on their own I have no idea what to do after that.

[misstrust]

[ Listen, Dorothy has been here for some time, judging by the two empty glasses beside her and now she's working on her third.

She lifts her newest one in a cheerful toast. ]

Now it's a festive gathering!

[laid]

... Are you sure you should continue drinking at this pace, Lady Dorothy?

[MA'AM.....]

[misstrust]

Ohh, Captain... [ Dorothy's face is flushed, but she's grinning rather mischievously. ]

It's so sweet of you to worry for me! How about you join me on the next round? Might slow me down a bit.

[evocationary]

Hell yeah!

[ lup is gonna clink her glass against dorothy's! ] Party like it's 1885!

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy beams-- and honestly her emotions are just an amalgamation of warm fuzzy feelings and a little bit of discomfort-- but she's got a massive bruise on her head, discomfort happens. ]

That's the spirit! Goodness, it's so hard to find enjoyable drinking partners these days!

[uhhhmagic]

Eh, yeah, fuck it, I'm down for gettin' cross-faded in lockdown.

[Going to just. Pour himself a drink. Hate this!]

[misstrust]

We might as well enjoy one more night of being alive, correct?

[ It's fiiiiine. ]

[reconnective]

[well. he's not here to supervise so he just grins at her.]

Glad to see somebody's having a good time. [but he's still filled with pretty positive feelings so he's not too bothered.]

never have I ever for ty, specifically

[evocationary]

[ lup sits on a table and whistles at top volume. ]

Listen up, fives! A ten is speaking! Except for Dorothy, you're an eleven.

We're playing Never Have I Ever. Right now. Someone else start, I've done everything.

[uhhhmagic]

I'm your identical twin, idiot, we're both 10s.

[GOD.]

Anyway, uh, Never Have I Ever gotten an ill-advised perm despite my twin telling me that it was gonna look bad.