drinks with the club erich and wilburs

[fetteredwings]

[ this has been an extremely Long and Shitty two days

good thing Nala is operating on no emotion but work

she'll be your bartender for today]

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w4, friday

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he's in Danger ]

Re: w4, friday

[fetteredwings]

What drinks are you thinking of? Sweet, bitter...

[ hehehe]

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... I'll do sweet.

[ might as well taste good going down. he can tell this is going to be a Night ]

[fetteredwings]

Hehe. I'll add extra syrup.

[She'll mix up something strong but nice]

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Thank you...

[ is he Prepared for this??? ]

[fetteredwings]

[ Adding an extra shot of Vodka for a Bloody Mary. Enjoy your tomato based cocktail]

Enjoy~

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[ who told Nala his weakness? how dare ]

Thank you, Nala. What, uh, is the occasion again...?

[ he'll accept the Bloody Mary and start sipping. ]

[fetteredwings]

[she observes ok]

Celebrating the fact that you both came back alive?

[hymned]

[ glances over from his own drink at this.

oh, he. kind of didn't expect that, actually. huh. ]

[fetteredwings]

[Sticking tongue out at Julius. She has her own drink, an all too familiar caipirinha]

We can't always be depressed you know.

[hymned]

[ raises his hands a little in surrender. ]

Hey now, who's saying we're supposed to be depressed?

[ three people are dead. getting smacked with the emotions-and-empathy-back-inator inevitably is going to be very funny at some point later. ]

[fetteredwings]

It sounded like something you were implying.

[Empathy definitely sucks! Feelings definitely suck. Lets just keep drinking all of that away. And she's a tiny bit tipsy now (four?? cocktails in)]

I remember hearing stories from the elders, talking about their time in the trenches...how everything ended up funnier once things got so horrible there was nothing to do but laugh.

[hymned]

I didn't say anything?

[ He just. Glanced over. And looked surprised. That doesn't have to mean anything!!!

Anyway, hear, hear. Cheers to that. ]

That sounds rather bleak. Have we reached that point already? We haven't even gone through a decade's worth of nihilistic, overindulgent excess in response to the revelation of our exact situation yet.

[ See: the upper class of Elympios, circa a couple of decades ago. ]

[fetteredwings]

My kind are very good at studying the nuances in body language.

[Looks at Nala's conga-line of trauma, looks into the distance]

Hmmmm, I always thought it was admirable of them, that they found little ways of finding joy even in the worst of situations.

[hymned]

[ Now, whyever would you think that, little brother? ]

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[ GEE, he Wonders ]

[hymned]

[ But also yeah he's here for realzies mostly just chilling at the bar, because why not. Maybe every now and then he might be scribbling something into by what is now a well-used notebook. Surely there's no problem with any of this between the blood loss, loss of body mass, and whatever they might have treated him with at the infirmary right.

It's fine he's absolutely done worse than a nice drink made by a friend (????) after. Whatever all of that was. Sure would be neat if he would feel bad with the people having a rough time right now, man that sucks huh. Like, he gets it objectively, but man. ]

[fetteredwings]

Anything you want into particular?

[THIS IS FINE we are just vibing. Should bloody people who lost Parts of their bodies be doing work, no but we shall see]

[hymned]

I'm partial to a nice brandy, but why don't you surprise me?

[ They get to get the facts organized before they get more Siffrin tier crashouts about them not telling people anything, so... ]

[fetteredwings]

Hmm, lets add a twist to it.

[Nala putters around - this is the one thing she can make without immediate disasters - and one Hot Buttered Brandy for Julius]

[hymned]

Oh, now that's something nice and cozy. Something warm to combat the way the weather's been this week, huh?

[fetteredwings]

Mm. Something to warm us up from the inside.

[ She has her own version. Ludger can have his weird tomato cocktails with too much syrup and tomato juice, it's fine]

[hymned]

[ Hey, he likes Bloody Marys perfectly fine himself, though the addition of the sweet syrup is a bit of an odd one,

Anyway, he'll sip a bit at the drink, letting it settle before he responds. ]

Thoughtful of you. Hopefully this current weather doesn't mean that next week will be sweltering again.

[fetteredwings]

[Look, Ludger wanted something sweet, she had to oblige]

That would be our luck, wouldn't it?

[hymned]

From too cold to too hot to too rainy ... almost like it's overcorrecting for the previous week.

[ Given the nature of where they are, well. ]

Yes, that does sound like it'd be our luck.

[fetteredwings]

[shooting a look at the rain]

It better leave us be.

[hymned]

Shh, don't scare it too much. We don't want everything to dry up, just for it to leave us alone a little?

[fetteredwings]

Oh yes. How many of you got sunburnt that week, anyway?

[Nala was fine...]