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]

Comments

[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...]