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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[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.