AFTERPARTY III: Never Have I Ever Been Quite This Drunk

[mirrite]

[There's absolutely nothing celebratory about this drinking party. "Party" isn't even the right word, not really-- it's more like a "drink until you forget and/or black out" session for anyone who wants to participate, and even the bartender isn't immune from that much. Please forgive him if your drink isn't mixed quite right; he's trying his best under the circumstances.

There's food, too, if anyone wants to attempt to stave off a hangover tomorrow, or just get something in their stomach after the events of the day: stirfry from Makoto, vegetable soup from Nageki (mediocre, but hey, a genuine effort was made and that's what counts), and some tea for those who would rather abstain from the harder stuff. (Is that even many people tonight? Probably not.)

Come on by the bar if you're hungry or want a drink, or even if you just don't want to be alone right now. That much, at least, is something that can be guaranteed tonight.]

Comments

[incompletely]

...About that. I have some, you know.

[ He's not talking metaphorically, either. ]

It's in my room. ... Got it from Yor's, actually.

[ No more Yor-san. It's just Yor, now. He sounds bitter when he says it, but at least they have some salt to work with...

At the mention of Nageki, though, Tenn's spirits seem to lift a little. ]

He made this, did he? Well. I owe it to him to try it, then. [ So he'll try a spoonful of that soup -- ] ...Not bad.

[edamamepon]

Oh, really? [ a beat before a sigh. ] I'm sorry.

... But why don't we try to make some good out of it? Is there enough to make a good dinner or something for everyone?

[ Makoto watches him try it intently. He's more than a little curious, might try it later when his stomach doesnt feel so heavy. ] Has he gotten better?

[incompletely]

Probably for a few meals, at least. It's a bag that feels like it's around one or two pounds, so yeah, we can probably use it for a big dinner.

[ He nods, when he asks about Nageki. ]

Yeah. I think he has.

[ And knowing that gives him pride. He's proud of you, bird friend...and also very worried. ]

Are you acquainted with Nageki at all?

[edamamepon]

Wow. Never thought I'd be this excited over salt. Might as well make the best of it.

[ Makoto shakes his head at himself before sipping at his coffee. ]

We've talked a few times. I even took his book recommendations.

[ Makoto can't help the fondness there. Should he say kid or bird? Makoto isn't actually sure. ]

He's a good bird. Smart, too.

rip nageki

[incompletely]

He is. It's still baffling that such a large bird exists...but I'm glad I met him.

[ He drinks more of the soup. ]

It'd probably taste better with that salt, too. Remind me to give it to him later, when he's feeling better. ... I think he's been having a rough time.

s-sob

[edamamepon]

Me too. It's still hard to picture his Japan, though.

[ Makoto tilts his head at that, frowning. ]

It's not like I can really blame him, but it's good that he's finding things to keep him busy at least. Maybe next time his soup will taste even better.