AFTERPARTY III: Never Have I Ever Been Quite This Drunk

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[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.]

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[amortristis]

[ She listens to him ramble for a little bit, her expression more or less the same as it's been. ]

Even if time has seemingly little meaning here, there is no amount of alcohol that will allow you to repeat the events of the past. Going back is... not possible.

[heroicact]

[He doesn't at all seem to mind the more muted reaction. Perhaps he's simply the type of drunk that likes to hear himself talk, but then again, he's not particularly laconic while sober, either.]

Ah, but no, but that is the paradox, you see? If it were possible to turn back time-- Or if it were possible to change things-- You see?

How would you know? For it would all be overwritten, rewritten, unwritten. Everything...

[There's a dramatic gesture with his hand that nearly sends his glass flying but after all of that he finally quiets down a little.]

Well, that is why it is a legend.