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.]

Comments

[edamamepon]

[ No, no, his questioning is done. Kid or not, she's stuck here too. With her acceptance, he puts out the cigarette, pressing it into his cup.

He sits himself opposite her, his cup beside him, before he responds. ]

That's okay. It's usually better to have company, even if you don't feel like talking.

[eternaljune]

Hmm. I guess I wouldn't know. I usually drink alone, since...well, my friends would probably stage an intervention otherwise.

[edamamepon]

Oh. Well, I guess you'll find out tonight. And... I can't really blame you for drinking here, if it helps dealing with all of this.

[ Makoto drops his chin onto his palm, expression tinged with some concern that might not be evident in the dark. Judgment, however, is absent. ]

Anything you want to talk about? Your friends, your favorite color, whatever you feel like.