[OPEN] they say it's your birthday

[loudmouths]

WHO: Keigo Higashino and ALL Y'ALL.
WHERE: Different spots around the city. Mostly bars and the area around them. Also the university campus at some point, maybe.
WHEN: April 1st, evening time?
WHAT: today is Keigo's birthday, so this is a birthday catch-all!! But he's a little depressed. Not because he's getting older, but because he's homesick. Oh, and he's been having weird dreams lately... like really weird. What better way to assuage those feelings than to get drunk?
WARNINGS: drinking??? cussing??? being a sadsack??? that's about it, really.


PROMPT 1

The first of April had always been an exciting time for Keigo; he was still at that age where a birthday was important, where it was something that needed to be celebrated! Parties and games and excitement! Wreaking havoc in the city! Getting up to no good!

But now that he was in America, now that he had significantly less friends to hang out with, Keigo started to get hit with homesickness. Really bad homesickness. It was pretty much the running theme of the day. He woke up sad, shuffled through the day sad, and when it started to get dark outside, the realization hit him like a freight train. He basically wasted his entire birthday moping around!

In an effort to remedy that, Keigo had forced himself up and out of the dorms. Dressed in some nice clothes, he was out into the night, determined to force himself to have a good birthday. What ended up happening was Keigo getting into a bar and ordering himself whiskey. And another. And another... Sitting alone, listening to people who were having a great Saturday night... it didn't fill him with any form of excitement or happiness. It just reminded him of what he didn't have there. Renji was busy and Yosuke was too young to hang out in a bar with him. Somehow he had jumped from youthful adolescence to lonely old man in a day's time.

He was just fine keeping to himself, wallowing in his miseries like any old man would, when someone jostled him before sitting down in the stool nearby. Keigo, already half in the bag and depressed to boot, scowled their way, eyes narrowed sharply. His voice was a sharp bark, strong enough to resist being drowned out over the bustling of the bar, at any rate.

"Oi! Watch it! You could have dumped this shit all over me!" Truly spoken like an old man.

PROMPT 2

Whatever happened in the bar didn't really matter, since it led to the same road: Keigo shuffling out of it once it got late enough to do so. Well, that, and he'd had far too many drinks. He was... trashed, to be frank. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten so drunk and to make matters entirely worse, he was alone. He had enough natural poise and balance to avoid swaying to and fro like an uprooted beanstalk, but that didn't mean that he wasn't visibly compromised. His face was flushed red, his eyes were glassy, and he just looked ... distant.

But what of it? Certainly he couldn't keep the charade up for long. Sooner or later, he would trip or bump into someone and fall on his ass or something. For the moment, he stopped his wanderings to press his palm against the brick siding of some building he didn't recognize. Everything was spinning around. He shut his eyes and sucked in a shaky breath. He overdid it, big time. He needed to get back to the dorms and go to bed. Lifting his head up, he watched as people passed him by, not really paying attention to him and his momentary pitstop. Honestly, Keigo was thankful for that. He didn't need a crowd spectating, taking bets on whether or not he'd pass out or vomit, or both.

Just like he was determined to go out and have a good time on his birthday, he was also determined to get back home in one piece. Mostly. Taking another deep breath, Keigo steeled himself, straightening his posture as best he could. All he had to do was ask someone for directions. At the first person he managed to catch eye contact with, Keigo waved his hand, furthering an attempt to hold their attention.

"E-excuse me! Could you, um..." Boy, it was hard to focus. His accent combined with the way his words slurred probably didn't help, either. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Could... you... t-tell me which way to the campus from here?"

PROMPT 3

[ wild card option?! throw your own bar or downtown-related prompts at me. keep in mind that keigo will likely be drunk or at least tipsy in most situations, whoops. make up any sort of scenario you like! also, i will gladly match tag format! don't be afraid to send me some action tags! o/ ]