[open] let's not act our age

[doublesmall]

WHO: Chuuya Nakahara, other Inkwell staff, and anyone else who knows him or happens to pop in!
WHERE: Around a few bars
WHEN: 5/1, evening to late night
WHAT: A late birthday outing for Chuuya's 23rd.
WARNINGS: drunk idiots, probably (will edit if needed)


[For the last few days, there's been a sign on the Inkwell's door noting that it will be closed for business on Monday. It may not be his actual birthday, but he wasn't about to close up on the weekend-- so Monday night it is. What's a work week if you don't start it off with a couple regrets, anyway? It's karaoke and barhopping time (though he will take additional suggestions. He's easy to convince, honestly.)

Anyone who knows Chuuya well enough to text him (or any regulars he likes) will have been given a heads-up and an invite to the outing, provided they're old enough; anyone under 21 can show up for karaoke before the group hits the bars, but after that they're unfortunately getting ditched. It's not mandatory for staff to go, but he's closing up shop so everyone can if they want!]

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[wordcarvings]

[ Koutarou better not move much at all, or else the risk that Chuuya falls increases. Maybe he should use his other hand when drinking, too. Use the arm Chuuya isn’t slumped against. He doesn’t want Chuuya to hurt himself on the floor.

He’s thinking about something though, isn’t he? A little seriously. ]

Your eyes are fish and your head is a bowl.

[doublesmall]

Little weird, but I can work with that-- hey. Hey, Koutarou. D'you have any paper on you, or something--

[now he wants to write it down so he doesn't forget... excuse him while he just starts checking his cousin's pockets. he needs a pen right now.]

[wordcarvings]

[ Carefully, Koutarou puts an arm across Chuuya’s back so he can hold him up while he digs through his pockets. It’s not all that weird, right? Koutarou has no problem with Chuuya digging through his pockets. ]

Of course I do, it would be surprising if I didn’t. Wait, here. [ He puts down his glass and pulls a miniature sketchbook from a pocket completely different from the one Chuuya is investigating, and he flips up an empty page and tears it out for him. There might be a pen in there though. ] What are you going to do with that, by the way?

[ ...is he going to write a poem about fish eyes and bowl heads? ]