come on Virginia, don't let 'em wait [ OPEN ]

[hjack69]

WHO: Everybody who wants in! Primarily adults, but idk maybe some teenagers sneak in with fake IDs or something.
WHERE: BARS..... and also probably some clubs because Jack is Jack.
WHEN: Valentine's night.
WHAT: A Valentine's Day celebration for the grownups. Initiate bar crawl.
WARNINGS: None right now, will update if necessary.

[ The first bar everyone is told to meet up at is ready for them - Jack's already bought a few rounds of drinks for everyone, kindly soul that he is. It's middle-of-the-line, comfortable, neither upscale or ratty. It's a perfect place to start.

From then on, the bars get progressively and progressively shittier, or weirder. Jack's willing to go to a good number of them, so feel free to make up your own theme for open threads and just say they went there at some point! This is pretty much just a mingle/party log spread out over multiple locations, so use it however you want. ]

Comments

[puffing]

[ the smile does indeed warrant Bigby to tilt his head and reevaluate his choices right now. it's disconcerting enough to make even a drunk man believe he was walking into a trap. they're too far into it for a man such as himself to back out, however, and there's nothing like some liquid courage that makes him believe he had enough of a reason to put up his family's record player of all things.

Bigby does indeed shake Pitou's hand, even if he's still narrowing his eyes in a suspcious manner. he feels like they would be a better fit playing poker, because damn, is that face not giving him any indication of what he is truly thinking. ]

I better? Hmph. Don't take too kindly to being told what to do, but I'll let let it slide. I'll even let you shoot first. How's that for professional?

[playdolls]

[ Murder Cat vs Murder Wolf, game on. Pitou makes a huffy, arrogant little noise, as they go to choose their cue. They are particular about it, as if actually weighing the things in their hand. This is mainly nonsense, Pitou doesn't care about pool. All they care about is winning at everything, and being better than everyone. They've really already made this decision about Bigby and this entire charade is just to rub it in. Nasty kitty. ]

Of course I shoot first.

[ Although for what reason this is, they don't deign to lay out. Possibly lady's first, although are they one? Also nebulous.

Pitou racks up the balls, and gets ready to break. They are an annoying little show off. ]

Solids.