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recolle2017-07-24 06:19 pm
stopbleeding) wrote in recolle2017-07-24 06:19 pm
[ PRETTY DARN CLOSED ] vindicated by dashboard confessional
WHO: Zoro, Inkwell Buds and select others
WHERE: The Inkwell ~*After Hours*~
WHEN: Uhhh this past weekend at some point.....,..
WHAT: zoro's throwing a big crazy party because he just wants to throw a big crazy party in a small space. then he gets depression i guess.
WARNINGS: a lot. of alcohol.
At least two month’s rent was blown on this party. With Chuuya’s permission, the whole Inkwell has been rearranged: bar tables and chairs cleared out from the center of the room and pushed to the sides to form a makeshift banquet table, draped in red cloth. Upon it stretches a verified feast of various types: a full roasted pig, a whole set of roughly presented authentic chilean cuisine, barbecue, a spread of thai food and pathetic bowl of salad, labeled “for sad people”. There’s a hired DJ, a hired bartender, an open tab and a whole lot of time to just go wild.
(Zoro will pay Chuuya for any damages later.)
DRUNK DARTS which i have never played
[Chuuya was against any actual dartboard making its way into the bar so Zoro had to settle with the fake kind with continued alterations. Each segment has a number and a poorly drawn shot glass below it, higher numbers around the edges, lower numbers towards the center. Aim well, drink less. A bad throw though? Might land you with four shots before the next dart.]
ooc: just pick 1-2 are on the inner ring, 3-5 are on the outer and the bullseye has 0
DRUNK CHAIR JENGA which i have also never played
[Ever played Jenga? Great. Ever played Drunk Jenga? That variation where if you topple the tower you have to take a drink, pick two jenga blocks and complete the task? Great, but also questionable. Now, how about Drunk Chair Jenga?
Around nine a strange shipment comes bustling in through the back door. A bunch of stalwart men that Zoro cheers on with applause and laughter pile a set of graffiti’d chairs in the middle of the room. Upon closer inspection the legs, the arms, the seats, the backs of the scrapyard furniture were covered in directives: “Truth or dare”, “Tell a secret”, “bodyshop”–even one that says “bare it all”. Zoro isn’t intimidated by any of them. As the chair-deliverers recede into the party, Zoro strides towards the trash pile and stacks the first chair, looking defiantly at every and anyone.]
Don’t leave me hanging! Who’s next?!
ooc: look here if you’re like me and also don’t know how to play this game
FOR CLOSE CR ONLY
[At 10:15 Zoro gets a call. No one in the room sees who it’s from but for the brief instant between reading the number and answering it, Zoro’s smile lights up a small pocket of the bar. For most people at the party it’s a foreign sight. He’s smiled before but never like this, radiating and boyish, a skip to his jog as he pushes out the back exit, phone pressed against his ear. The words he says are indecipherable but the barely-touched whiskey he leaves behind speaks volumes.
Five minutes slip by, ten minutes tiptoe, but it’s around half an hour that it becomes unnatural. Zoro was never a people person but he always enjoyed a good party, the louder the better. And this party was a riot. Still, should you be close enough, some strange noises can be heard from out back, dull and muffled by music and laughter.
The back door remains unlocked. The alley it leads to is silent. Mostly. The party’s heartbeat throbs behind while unseen vermin skitter away from the intrusion and someone draws in a choked, shaking breath.
–Wait.
There’s a trail. A broken phone, smashed and bashed and abandoned in front of the dumpster. A segment of dented brick diagonal from it, still stained with fresh blood. A beautiful katana, dropped or thrown, its white scabbard bruised by the ground, the decorative gold scratched.
And Zoro’s bloody knuckles, draped from his knees as he hides his head and cries at 10:45 in the alley behind his own celebration.]
WHERE: The Inkwell ~*After Hours*~
WHEN: Uhhh this past weekend at some point.....,..
WHAT: zoro's throwing a big crazy party because he just wants to throw a big crazy party in a small space. then he gets depression i guess.
WARNINGS: a lot. of alcohol.
At least two month’s rent was blown on this party. With Chuuya’s permission, the whole Inkwell has been rearranged: bar tables and chairs cleared out from the center of the room and pushed to the sides to form a makeshift banquet table, draped in red cloth. Upon it stretches a verified feast of various types: a full roasted pig, a whole set of roughly presented authentic chilean cuisine, barbecue, a spread of thai food and pathetic bowl of salad, labeled “for sad people”. There’s a hired DJ, a hired bartender, an open tab and a whole lot of time to just go wild.
DRUNK DARTS which i have never played
[Chuuya was against any actual dartboard making its way into the bar so Zoro had to settle with the fake kind with continued alterations. Each segment has a number and a poorly drawn shot glass below it, higher numbers around the edges, lower numbers towards the center. Aim well, drink less. A bad throw though? Might land you with four shots before the next dart.]
ooc: just pick 1-2 are on the inner ring, 3-5 are on the outer and the bullseye has 0
DRUNK CHAIR JENGA which i have also never played
[Ever played Jenga? Great. Ever played Drunk Jenga? That variation where if you topple the tower you have to take a drink, pick two jenga blocks and complete the task? Great, but also questionable. Now, how about Drunk Chair Jenga?
Around nine a strange shipment comes bustling in through the back door. A bunch of stalwart men that Zoro cheers on with applause and laughter pile a set of graffiti’d chairs in the middle of the room. Upon closer inspection the legs, the arms, the seats, the backs of the scrapyard furniture were covered in directives: “Truth or dare”, “Tell a secret”, “bodyshop”–even one that says “bare it all”. Zoro isn’t intimidated by any of them. As the chair-deliverers recede into the party, Zoro strides towards the trash pile and stacks the first chair, looking defiantly at every and anyone.]
Don’t leave me hanging! Who’s next?!
ooc: look here if you’re like me and also don’t know how to play this game
FOR CLOSE CR ONLY
[At 10:15 Zoro gets a call. No one in the room sees who it’s from but for the brief instant between reading the number and answering it, Zoro’s smile lights up a small pocket of the bar. For most people at the party it’s a foreign sight. He’s smiled before but never like this, radiating and boyish, a skip to his jog as he pushes out the back exit, phone pressed against his ear. The words he says are indecipherable but the barely-touched whiskey he leaves behind speaks volumes.
Five minutes slip by, ten minutes tiptoe, but it’s around half an hour that it becomes unnatural. Zoro was never a people person but he always enjoyed a good party, the louder the better. And this party was a riot. Still, should you be close enough, some strange noises can be heard from out back, dull and muffled by music and laughter.
The back door remains unlocked. The alley it leads to is silent. Mostly. The party’s heartbeat throbs behind while unseen vermin skitter away from the intrusion and someone draws in a choked, shaking breath.
–Wait.
There’s a trail. A broken phone, smashed and bashed and abandoned in front of the dumpster. A segment of dented brick diagonal from it, still stained with fresh blood. A beautiful katana, dropped or thrown, its white scabbard bruised by the ground, the decorative gold scratched.
And Zoro’s bloody knuckles, draped from his knees as he hides his head and cries at 10:45 in the alley behind his own celebration.]
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Oh! Cпасибо! Thank you, Zoro!
I think the other Anya was good at this!