Operation 36 | [Mingle Action]

[orlokbutterfly]

Who: Gale Reinhardt and YOU
What: MINGLE TIME
Where: Hangar Queen, Genessia City
When: March 20
Warnings: Rated B for Booze!

Following the recent spooky happenings in Everglade and Fayren, people could use some time to wind down and cool off after the fact. Knowing this, Gale sent out a mass invite to come by Hangar Queen for a day of mingling. He's waving the cost of food and drink for the day (given what he makes, he can take the financial hit), so people can just relax and have a good time. A special note is made to remind people that all ages are permitted and alcoholic and non-alcholic drinks are available, with alcohol available for ages 16 and over. Just don't cause any trouble and Gale will see no reason to throw anyone out. The club's mascot is even there for pictures! So why not swing by, even if for a short while? There's nothing to lose. Except your time.

Just be prepared to hear Danger Zone played a lot. It's a moral obligation for this club. Sorry (not sorry).


[ooc: exactly what is says on the tin, it's a mingle post! leave a top level or tag out others. go make some new CR! just don't make Gale throw you out, that'd just be rude.]

Comments

[notquitedracula]

[He gestures at the pile of glasses, which the bartender has been helpfully stacking in a pyramid. It's three layers deep now; six shot glasses, and another two on deck.]

Li'l of both. [He sighs, picks up the next shot, and downs half of it.]

Been doin' a lotta thinkin'. Prob'ly too much, with s'much booze.

[innocent_royal]

[Thinkin'? That got her interest more than it should. Anastasia rests her chin in her hands, a comfortable way to lean in closer to hear him better over the music.]

Thinkin' about what~?

[notquitedracula]

[He looks down at the glass in his hand, now only half full of whatever amber liquid he'd been assured would 'take the edge off'. It didn't seem to be helping much.]

You 'n me. Home. Here. Th' shop.

[He downs the rest of the shot.]

Menace.

[innocent_royal]

Oh, mon amour...

[She reaches out to gently brush his cheek.]

I understand... I shaw a pit fiend, something from my past. Sheeing it reminded me of the things I did... All the lives I ended.

[She pulls back her hand and downs her drink.]

D'you- [Hiccup squeak.] D'you wanna go home?

[notquitedracula]

[Soma sets the last shot glass down next to its fallen kin. He's already been here a while, and aside from a few conversations, there hasn't been much that really interests him, and the song the place seems to have on loop got old after about the third repeat. He'd been tempted to pull some karaoke a couple times, just to break the loop - as, indeed, some other people had already done. But after the third shot, a melancholy had set in good and proper, and that idea had gone out the window.]

Maybe we should. I don't think I like bein' drunk ver' much.