[OPEN] It's Only a Bar Crawl If you Fail At the First Bar

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Who: Darin (forgeabettertomorrow ) and you!
When: IC: 7/31 - 8/1 the party goes on until question marks
Where: The Pleasure District
What: Darin's had a rough time since he arrived here and now homesickness has set in. What's the best medicine for homesickness? Copious amounts of alcohol.
Rating/Warning: Drunken rambling, hilarity, and maybe, if you're extra lucky, some feels.

Things had not been coming up 'Darin' lately. Not at all. He's barely been here for any significant time and already several people knew things about him that he'd never wanted anyone to know. Probably one of the only people he could actually call a friend was pissed at him. And to top things off, he was homesick beyond belief.

He'd known that there was a Pleasure District in the colony, but he'd chosen to avoid it. Nothing really good comes out of places known distinctly as 'Pleasure Districts' but for once, he was actually trying to stay away from his smithy. And he'd heard there were a few really good bars around...and it had been such a long time since he'd had any decent booze.

Maybe you're just out drinking and this blue haired stranger is being rowdy next to you. Maybe you work at one of the establishments in the Pleasure District and this half drunk jerk stumbles into your business looking to have a laugh and a drink and maybe some decent company to vent to. Odds are he'll only remember parts of this when he survives his hangover the next day.

-Prompt I-

He'd only just started his evening, wandering into the first few bars that catch his eye. He looks around at the patrons, rubs his chin, and takes a seat at the bar. His face looks like the face of every bar-hopper with a story. He's got tons of them, and the look in his eyes says he hasn't slept in a few nights. He looks downright worn out, his clothes are dirty and singed from working non-stop in the forge and he raises a weary hand and drops it on the bar."Hey now, what's the best way to get smashed around here?"

-Prompt II-

He's already downed enough booze to considerably lift his spirits. He's staggering and swaying every which way. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. A looooooong time. He's not particularly dangerous to anyone. Maybe he's a little clingy. In fact, he might be draped over you right this second, just laughing. His breath stinks of alcohol and while he's not doing anything terrible, it seems you can't exactly shake this new leech.

"S...So hey. Hey, where are we goin' next? Night's still young, right? What's on tap?! Come on, let's have some fun!"

-Prompt III-

We've reached the part in the night where the alcohol has seeped into his brain enough to make him resentful of where he is. Not necessarily resentful of the Pleasure District, just resentful of the fact that he has to put up with all of this stupid nonsense. He bumps into you, then acts completely indignant. It's the third stage of drunkeness: The 'I'm not wrong, everyone else is and now I need to argue very loudly about it' stage. So, now that he's bumped into you like a teetering bull, it's time for him to snap at you like the petty drunk that he is.

"Hey! Watch where you're goin'! You blind or something?!"

-Prompt IV-

Ah it's finally morning. Calm has descended upon the Pleasure District, and Darin's night of binge drinking and shenanigans is over. How does one celebrate this achievement? Well, in Darin's completely hungover case, he's prominently displayed hanging from his waist atop a fountain. He's hanging from his belt. How he got there? Well, he climbed, but he had to do some kind of epic gymnastics to get his belt hooked on the fountain. He's just...hanging there. Passed out. Won't someone get him down? Maybe drop him into the cold water below? Or maybe just let him hang there. Take some pictures. Toilet paper him. He probably deserves it for all of the trouble he caused.

-Wildcard-

Work in the Pleasure District and want Darin to stumble in for shenanigans? Go for it! Feel free to get a prompt rolling and if you aren't sure or want to plot something, just ping me at bitterbearface

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Prompt IV

[fishyoldman]

Raven hadn't heard from Darin since his little stunt at the smithy. It was to be expected, when he still had to figure some things out, and, he supposed, decide just how much he wanted to tell Raven. It was a troubling conversation, and despite giving him the cold shoulder, maybe some part of Raven was worried by the kid's low regard for himself. Yet Raven's a tired old fart, so he just opts to deal with it in the same way as everything else: keep an eye on things from a distance and step in only if he needs to.

Still, after a conversation like that, it's somehow unsurprising to pass through the Pleasure District one morning to find a passed out Darin there. Time to step in.

"Looks like someone had a fun night," he mutters to himself, moving over to unattach the belt from the fountain. "Wakey wakey, kid."

...Aaand he'll let Darin drop into the fountain with a splash. He's not completely heartless, though, so he'll help yank Darin out the water whether he regains consciousness straight away or not.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[With such a rude awakening, it's to be expected that Darin starts to flail wildly the second he hits the ice cold water. He was in mid snore too, so he got a nice mouthful of that stuff. Who knows what goes on in that fountain, Raven?! This is the Pleasure District for crying out loud!]

[Darin clings to the edge of the fountain like he's about to be sucked into a whirlpool. His blue hair droops and his bangs are plastered to his face. He starts sputtering and spitting up fountain water in between garbled swears.]

Wh-What's the big--PFFT. Where the hell am I--GAAHK!! HRRK!! Alright, who's the wiseass?! Ah?!

[He can't see and he's so disoriented, he doesn't know which way is up.]

[fishyoldman]

[You can never truly sample the nightlife of the Pleasure District until you've been immersed in its various... liquids. Raven watches with a wry expression, any of his previous seriousness gone at Darin's antics. What a dumbass.]

Some jerk dumped ya in the fountain. Despicable, eh?

[Raven's unrepentant, but he does at least grab him by the armpits to help hoist him out before he can embarrass himself any further with all that floundering.] Good thing I was here in the nick of time before ya drowned!

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin lets himself be hoisted out of the fountain, partly because he hasn't really regained the usage of his legs yet. Whatever he did last night, he's not recovering from it so easily.]

[He just lays along the side of the fountain and brings a hand up to slick his bangs back to give him a better, albeit blurry, view of Raven looking down at him.]

Old man...what're you...?

[He stops this line of questioning and starts up a new one.]

Where am I right now?

[fishyoldman]

[Once Darin's out, Raven keeps a safe distance and wipes his hands on his coat. That water is nasty, and who knows where else Darin has been in the past twelve hours or so.]

This is the Pleasure District. You musta been chasin' pretty girls and partyin' all night! Didn't know ya had it in ya.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

W-What?! No! I was drinking!

...I think I was drinking.

... ... ...

Okay, the last thing I remember is drinking.

[He sits up slowly and runs his hand over his face. Oh man, bad idea. His whole world was spinning now. He flops backwards again with a groan.]

I just needed to get outta my own head for a bit...and booze is the best thing for that in the world.

[fishyoldman]

My boy, ya still have a lot ta learn if ya think drinking doesn't go hand in hand with the other two things.

[But, okay, maybe he can be serious again for a little while. Not that he's about to lecture Darin or anything when he has plenty of bad habits himself, but...]

Looks like ya emptied your head a little too well, I'd say.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Yeah...Yeah, I needed it...

[He cranes his head to look up at Raven. He's upside down and blurry but...Darin can't help but offer the older man a smile.]

I've been really dumb...about a lot of things.

[fishyoldman]

Me too, but ya don't hear me braggin' about it. It's just somethin' that comes with age.

[He offers a smile back, and moves to perch on the edge of the fountain. Might as well give Darin a little while to recover before they get moving, and it's not like there's many people around to gawk at this time in the morning.]

II

[tetherbell]

Are you sure you're up for any more? You already look like you're about to pass out face-first on the ground.

[Oh, hey. That's a familiar voice. And if he can manage to look a little up without falling backwards, he'll see a familiar face. She's dressed a little differently, though. Looks like she's all dolled up. Perhaps for a night on the town?]

Maybe I should just bring you home and tuck you into bed, instead.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

No way! No way!!! I'm running at like.

I've got.

I'm.

I've got like THIS MUCH still left!

[He throws his arms out wide and stumbles backward. Whatever 'this' is, he's sure does have plenty left.]

Hey...wait...I know you. You're...um.

Um.

Mu...sic...

[tetherbell]

I'm flattered. You probably don't even remember your own name, and yet you almost managed to remember mine!

You must not be so scared of me after all, if you'd work your pickled brain so hard for my sake.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

WHAT?! Of course I remember my name! It's Darin

And I'm a master of hammer...things.

M'not scared of you anymore. S'long as you're not a ghost.

If you're a ghost you haveta tell me.

It's the rules.

[tetherbell]

Oh, of course not! I'd never dare. After all, we both know what happens if someone breaks the rules, right?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

N...No.

What happens.

[tetherbell]

You have to become the servant of whoever calls you on it for a week. That's the ironclad law of the Pleasure District.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Wait I thought we were talkin' about ghost rules.

Ghost.

Ghost law.

Does this place have ghosts. Cuz Imma...Imma complain.

I

[bardromh]

[ He's still learning this bartender job but... ]

Um.. By drinking the drinks with higher alcohol levels, I guess?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Good answer!

Line 'em up!

[Darin is all too thrilled about this.]

But seriously, give me something strong and remorseless. I have a lot of things I feel like forgetting right now.

[bardromh]

Thank you very much.

[ He wasn't sure if it had been a good answer. Personally he has never really been drunk so... yeah.. ]

Remorseless?

[ He knows the strength of the beverages but their feelings...?? ]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

You're not much of a drinker, are you.

It's a figure of speech. I just want something to knock me on my ass.

[bardromh]

I am, I just don't get drunk.

[ Although he'd like to try it once. ]

Oh, alright, I guess that could be done.

[ He takes out a glass and fetches a bottle of their stronger liquor. ]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

By choice or are you one of those people that's impossible to get drunk?

[bardromh]

This far it has at least been impossible for me.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Fast metabolism then?

Or are you just not a fan of the stuff?