[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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[fishyoldman]

[Raven sighs and smiles to himself. If he's supposed to be put off by all this side-eyeing, he doesn't react to it.] You heard what I said, didn't ya? But it's all in the past. I wouldn't air out dirty laundry like this otherwise -- it'd be pretty dumb to, considerin' there's people from my world here who'd be at risk of findin' out.

[He shrugs noncommittally.]

I'll let ya draw yer own conclusions. I'm just tellin' ya this stuff because it's only fair. You've trusted me with a lotta stuff about you, good and bad, and I didn't give a whole lot in return... So this is me, givin' back to ya.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[It's that last bit that kind of catches Darin off guard. He really did trust Raven, didn't he. And sure, he's been burned in the past with trusting others...Raven was just...easy to talk to.]

[Darin falls silent as they walk along. His legs were starting to recover from the previous night's shenanigans and he was walking steadier now.]

[Finally, as they get close to Darin's place, he stops.]

I'm...sorry I haven't told you the whole truth. It's not that I don't want to. Hell, you're probably one of the only people I've met since I got here that I'd consider an actual friend.

I'm...

[He turns away a bit and rubs the back of his neck.]

To be honest...I'm scared of what you'd think of me. If you knew the truth about who I am. What I am.

[fishyoldman]

I know yer thinkin' muscle's still a little boozy there, but ya could switch it on a little. I just told ya I'm a dirty two-timer who's seen it all. Ya really still worried about what I'll think?

[As they approach Darin's place, Raven slows to a stop, watching him carefully. Really, he's set the bar so low it's rock bottom. It'd go underground if it could go any further.]

Do what ya think's best. I ain't here ta judge. [Unless he does any more pointless self-harming stunts, anyway.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[He laughs softly. Man, this was all bringing back memories. Good ones, though.]

Yeah...I know.

And...that means a lot to me.

[He reaches behind his back a bit so his hand rests on the pommel of the dao his father had made for him. A parting gift before he'd set out on his journey. It was his most prized possession, a reminder of why he had set out in the first place. A reminder that he had a home, and a father to come back to.]

I'll tell you about it. One day, when I'm...when I guess I'm ready to talk about it.

[fishyoldman]

Sure thing. Though I might have ta pass on divulgin' all my dark secrets to ya in return. Gotta keep up a certain air of mystery or the ladies will stop fallin' all over me!

[He grins. The dao gets a curious look, but he won't ask about it. Maybe that can be another thing Darin can tell him about later.]

How ya feeling? Did that walk sober ya up any?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Heh...no worries, Old timer. To be honest, I think I know more than enough about you to get an idea of what you're all about.

Can't say that I really get why you'd want to be mysterious around women though. Thought that just made you seem like a creep.

And...yeah. My legs don't feel like long tubes of pillow fluff anymore. I'm doing pretty good. Think maybe I'll give ViViD a go...maybe relax with some fishing.

[He turns to head into his place, then stops and turns back. He gives Raven a kind of wistful look. And he says something he wishes he'd found the chance to say a certain someone back home before his life got turned upside down.]

Thanks...for everything you've done. You're a good man.

[fishyoldman]

[He's not a creep! Why do people always imply that?]

Yeah? Knock yourself out.

[Though don't expect Raven to go dragging you home again if you literally knock yourself out, anyhow. Raven gives him a brief wave as he turns to leave, and he's getting ready to head off himself, so that heartfelt thanks after the fact catches him entirely off guard.]

You tryin' to make me blush? All I did was fish yer sorry butt out of a fountain. [After dropping him in the first place, but details.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin laughs.]

Yeah, you did. And how many people wandered by before you did that very thing? How many people saw me, laughed, and went on their merry way, never giving me a second thought.

Not you, though.

I know a guy like you. Does things when a lot of other people would just figure it wasn't their business or it was too much trouble. That's how I know.

[With that, he offers Raven an optimistic grin.]

And I also know that people like that don't get thanked as often as they should. So...this one's free. You might have to earn the others.

[fishyoldman]

C'mon, comparin' me to a total stranger ain't gonna get you anywhere. I ain't so coldhearted to people I know!

[But he doesn't necessarily know how to act when people are praising him for being nice, either. Insults, though? Those are easier to deal with.]

Better start bustin' my butt to earn my keep in gratitude, in that case.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Yeah but I'm keepin' my eye on you. Don't think I didn't notice you were in the Pleasure District in the morning.

[fishyoldman]

[Says the guy who was in the Pleasure District all night AND morning!]

So what if I was? You got a problem with it?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[DRINKING!! HE THINKS??? HE DOESN'T REMEMBER A LOT OF IT.]

Just making sure you remain an upstanding citizen. Lots of impressionable kids out there!

[fishyoldman]

Coming from you? Gimme a break!

[Heavens knows the actual kids around here are more mature than the two of them put together.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Hey now! I'm a fine and upstanding citizen! I have an image to maintain as the face of my business!

[fishyoldman]

So you'd have no objections if I were to, say... Help promote your business with a handy little recording of ya right now?

[Y'know, dripping wet, hungover, and looking like you've been hit by a train. He's already pulling out his Cerevice as if he'd seriously do it.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Whoa. Whoa hey.

Nope, you can't do that.

[MAKING GRABBY HANDS FOR THE CEREVICE NOW, RAVEN.]

[fishyoldman]

[Raven takes a step back, holding it behind his back out of reach. He's pretty fast for an old timer.]

Whoa! Ya don't hafta get all shy, Mr Face of your Business. How else is anyone gonna see the real you if you're scared of a little publicity?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin is normally quicker than this but he's still got an awful case of the booze legs. So he's wobbling around trying to try and get at that Cerevice.]

Well, I just...I feel that this is not an ideal time to advertise.

I try not to mix business with pleasure!

D-Dammit, Raven!

[fishyoldman]

[He's still holding it out of reach! But soon he relents--]

Heh heh. All right, I'll let ya off the hook, but only cause yer so sorry lookin'.

[He switches it off and stashes it back in his coat. As hilarious as it is to watch Darin struggle along like that, he's probably been through enough public humiliation for one day, right?]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Yeah yeah yeah...

You know, next time I go out drinking, I could use some company.

[fishyoldman]

Company, or a babysitter ta keep ya out of trouble? 'Cause the latter really ain't my style.