002 - Because Any Excuse is a Good Excuse to Party

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Firo comes and goes in the bar, cleaning and arranging things, vanishing with broken chairs and reappearing with new ones, replacing tables and cleaning up glass until the place is a weird combination of speakeasy chic and Gunsmoke classic-old-west-bar. And then he starts showing up with food.

The alcohol comes later, once he's arranged various things on various tables--glass centerpieces and fancy ash trays. He's having fun, bringing in some of the best hooch the Alveare has to offer. Finally, he leans out the doorway of the bar and gives a piercing whistle.]

H'lo! Anyone there? Throwing myself a welcoming wingding and it would curve to have it all to myself. Don't want all this food to go to waste!



[[It's a party! So yes, the usual rules apply--threadhopping, drinking, eating, being merry, etcetera!]]

Comments

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[accepts and downs it like a true drinker of hard liquor.] It's nice t' see someone fixin' th' place up. I was gonna but I suddenly got work back home.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Ohthankgod. Firo was starting to think there wasn't another one around. He pours Wolfwood another.] Oh yeah?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Seems I've got roped inta being th' preacher back home. [and down it goes ] 'Course, they needed one bad.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Downs his own and pours them both a new one.] That so.

[He doesn't seem perturbed at all at the idea of a drinking preacher.] Most places do, huh?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[doesn't drink this one down right away instead finds a chair to sit in first] Yeah. Most small town's like havin' a preacher.

So what do you do besides puttin' together parties?