To Drown Out

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch never intended it but, everyone who's up for drinking!
Setting: Cafeteria, throughout the day (sorry team indigo)
Format: Party, do what you want!
Summary: With Riki being generous with the food again, Enoch decides to see, first, if he can still get drunk at all, and second, if being drunk will help keep his new headmate quiet. A (not-so-) surprising amount of people are likely to be interested in drinking with him.
Warnings: Drunken shenanigans. Possible angst because he might actually talk about Eleven under the influence. Might also talk about gory details of the meeting with Ruana. Did I say drunken shenanigans? I think I need to say that again.

*Much like just before the glamour failure, Enoch sits with several bottles of red wine from the kitchen stock. Unlike then, he has no extra glasses out to share with. He is not drinking to a plunge into the unknown. He is drinking to drown things. Mostly, the voice screaming in his head.

But nothing really changes the fact that any modern wine is of much higher quality than anything his time could produce, and he's savoring its flavor too, in long sips. It's almost a distraction, itself.

Speaking of distractions, he certainly won't object to any company, and if it turns into a larger gathering he may get so caught up in it he'll forget how much he's had.

And so might you. Care to grab a drink for yourself? He won't mind if you ask for some of the wine he has.*

((ooc: Of course you can approach Enoch like any other log, but due to interest expressed this is actually more of a mingle! Start games and contests if you'd like or just hang out and have your characters get drunk or bodyguard or spectate. Please identify new games and contests in the header to make it clearer to people scrolling through! Naturally there can be several threads of the same game, considering this isn't organized at all.

Have fun, and do keep an eye out for monsters...))

Comments

[silencetoreason]

[France isn't normally the type to drink wine so heavily that it gets him drunk, but he's made an exception tonight. In remarkable time, he's downed enough wine to the point where his already questionable judgment is further impaired, and as such, he's taken it upon himself to chat up as many people as possible.

He spots Aleph and perks up, wine glass in hand. He crosses the distance to greet him, and only manages to stumble once - quite the achievement, he thinks.]

Look, it is my favorite dance partner, coming to see me again! [Fact: alcohol makes him come off as ten times more full of himself than usual.] How are you doing? How is your lovely girlfriend? You must tell me everything!

[He slings an arm around Aleph's shoulders and rests against him, so close that their cheeks almost brush together. The smell of red wine is thick on his breath.]

[alephbet]

Lovely wife, now. [This is a little too close, but Aleph lets France invade his personal space for now. If he makes further moves, Aleph will probably step on his foot.] The wedding was absolutely beautiful.

And you? How are you?

[silencetoreason]

[France blinks and stares for a moment. It takes him a while to comprehend what he's heard, but when he does, he's all smiles again.]

Wife? Married? That is great! [He gives Aleph's shoulder a firm squeeze.] Oh, I would have loved to see that wedding...

[He rests his head on Aleph's shoulder more fully, a dreamy look on his face. He's either forgotten that Aleph asked him how he was, or he never heard him in the first place.]

[alephbet]

We would have invited more people, but April preferred it to be a private thing.

[Aleph gently pats France on his shoulder.]

[silencetoreason]

Ah yes, of course, of course. How very traditional of her.

[He lifts his head and looks around at the people mingling in the room. His vision blurs for a quick second, but he manages not to make his dizziness apparent.

You know what would cure that spinny head right up? More alcohol. He gulps down more wine.]

Now, where is your lovely bride? Surely you wish to spend every single minute with her!

[alephbet]

She's over there, drinking.

[He gestures over to where April is.]

But wouldn't that be overbearing a little?

[silencetoreason]

Overbearing? Non! [France seems aghast, like he can't believe what he's hearing.] It is never overbearing to be with your love! Trust me, I am the country of love. I should know, mon ami.

[Okay, so if he were thinking more rationally, he'd disagree with his own advice right now. But at the moment, all he wants to think about is how nice it would be to cling to someone he loves and never ever ever let go. If there was a way to wrap each and every one of his people up in his arms, he would do it in a heartbeat.

...Oh, he made himself sad again. Time to down the rest of what's in his glass.]

[alephbet]

How do you have just one country of love? Do other countries' people not have relationships?

[It would not honestly surprises him. Dystopias are a thing.]

[silencetoreason]

Mmn- Ahh. [France licks his lips and lets out a breath once he swallows his wine, then he shakes his head.]

Love is everywhere, of course, but I am the one known for it. My sights are- were- are strikingly romantic, my language is smoother than silk, and everything about my country takes your breath away. Naturally, lovers flock to me.

[He turns his head and pokes Aleph in the chest, looking suddenly indignant.]

And don't let that pig-dog England tell you any different.

[alephbet]

Alright, I won't...

[Isn't that a little rude though. He's sure England's not that bad.]