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

[technologic]

[Another blink. And then she reaches to lightly poke him on the forehead.] Are you drunk already?

[alephbet]

Hey, I'm no more than a little tipsy. I just love you with all my heart.

[technologic]

Yep, very drunk already. Maybe I should just leave you alone for the rest of the night.

[alephbet]

April, I'm serious.

[technologic]

... About what? [Cause yeah, she knows he's only a bit tipsy, so she's just joking around.]

[alephbet]

I'd be happy spending all my time with you.

[technologic]

Even at a drinking party?

[alephbet]

Yep.

[technologic]

... How much have you had to drink?

[alephbet]

Not much?

[technologic]

Ah, okay. Well, should I leave you to keep having fun?

[alephbet]

Remember to have fun too.

[technologic]

I've got booze, I will! And you don't have to worry, you're free to take someone back to your room with you. [That's how it worked back home.]

[alephbet]

[...

Bluh.]

Um.

We got married.

[technologic]

[Time for some ~cultural differences~!] I know. But doesn't that kind of thing usually happen at drinking parties? ... At least back home they did, though I left before things got bad...

[alephbet]

[Head shake.] Where I'm from, even if you're drinking, you're not allowed to... do anything with... anyone other than your husband or wife. You can get in serious trouble for that.

[technologic]

[Blink, blink.] ... Really? I mean, I know the person you're married to would be the one you always go back to, but back home people went with whoever they wanted, even if they did get married.

... Then again, when people got married, there weren't ceremonies or anything. So it's not like they were offical, I think.

[alephbet]

It's just... even if you wouldn't be angry at me I would be angry at myself. So I can't do that.

[technologic]

[April just looks confused now.] ... Why would you be angry at yourself?

[alephbet]

I only do those things with the person I love.

[technologic]

[Now she's turning red.] But... B-b-but you don't h-have to...

[alephbet]

I want to though.

[technologic]

[Just gonna take a sip of her drink, now bright red.] ... R-really?

[alephbet]

I promise.

[technologic]

I-I don't wanna, ah, confine you, though...