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

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer looks over at Raven.]

Yeah, but all of it going to one person?

[warriorscribe]

As much as it takes. I don't know my own limits anymore.

*He glances between the two.* You're free to take some, as well.

[puppy_lancer]

Sweet!

[Lancer reaches to grab a bottle.]

Man, you seem to know just what this place needs.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch chuckles a little.* I wasn't intending this. But drink is always better with company.

*That much, at least, had never stopped being true even under strain of immortality. It probably had to do with seeing others in good spirits, even when he himself couldn't drink enough to be drunk with them, not without arousing suspicion.*

[puppy_lancer]

Yeah, I say this from experience.

[His expression falls a little as he surveys the cafeteria.]

Don't think my brother or some of my friends are here, though. I wanted to get a drink with them...

[warriorscribe]

They're sure to come through here sometime, if they need to eat.

*Yes, he is planning on staying here until nightfall.*

[puppy_lancer]

Actually, they don't. Or at least Diarmuid doesn't. You know how we Servants are.

[warriorscribe]

Ah, no...I wasn't aware. Perhaps they'll come looking for you, then?

[puppy_lancer]

I sure hope they do. Though, something we only find each other in the weirdest places...

[unkindnessof]

[ An elegant shrug. Can shrugs even be described as elegant? Whatever. Maybe languid instead. ]

There's plenty more in the kitchen if you're worried. [ The concept of limits seems to be flying completely over his head. Far be it for him to police what other people do, so.

Besides, Enoch wouldn't be able to drink all of it before passing out... right? ]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer has picked up a bottle and is chugging it straight out of the bottle.]

Plenty more? Do they have anything stronger than wine?

[unkindnessof]

Only beer and wine, far as I know.

[ He just arches a brow and downs the rest of his glass before pouring himself another.

...And another. ]

[puppy_lancer]

Good enough, I guess.

[He chugs from his bottle.]

Don't mind me being all over the place (I'll get rid of this if you want)

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch watches them, amused, as he sips what seems to be the second to last glass he could get out of his first bottle.*

Do you two have greater tolerance than normal, too?

Re: Don't mind me being all over the place (I'll get rid of this if you want)

[puppy_lancer]

Fuck yeah.

[He waves his bottle at Enoch.]

Can't get drunk unless I really want to.

[...And he wants to.]

[unkindnessof]

[ Raven's response is only to wave his left arm vaguely at them both, as if to say, 'what, you really thought this was all there was to it?' It's only after he takes another long swig from his glass that he replies. ]

Haven't had the opportunity for a while now. I'm afraid I also don't know what my limits are anymore.

[ But he seems to be handling himself well enough despite 1) not being immortal and 2) the amount he's already downed. ]

[puppy_lancer]

Eh, who needs limits.

[warriorscribe]

They're useful to know if you have them. I'd like to know for myself.

[puppy_lancer]

Then consider this the perfect experiment. How much can either of you down?

[unkindnessof]

[ Raven coughs into his glove, but it sounds more like he's repressing a laugh. He wryly raises a glass. ]

Here's to limits then, or the lack thereof.