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

[wegotlucky]

[Neal is not in a good way. Though he tries to hide it, the feeling of finding himself completely alone again isn't resting well with him. Drowning away his sorrows seems like a perfect idea for him to deal with his problems, but he's still sober enough to notice the young boy looking at beer, and turning to him, blinking uncomfortably.]

Hey, don't drink that. I'll get you a root beer float. You'd like that better.

[colonial]

[The temptation of a root beer float shines obviously in America's eyes, though he still looks down at the drink again.]

My big brother drinks this a lot, so I wanted to try.

[wegotlucky]

[He smiles gently.]

Hey, don't worry. You'll be able to drink it eventually. You just have a few years before you can.