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

[warriorscribe]

I don't know... I can't talk to her. She only screams.

*Suddenly his bottle is very interesting.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[He doesn't have words for that. Not at that moment.]

How could we revert this?

[warriorscribe]

I don't know. I don't know, all I can do is keep distracted.

*He closes his eyes, less leaning and more slumping sideways into him now.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

I see... I'll keep you company.

[Which can also mean 'I'll keep you distracted'.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch lifts his head to smile up at him.*

I knew you'd be there for me. I can always depend on you...

[brbtalkingtogod]

Where else would I be if not here with you?

[Lucifel smiles back at Enoch. Seriously, where else should he be?]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch wraps an arm around Lucifel's shoulders for a one-sided hug.*

I'm so lucky to have a friend like you.

[brbtalkingtogod]

I can only give these words back to you.

[If about to get completely wasted, but anyways.]

[warriorscribe]

Really? I can't think of anything I've done...

*He laughs anyway and beams at Lucifel, his posture relaxing as the euphoria and alcohol almost completely drown Eleven out.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

You're being modest Enoch.

[So far he has done a lot for him. More than the scribe could think of.]

[warriorscribe]

No, I really don't know... *And somehow, this is very funny to him. It seems getting drunk again was successful.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

Think about it for a moment. You have been there the moment I have arrived, helped me with the things I have to deal with since I'm in a tangible body...

[And not to forget the events from August.]

[warriorscribe]

Oh. I didn't think it could compare... *Enoch smiles lazily and squeezes his shoulder.*

I'll always be there for you, even if it's not me.

[brbtalkingtogod]

... I know you will.

[It's so strange. Not until too long ago he had been able to say the same thing. But now saying so got much harder.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch seems content to sit there for the moment, taking small sips of his bottle with one hand and hugging Lucifel with the other. If Lucifel conveyed any discontent in his voice, he didn't see it.

His most wonderful companion, good wine, and the drunken haze muffling that screaming.*

...Maybe I'll ask Zo... *he says distractedly, taking another sip.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[He's trying his best to hide it. Any discontent, any worries of his.]

Zo?

[Lucifel tilts his head.]

[warriorscribe]

If he can help... Not that I don't appreciate yours.

*He looks up - if Lucifel's tilted his head towards Enoch there may be a collision.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

Ah, no worries, I get what you mean.

[And just that happens, collision of their heads.]

[warriorscribe]

*He'd looked up a little quickly, so there's a bit of a reflexive jerk back as he bumps Lucifel's head with his own. There's a pause, a little laugh, and Enoch lifts his hand to brush against the spot on Lucifel's head where he'd hit, as if he could possibly have hurt him.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Yeah, one of them is certainly drunk.]

Watch out.

[warriorscribe]

I'm sorry.

*Leaning back into that hug again, careful of where Lucifel's head is this time.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Honestly... what a cuddly drunk he is.]

[warriorscribe]

*He's been affection-starved the majority of his life, is it really such a surprise?*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[No, it's not.]