Party time? Party time.

[clearasmud]

[ Enough of this. Enough Tuesdays being total crap, enough of everything sucking. The Conductor had given them a bar stocked with alcohol, they practically had a responsibility to use it to the fullest. For their own satisfaction and to pour one out, as it were, if not literally because that would be disgusting indoors.

Under most doors, a scribbled note is being slipped: ]

We've got a bar, let's use it. Even if it's just for tonight, we deserve a break! Will start 8PM. Many drinks! Don't come if you think you're too young!!

[ ...That was kind of a lot to write out over and over again, but hopefully it'd be worth it. ]

[ ooc: treat this like you would a trial or resistance meeting, by which I mean go forth and threadjack all over. ]

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[midnightsea]

[Even if drinking would affect him at all (and it wouldn't) Dio didn't care for it in the slightest. From the look of the half-formed scowl on his face, he seemed to have a distaste for the very concept.]

[But it was night, he was awake, and this place was just boring when he was left to his own devices. Actually writing in the journal currently hidden in his jacket only took up so much time, and so Dio decided he'd at least spend a few minutes there.]

[Who knew? Maybe he'd get lucky and Rick would get drunk enough that no one would care if he punched him.]