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. ]

Comments

[heymcfly]

[ Allow Marry to join you later in the evening.

He looks like a good kid, sure. But by god if he's gonna sneak a beer or two (or three, or four...) because shit, if you're in a place where you're watching people die every week, why not? He might not be around the next day, so he's going to get shitfaced while he can. It was kind of hard to sneak the booze without Barkeep noticing, but it was possible.

Marty takes a seat next to her, eyes half lidded. It is way too obvious he's going to be sick next morning. ]

Howzit goin'?

[clearasmud]

[ Exactly. It's silly to let kids join the army before they can buy a drink to drown their sorrows in! Or something. ]

Wonderfully! And yourself?