What gets you drunker quicker? What comes in bottles or in cans?

[stoogesofsanfran]

WHO: 2/3 of the Enforcers and anyone else interested in drunk shenanigans.
WHAT: BOOZE! And then two rather drunk ex-cons.
WHEN: The same evening people find the town, the drunkards.
WHERE: Kangaskhan's cafe and then the city streets.
WARNINGS: Alcohol, possible references to alcoholism, language and potentially talk of things related to organized crime depending on where conversations go. Violence is not out of the question, either.



Late Afternoon

[It has been a Day. Maybe not one of the worst Days the Enforcers have had, but any Day that starts with finally getting out of prison and then utterly destroys the relief of freedom calls for alcohol. Having left Ratso behind with some excuse about Valmont needing someone who wasn't weak to cold around, Finn and Chow had set out in search of whatever this place has that passes for a bar. What they find isn't quite worthy of being called a bar, pub, or even tavern, but a cafe with an alcoholic drink menu is close enough. Except for one small problem...]



We comb this dumb ice sculpture city for hours, and all we find is generic brand beer? Lame.

[Somehow the black and white Murkrow is holding the drink in question in one wing, which seems to be acting remarkably like a hand. Of course, his complaint doesn't stop him from pouring a good amount of it into his beak.]

They couldn't at least have the decency to have invented whiskey already?



So you could get drunk off yer ass like usual an' make me carry ya back ta our new pad? Hah, dream on.

[The all black Combusken doesn't seem to have any compunctions about getting himself drunk, though, as he downs his own drink and waves for a refill.]

Maybe this way ya'll have time ta notice yer already wasted before ya end up trippin' over yer own feet.



Oh shut up, I know perfectly well when to stop if I gotta walk somewhere. Besides, I'm not the one that ends up picking fights with street lamps.



That was one time!

[...Maybe someone should come check on them, before their squabbling scares off the other patrons?]


Evening

[An afternoon of drinking inevitably leads to an evening of trying to get home drunk. Trying to get home drunk, when you have ditched your usual designated driver, is not as easy as it sounds, despite not sounding particularly easy. Add in unfamiliar territory, and you end up with two very lost birds, wobbling down the street.]



I'm tellin' ya, Finn, we jus' came by this way. [Chow manages a glare behind his sunglasses as he shifts a crate in his arms so he can point, producing a clinking and swishing sound of full bottles.] The hotel's back...thattaways. Somewhere.



An' I'm tellin' you... [Thoroughly inebriated, Finn's words come out with a light Irish accent.] I know where I'm goin'! I remember exactly how we got to that place.



Fer pity's sake, ya featherbrained asshole, we wandered! I swear ta whatever weird animal god this place's got, if you got us lost, I'm gonna kick yer ass so hard ya'll be tastin' bird shit fer a month!



Aww settle, before ye lay an egg! If it comes down to it, I could always just head on up and get us a bird's eye view of the way back.

[This. This is a terrible idea. He can barely walk straight, let alone fly. Someone stop him before he hurts himself.]

Comments

PARTY HARD BOYS

[sakatree]

[Being a ghost has its advantages. Mostly.

He wanted to float through the wall, but that wasn't happening with the log mask. He can definitely do the silent grinning approach though.]

Figured out about the 'special menu' huh?

[stoogesofsanfran]

[They start at the sudden voice, although having known a certain Jade Chan for any length of time will desensitize most people to being snuck up on.]



Not difficult, just had to come in asking after something on the hard side. Hey, wanna grab a seat?

[He waves the wing that isn't holding his beer to an empty chair across the table.]



You know this guy, Finn?

[sakatree]

I would but I'm pretty sure I'll float through it... [he sighs, turning to the fire chicken.] ...Oh hey you're the buddy they mentioned then?

[A wave, rather than a hand shake, is offered.] Kashiwa Hatsu! Resident plant ghost.

I think. Everything's kind of fuzzy on the species barrier here.

[stoogesofsanfran]

He's our neighbor at the hotel. Hey, ever get that room sorted out?



Kinda weird we can see ya if yer a ghost. But then, I dunno shit about the way magic works here.

[He shakes his head and grabs his new drink.]

Name's Chow, resident fire rooster.

[sakatree]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure ghosts aren't supposed to be 'alive' either...I'm wondering if the whole 'ghost' deal is just sticking because of the goes through walls thing.

[Which he can't do but SHHHHH.] Nice meeting you! Heard you made some quick work with that ice scam huh?

[He's calling the rooms that now. Forever.] Managed to get the other fire-guy around here to help; pretty sure he's more irritated about sharing with me than the other way around though, [he huffs, crossing his arms. As if the grass one shouldn't be more worried right??]

STUMBLING HOME

[lazywater]

[You know... En is tired. That's not particularly new, but after deciding to explore the city and get a feel for the place, En is trudging back to the inn to get some shut eye. He's crawling back, yawning away, when he hears the two birds squawking away at each other, causing quite an uproar.

He has every mind not to check it out, but then he recognises the duo. En laughs a bit to himself as his sensitive nose picks up the fermented fruit juice and he shakes his head.]

... Better not. Might get yourself more lost fellas.

[You're lying down En... without a flashlight. These drunks are bound to trip on you, dork.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[Between Jade's habit of popping up out of nowhere and Tarakudo's habit of hiding until he wanted to say something, these two are pretty used to sudden voices from where they didn't think anyone was. That said, they're also drunk. As a result, both of them practically jump out of their feathers.]



[And the drunker of the two does, in fact, trip over the guy lying on the ground. He ends up flailing his wings to stay upright, only to end up falling on his butt from backwinging on the ground.]

Well, we gotta be findin' our way back somehow.



Hey, didn't nobody ever tell ya it's rude to sneak up on people? You lookin' fer a fight or somethin'?

[It doesn't even occur to him that maybe he just didn't see the person because he's wearing sunglasses in the dark and wasn't looking at the ground...]

[lazywater]

........

[Twenty second delay and-]

Ow.

... I'm didn't sneak up. I'm right here in front of you. Much as... whoever tripped over me knows.

[He makes sure none of his groceries are bruised before he looks up.]

I'm heading back myself. Why don't you follow me?

[stoogesofsanfran]

'Cause we'd like ta get home sometime tonight?



Hey, I'm all for slowin' down if it means less walkin'. Long's ye ain't lost too.

[lazywater]

Well... carry me then. My body may be slow, but my brain isn't. I can direct you two.

[What do you mean he's trying to get out of walking? Don't be silly.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

Sorry pal, no can do. These wings ain't made for no carryin' people.

[Plus, that sounds like effort even if he had arms. En isn't the only lazybones around here.]



An' I got my hands full already.

[lazywater]

Then we go slow. We're heading the same way, after all. And you two need to be responsible adults and all that shit.

[He waves his hand in a vague direction and leads the way.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

Oi, all the bullcrap we've been through, we've earned some time ta be irresponsible!



Ain't that the truth. Besides, gotta celebrate finally gettin' outta the slammer somehow! An' seein' as certain options ain't on the table...

[lazywater]

........ what? You mean meet girls or drink stronger things?

[stoogesofsanfran]

...Waddya mean 'or'?



Like ye wouldn't just get turned down like ye always do. It's embarrassin' ta know ye sometimes.

[lazywater]

[En snorts at both comments, filling in exactly what kind of view he has on this sort of thing.]

It's not like it's a bad thing though. There's no point being popular with girls.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Well, bein' popular in general never hurts...



I dunno, I can think'a some pretty good 'benefits' to bein' popular with the ladies...

[lazywater]

It is. Popularity with men is more useful though.

Girls are to be admired. It's probably better to love them rather than be loved by them. They also say women betray, but men do not. [In the more colloquial, bonding sense anyway]

The point is there's not as much loss if you don't have popularity with women.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Dunno 'bout women betrayin', but I can see yer other point.



An' there goes yer room ta get on my case, right outta the park!

[lazywater]

It's what they say. [Another shrug, but he seems satisfied the point has gotten across.]

So what is the drinking age around here anyway?

[stoogesofsanfran]

[They look between each other and then shrug in unison.]



I dunno.



Ain't had ta worry 'bout different drinkin' ages anywhere but India fer a couple'a years now...

[lazywater]

Keh... I'll find out myself. I doubt anyone sees me for anything other than a child right now anyway.

[That's the impression he had been getting the entire afternoon when he was shopping. Lots of comments on how small he was and 'what's a kid like you doing around here by yourself? Are you new']

[stoogesofsanfran]

Who knows. I ain't got a clue how ya tell ages 'round here.



Aside from the fact that apparently baby seal monsters look like livin' beach balls.

[lazywater]

The locals can... given they've been these for their entire lives, it's not surprising but still.

Spheal, right? She's a nice kid. Just as bouncy as a ball too.

[So he may have introduced basketball to her. Shhh...]

[stoogesofsanfran]

She seems it, but she was a bit busy when we was back at the hotel. An' we didn't stick around long after Chow finished makin' us some room.



Had other things ta take care of.

[He pats the side of his crate, which jingles again as the bottles shift.]

[lazywater]

Ehe, nice. I don't suppose I'll see you three out of your rooms for a while. Try not get yourselves kicked out of the inn.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Eh, we'll be out an' about.



Not much t'do in an empty room, even with Big V to be fillin' in.

[lazywater]

Ah, I see. Well I plan on staying and napping... There's no hotspring or school, so besides food, I don't see much reason to go outside.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Forgettin' 'bout money there.



Yeah, we got a real sweet tip about a good way ta make a quick buck, too.

[lazywater]

I'll dig through the trash...

[No he won't]

Care to share? Is it legal?

[stoogesofsanfran]

Sounds it. Bit o' work, but...



Oughta have a big return. Turns out there's a whole guild fer treasure hunters here.

[lazywater]

... Treasure hunters, huh? ... Sounds... questionable. I mean... isn't there only ice around here?