smash_logs | Drinking your worries away and stuffing large sausages in your mouth.

Who: Everyone
What: 17th of March at Bob's Cafe
Where: Bob's Cafe
When: Backdated to Tuesday, March 17th
Warnings: D for Drinking Dudes

Ahh March 17thh! The perfect day to have a festival of getting wasted and one celebrating Irish sausages and beer, right? Bob is ~~looking for an excuse to get wasted~~ going to get wasted!

The destination? The quaint little place that just happened to be owned by Arceus. Sausages floated in the air everywhere instead of the usual lights. Be careful not to bump your head and don't open your mouth to wide hahahaa--- It's the sausages! The thousands of them! Sausages as far as the eye can see, of all sizes, shapes and varieties from sour to spicy to bacon-filled. Cabbages, sauerkraut and sauces! Knödel (potato or bread dumplings), Kasspatzn (cheese noodles), Reiberdatschi (potato pancakes what do you mean I stole these from wikipedia) exploding from all sides of the kitchen. Oh and Bretzels ~~they're made with real Brets~~ bigger than your fist or even your HEAD! And the Beer. There is beer. EVERYWHERE. BEER. For those who are under the age of 19, we have non-alcohol beverages available (okay okay, it's juice). Grape, Pear, Strawberry, Cherry, you can drink them and pretend you're having an awesome time as the adults and some even almost taste like wine and beer! But really, don't you wish you were 19 like the rest? Hahahaha too bad.

Your waiters are dressed appropriately. But due to the nature of the game, sometime they come out to serve you dressed like this.

MAGICAL THINGS ARE AFOOT. For you see, the minute you enter the building, a fog envelopes you and suddenly! Poof! You're in a GREEN COLORED costume! What is it? It's MAGIC! Handy right? Forget having to spend hours for that perfect hairdo, at least tonight you'll be a perfect hairdo or some green on you, without regards to budget. It is merely what your imagination. Besides, even someone like Bob is mischievous this time of the year, especially when she's drunk.

Bob herself is dressed up appropriately. Well, you think? She seems to change costumes every time she talks to someone else or she moves behind a well concealed pole or door. How does she do that? A rather simple costume, it almost fits in the fact they are in a kitchen. What's odd is there are red peppers floating all around him..

Come on in! Be merry! Enjoy your green do!! Get Drunk! Eat Sausages! Celebrate! Have beer-filled desserts!

[OOC - Feel free to start out threads with your dudes doing things if you'd like. Mingle with each other, sometimes there will be special threads like giant sausage invasions, or shamrocks dancing. Take a seat, let the waiters come to you, Imagine your dudes in the most terrible of green outfits!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I couldn't tell you how they've changed it since I was young, but back then you had to break the ball and confirm it in a PC or Pokedex. You didn't even check those, did you?

[Facepalming because SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TELL HIM THE RIGHT WAY BUT IS COMPELLED TO ANYWAY.]

...well, no, I wasn't really thinking at the time.

But... that means you're still...?

[It doesn't matter what the reason was. He still tried and that's what hurts the most, no matter how many times she told herself to get over it. The damage is done. But he wouldn't understand if she told him. Humans don't get it. It's harder to look at him the more she thinks about it.]

...At this time, yes.

[Wow Gamera your shell is just so fascinating let me wipe that bit of dirt off.]

[Gamera is pretending to be oblivious and yeah you can clean that she'll that's good. As for Raiden he's AVOIDING LOOKING AT HER he's trying really hard but eventually, finally, he does settle those big, blue eyes of his on hers.]

...Do you want to?

[It would be so easy to just say yes. Instead she bites her tongue for a moment.]

...We haven't even spoken since Christmas, and that was far from civil. I've had a lot of time since then to think about things and just... move on. Or try to. There's so much we both need to work on before I can say yes.

[At first he's not sure he feels anything. It seems like the most logical answer, really. Then the feelings hit, and they are of course not very logical.

She doesn't want to be his Pokemon. How can he blame her, he's assured himself he was a shitty trainer--until he got Gamera back, anyway. Yeah, he had been doing really great with him, in his opinion! Who is SHE to judge!?

Then again what does that have to do with--

--no it has everything to do with...

No.

His nostrils flare, and then he manages a deep breath.]

You're... you're right.

I'm sorry.

[But she's right.]

[And he's not even fighting it. She should have expected that, especially when the decision was up to her. She hates having to choose when both options lead to such misery.]

It's not... It's not you. Mostly. Maybe one day I'll actually be worth keeping. I still want to talk to you sometimes, if that's alright.

[But would things be too different?]

Or at least see Gamera once in a while... or...

[Mostly? What does that mean? Furthermore, his heart sinks at her next statement.]

What do you mean?

[Gamera is quite aware of the gravity of this conversation aaaaand does his best to look adorable and not contribute to the weight of it.]

...Of course you can see him.

[Oh, Gamera. Blacky is sorry for contributing to your future ISSUES. Let her help by dodging all the questions.]

...Thank you. I don't need to get into what I mean. I need to see if I can still get drunk.

And make sure I don't get stuck in an outfit half as ridiculous as yours.

[He looks down at himself and frowns.]

It's not...!

[Yeah, wow, don't even try to defend that horrible outfit, Raiden.]

I guess it is pretty awful looking, isn't it...?

[He might even be attempting to smile. And it seems he only now notices that her necklace is not the vibrant red it usually is.]

And your necklace!

My what?

[Craning her neck back to look at it. Move your dumb head, Gamera.]

Agh! That's hideous!

[ha ha]

You definitely look better in red.

Wearing this and only this?

[Toucha-toucha the necklace.]

[MISS BLACKY THAT IS AN INAPPROPRIATE COMMENT. Raiden feels some heat rise to his face and he clears his throat.]

That... doesn't count, that's.

[Practically fused to your body. Sort of.]

Special.

[At least it's still fun to make him uncomfortable.]

Special is certainly one way to put it. I can't believe some lunatic has practically turned my soul green. That's disturbing!

[Huffff.]

Anyway, perhaps I'll wear other things that are red a little more often. If you'll wear a green that isn't... that.

I knew it was something you couldn't take off... is that what's really inside?

[He peers into the green orbs, his own reflection distorted and oblong. And what he's wearing looks notably even worse.]

Well! I don't wear this very often! I feel like a clown.

I think so. It would definitely explain some things.

[OooOOoo mysterious ghost.]

You are a clown.

[Gamera chirps in agreement. Raiden pouts.

...But give the blonde a few moments and he soon realizes there's something... nice about this. They certainly didn't have any sort of in-depth conversation about their feelings, which is probably leaving some important things unsaid but... maybe that's okay. There's still sadness and regret and a million other emotions under the surface, but the way they're casually bantering feels like a weight has been lifted somehow; like he has a life direction he can follow.]

You want to get a drink? Before this clown suit wears off, anyway?

[Blacky's just relieved that they're still talking even after her decision. Not that it makes the fact that she still loves him any easier, but at least it's not making it harder right now. That's... a start. Right? ~~Haha no, they are doomed.~~]

I would love to. As long as Gamera isn't drinking too.

[Yeah it'll probably be awkward when they do the actual and proper de-pokeball-ing but HEY. BABY STEPS. ~~Until the inevitable.~~]

No way. He's too young for that!

[WHY WOULD YOU MAKE HER WATCH THAT, RAIDEN.]

I'm just checking. Underage drug and alcohol use runs rampant in this school, after all.

[Blacky you are exaggerating.]

Drinking your worries away and stuffing large sausages in your mouth.

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