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HAPPY NEW YEAR

Who: Anyone of legal drinking age or with a good fake ID
What: A BAR LOG: NEW YEAR'S EDITION
When: New Year's Eve
Where: The Birdcage
Warnings: I think there may be alcohol references in this bar log. Also probably sloppy makeouts come midnight.

The Birdcage may have taken a hit during the destructive riots in the city over the summer, but like a majestic phoenix, it had risen from the ashes and looked better than ever with its renovations - just in time for one of the biggest nights of the year. The lights shone brighter and more colourful than ever, the bar was stocked with fresh new liquors from around the globe (and beyond), the music rang loud and clear through new speakers, the stage was more elaborate and featured all kinds of drag and burlesque troupes...

It was simply fabulous.

And on this New Year's Eve, it was packed from wall to wall with those reveling in the joy of having their favourite bar back and eager to see what the next year has in store. The patrons were brought together from all walks of life, all timelines and universes and races and lifestyles, to celebrate together and bask in the warm buzz of a good drink.

Some of them were here from Smash Academy. Why? Maybe they planned in advance. Maybe it was spur of the moment in an attempt to not spend New Year's miserable and alone while sober. Maybe it had to do with that brochure for the grand reopening that kept appearing on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria no matter how many times a certain hall monitor and other concerned folk took it down.

THE POINT IS. It's a drinking log. Go nuts.

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It was already getting pretty lively in here. Both the tables and the queue for the bar was getting filled up with people. Vinnie pointed over at the counter, and told Bulba, "I can go line up while you find a place t'sit. That sound okay?"

Bulba nodded in affirmative. "Okay. I'll find somewhere cozy."

And then he paused.

"... Watch out for the Magypsies. They're all really nice, but they might try to pinch your butt."

Vinnie's face skewed in a look of confused disbelief. "Why the hell would they pinch my butt? Also, whadya want t'drink?"

"Because you have a nice butt." This was the face of a man delivering a science fact. "But uh... A honey harvest moon would be good," Bulba continued after he thought about it for a moment.

Your science was dumb and weird. Vinnie snorted as he half rolled his eyes, but there was still a touch of a smile on his lips. "Phfft. Al'right." Giving Bulba's hand one last squeeze, he ventured off into the crowd that had gathered around the bar.

It'd be some time later that he got back to Bulba - the line up wasn't short, and fancy video game reference cocktails take time to make - but when he did, it was with two drinks in hand, and a redder face than when he left.

The shiny saur could be found at a spot that was a whole lot cozier than anticipated. It was going to be a big affair after all, so many of the most prime spots had already been nabbed up. He had managed to grab a bit of a corner booth for the two of them.

He perked up when he noticed Vinnie head his way, and waved him over. He scoot over so Vinnie could take a seat. "I hope it wasn't too bad..."

Vinnie why were you so red.

"...Did one of them actually pinch your butt?"

"NO," he snapped a little too quickly as he sat down. Bulba's drink was placed in front of him, while his own... he stared at it for a bit before setting it suspiciously down on the table. It was bright green with a froth on top that seemed to churn with an otherworldly fog. It was eerie and ethereal all at once.

"I wanted Leechade, but the bartender winked at me an' said I'd like this one better," mumbled the Venusaur.

Bulba blinked at the sharp note of the denial, the surprise even more evident in the flick of his ears and the tiny "oh" he uttered. It started to become apparent that the drink in the hand was the source of Vinnie's wariness, and Bulba leaned over to get a better look at its mystical magical contents.

"Oh," he said again, a bit curious. And possibly concerned.

"What... is it."

"S'called Possession, apparently," Vinnie replied, also peering into the depths of this green enigma. Man, he really should've insisted on getting his Leechade, but the bartender was so... forward and... insistent. This was a legit place though, right? He was pretty sure he saw weirder looking drinks out there.

Still, that wasn't what he was so red about. Muttering under his breath just loud enough for Bulba to hear amid all the background noise, he explained, "...He said it was a 'love vigour'."

Gosh it was so swirly. He almost thought he could hear whispers coming from its misty depths, but he knew better than that. It was just tricks from the background chatter. Yes.

"... Well then."

He could see what had gotten him so flustered then. If h had been in the other Venusaur's position, he'd probably have gotten just as red. As it stood though... Bulba flicked his gaze back up to Vinnie's reddened cheeks, a teasing grin creeping up on his face. "As if you needed one," he said, leaning in to give Vinnie's cheek a playful peck.

This is apparently what Vinnie was for tonight: getting horribly nervous and embarrassed in Bulba's stead. There was a flustered sound in the back of his throat as he was smooched, and that was when the older Venusaur decided that if this was what his entire night was going to be like, then he definitely needed to be drunk. Spooky love drink be damned.

He picked up the glass and took a generous gulp of the stuff - and to his surprise, it actually had a nice tartness to it. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

"You're having way too much fun with this," he muttered back, pouting.

No not the pout.

Bulba laughed a little, a bit more subdued than it might have been on another day. "Maybe," he replied, eyeing his pout. Probably the other saur didn't realize that all it did was make him especially adorable, but that might have just been Bulba-vision in effect. Maybe. It was probably better if he didn't draw attention to it.

The blonde picked his own drink up to take a much smaller sip than Vinnie had. The alcohol hit first on his palette and he couldn't help but scrunch his face up slightly as it did, seeing as his drinking habits were the rarest of them all. The sweetness of the honey came quickly after, and then everything was fine and warm all the way down.

Vinnie noted the way Bulba winced at the taste of alcohol, and opted to counter it his own way by nuzzling his cheek. The other Venusaur felt warmer than he expected him to, but it was easy to write that off as a fast-acting effect of the cocktail. If his own face hadn't been red already, it would've started burning now.

"Taking advantage of my ignorance and naiveté," he accused in jest. Joking was easy when a guy was nervous. His thumb was tracing restless trails in the condensation against the glass. "Also, my youth."

Bulba didn't even notice his own temperature with the heat of Vinnie's cheek blazing against his. His smile was coaxed back immediately as Bulba returned the affections. "I'm really awful like that," he laughed. "They're all shining qualities I want to keep for myself, obviously."

He reached over to brush his hand over the other Venusaur's. He was doing just fine. Seemingly warmed from Vinnie's nuzzles, Bulba turned a bit pinker as he added somewhat shyly, "Don't use your love potions for anyone else, ok? Those things are dangerous, you know."

The alcohol was already winding its way through Vinnie's system. He took another sip and casually leaned his head against Bulba's. It rested there lightly, filling him with the simple comfort of just having his body against the other Saur.

"Would you get jealous?" It was mostly a tease, but there was a small part of him that was curious. There was still a lot of unfamiliar territory for him, and he was starting to feel loose enough to just vocalize whatever feeling bubbled up to the surface.

That was something Bulba never talked about. He took another sip of his own drink, and when he found it tasted mostly sweet this time around, it kind of turned into a gulp. The warmth dropped down through his belly, and Bulba leaned his shoulder against Vinnie's. This was nice.

"I probably would," he admittedly softly, just loud enough for Vinnie to hear. He chuckled afterwards, trying to make light of it, because a tease was just supposed to be a tease. "I wouldn't know what to do."

Hearing Bulba chuckle, Vinnie did as well - though his was more open and earnest. He hadn't been the one pining after an unrequited crush the whole time, so he had no point of reference of how it felt to see that person happy with someone else. It didn't seem like such a big deal in his head, especially right now when he was starting to get tipsy.

"Do y'want some love potion too?" Y'know, to make sure he stayed on the straight(?) and narrow.

Bulba laughed again, with more amusement this time. He was more than happy to let the comment slide by.

"I wouldn't mind sharing yours," he replied.

Vinnie passed him the drink, smiling as though they were sharing some kind of in-joke.

"It's tart," he warned. "I think it's kinda strong, too."

The drink was received with a slightly dubious look. It had been a bit intimidating when it just sat there and whisped around, but whatever he was already starting to feel buzzed and he was going to do it.

"Then it's probably really effective," he joked a bit nervously.

Well. It wasn't going to drink itself. Bulba stared at it a second more before he took a sip aND IMMEDIATELY his face puckered up far more than it had with his own drink. Quickly, he set the drink down and turned his head to hide his face in Vinnie's shoulder as it burned its way down his throat.

"Hgghg."

That got a laugh out of Vinnie - a cheeky, pure laugh that was just a bit raspy, and almost a little giggly. He rubbed his nose against Bulba's ear as the other Saur buried into his shoulder, in lieu of giving him a pat on the back.

"I think it's working!" Mostly due to the fact that the younger Grass Type's reaction was adorable. Good job being a cool guy, Bulba.

The shiny saur made a tiny sound against the other- not quite a whine, but caught between a pleased hum and definitely some sort of mild complaint. It was cut short by an extremely brief, aftershock-esque shiver that pulsed through him. Oh geez. Okay. Yes, he was definitely the coolest guy.

The coolest pouting guy, cause he was definitely pouting when he lifted his head again. Pouting and extremely red in the face because that was the opposite of a cool reaction and he knew it. "H-How do you figure?"

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