smash_logs | 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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"I thought you said something else, dude," said Hagakure. "Must have been the music or this drink or the last drink or the drink before that one."

He stared into Kittytaco's terrifyingly red eyes.

"How are you?"

Tired. Dizzy. Overwhelmed and wanting to go back to the school and hit the hay early enough to catch the sunrise. All of the above.

His response instead was, "I'm determined to see this night through! I must say, I'm very surprised at how many students ended up coming here after all! I'll need to keep an eye on each and every one."

"But then," said Hagakure, tapping Kittytaco lightly on the side of the head, "who's watching you, dude?"

Whoa.

Whoa!

His original answer might have been that obviously he didn't need a babysitter, because he was one of the most responsible students in the entire school. And probably more responsible than most of the faculty, at that. But now that there was indeed alcohol in his system he knew that he was wrong, and that he was a no good troublemaker just like the rest of them. Or had the potential to be if left unchecked.

"How could I have neglected something like that?! Who is going to be watching me?!"

Hagakure's deep, man.

"That's why I'm here, dude," he slurred. "I'll be your... you. I'll be your Ishimaru, dude."

"You can't be me!"

And yet again, he was haunted by Hagakure's comment about probably having the same childhood, dude.

"Sure I can, dude," said Hagakure. "All I gotta do is... care about the rules a lot and yell. Here, watch, dude."

He looked over at Ishimaru and took him in. Aha, an opening. "Attention Ishimaru Kiyotaka-kohai, your boots are spotted from the slush outside, and fail to represent the, uh, orderly appearance that students should strive to... to emulate... to create camaradiere and... unity! You should polish them... at your earliest convenience so as to not... bring shame to your uniform and, uh, the school it represents!" ~~dabe~~

Oh god, he was not sober enough for this. And even if there were not a drop of alcohol in his system, he still wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Don't address me as your underclassman! We're in the same year!!"

But he did feel compelled to check his boots just to make sure that they were clean. A dirt smudge on the toe... no...

"I'm two years older than you at least, dude," said Hagakure. "I'm your, I'm your social superior. I could vote back home. And buy cigarettes. I bet you can't vote yet, dude. I bet you can't get a cigarette ID card," he explained.

"I never intend to buy cigarettes!"

Voting, though... that subject made him a little sore. Not to mention the subject of Japan making him homesick in the first place. All that and the alcohol in his system messing with him a little...

His mouth twisted into a lopsided frown. "I can't even get back home... I'll never vote! I'll never become a politician! What should I do?!"

Woah, when did Kittytaco want to be a politician?

"Woah, dude, woah, slow down the, the Kiyotaka-train there, buddy dude," said Hagakure who was trying to imagine Kindertrumpet as a politician. "Is it. Is it 'cause you get to have a van? You get a van that has a loudspeaker and you yell things at people, dude? Do you want a van with a loudspeaker, dude? 'Hello, hello, hello, vote for me, I am Ishimaru Kiyotaka and I am running for, for, for the Liberal Democratic Party in Aomori District 3.' Is that it, dude? Is that what you want to be able to do? I can get you a megaphone dude. You don't have to be a politician to have a megaphone."

Did a guy with his vocal chords really need a megaphone, though.

"What?! No, it's more meaningful than that! But you wouldn't understand!"

Yes, you do. It's a requirement and you know it.

"Why not, dude. I understand things. I, I, I get it, dude. You can tell me. I'm a psychic I'll, I'll find out even if you don't tell me. I'll do it."

He'll do it.

There was no way he could do it...

And he was going to prove it through being too stubborn and proud to spill his character motivations to someone who had not bestowed gifts on him at least four times already. So he crossed his arms.

"This is a highly personal matter! So... no!"

That was it. That was his argument. He could do better on a normal day, really.

"No, I'm going to, to read your palm. Give me your hand, dude. Just, just give it to me. I need your hand."

Hagakure is now reaching out for your hands. He's going to grab your hand and look at it. Look at him, trying to grab your hands.

"No, that's unnecessary!"

But his hands were grabbed, and he was a little too dizzy to do much but give a halfhearted tug to free himself.

Hagakure stared blearily into Itchymarble's hand.

"You have. You have weird callouses, dude. Is that. Is that callouses from holding a pencil? Do you have note-taking callouses?" he asked. "From taking notes?"

"I take just as many notes as any other student should!"

A weird callous on his left hand, the remnants of old papercuts on his fingers, and generally rough-ish, dry skin that had its moisture sapped from frequent washing and all the damned papers he handled all day every day. Who knew how much worse off they'd be if he didn't invest in little bottles of lotion. Those were his hands, dude. READ'EM.

"You're... you're... I can't find your life-line, dude. Where's, where's your life line. What did you do with your life-line? All I'm getting is that you're a ghost. Are you a ghost, dude... You're... you're already dead."

Oh no, Itchymarbles. Are you really dead? Do you just think that he can't read your life-line because you're actually not alive and you should really be dead?

Oh hell no.

"This argument is not starting again! We settled this already!! I am very much alive!"

He jerked his hand away and hid both of them behind his back, shuffling away from Hagakure. "That's enough!"

HAPPY NEW YEAR

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Oh my god I suddenly realized that drunk Hagakure's speech patterns are stolen from "Rick and Morty"

you americans and your adult swims

I rolled an 'inaccurate' for any fortunetelling that Hagakure attempts at this time

-100 faith points

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