No party like an pope party??

[archboxer]

[That... that was a thing for everyone. There should be no celebration for Lif but, well, even if Rhea has a very cynical view of such things it's probably for the best that everyone stays together. Her first stop is the cafeteria, after all nothing better to keep people in one spot than free food. There she bumps into Mira, leaving the snacks to her Rhea ends up writing notes to everyone to come to the cafeteria in a few hours.

Some she hands personally and if she can't find someone she slid it under their door. Rin's she slides into her room regardless.

Fortunately, you won't hear a sermon.]

Comments

[reallyhatesharks]

[Nova takes the glass and just looks down at it before looking up at the window overlooking the ocean. She seems far away for a second, but then she seems to remember where she is and smiles.]

Aren't you going to have any? The only thing worse than being depressed is drinking alone to cover up the fact that you're depressed.

[bogwife]

I might, once everyone else has some. You all need it more than I do. [She leans her hip against the table, ready to strike up more of a conversation but she pauses.]

...Oh sod it, we all could have died today. [And pours herself a small glass and downs it in one gulp.]

[reallyhatesharks]

Exactly. Cheers.

[Nova raises the glass slightly before repeating the gesture. Sure is alcohol, not that she paid much attention to her wine class in bartending school.]

Well, I gotta say that burns less than body shots.

[bogwife]

It's a shorter ferment so it doesn't have as much of a- wait, what's a "body shot"?

[reallyhatesharks]

There's two main - okay, actually, first? First, you have to understand I'm not trying to come onto you.

[That she's wearing the perfectly tailored suit without the shirt so her tits are out not withstanding. She's most comfortable dressing like this.

Unfortunately, this explanation of body shots is memorized from when she used to work in a . . . less respectable establishment than Fin's.]

Two main ways to do a body shot. One: I lick somewhere on your body, sprinkle some salt on it, and stick a lime in your mouth. Then I lick the salt off, take my shot, and kiss you to grab the lime, washing it all down. Second is I lie down on this table, lick somewhere to sprinkle some salt and pour the shot into my bellybutton. Same order for that: salt, shot, lime. Who's holding the lime is mostly up to drinker.

[Thankfully, Nova says this whole explanation with the sort of detached, frank tone that waitresses say "can I take your order?" because well. Body shots stopped being sexy to her after about the third guy asking if he could take the shot from between her tits.]

[bogwife]

[Zerinda has been walking around in a corset for two weeks, seeing someone else with their tits out is more than welcome in her eyes. It's also a style choice she's taking close mental notes of because wow, it's a good look.

She listens to the explanation with wide eyes, her mouth dropping open a little the more she talks. She's been to some seedy pubs before but none of the shenanigans she'd gotten up to in those even came close to this.]

Wow. That sounds...really fun, actually.

[reallyhatesharks]

It's more fun when it's between girls, in my experience. Men are handsy - you know how it is.

[All Drunk Men Be Like That: A Memoir By Nova Clarke.]

[bogwife]

Oh, I know. I've lost count of how many drunken bastards I've had to smack upside the head with a tankard when they wouldn't take no for an answer.

[She might enjoy attention but she has standards and sometimes a lady just wants to drink in a pub and then crash in a barn instead of tromping home through a deadly swamp in the middle of the night.]

[reallyhatesharks]

[Nova laughs, and it almost sounds like it wasn't punched out of her.]

Good to know men are actually the same anywhere. Not all of them, maybe, but the rotten apples are really spoiling the whole bunch.