but maybe just half a drink more

[paterelohim]

Who: John Winchester, Chuck Shurley, Jessica Hamby, the archangel Michael, Fred Burkle, and an NPC.
When: Backdated to the blizzard, from start to finish.
Where: A liquor store in sector 4.
Summary: Getting trapped in a liquor store is fun. Later, Michael and Fred join the party because the trapped drunks pray when they run out of food.
Warnings: Language, vampires getting hungry, alcohol irresponsibility. Depends on the thread.

[So two drunks, a vampire, and a Simpsons reference shop owner named Moe find themselves stuck in a liquor store when the snow really comes down. Chuck is just braving the snow on his way home but by the time he's done picking, it's not safe to go out and the snow's too deep to wade through easily. He comes here often enough to be friendly with Moe, so he lets them stay gladly.

And thus, an awkward party is born. Moe doesn't mention the vampire also trapped in the store until later, which is an exciting time for everyone- especially the hunter in the room, good old John.

Around day two, they run out of food- what little the shop owner has, anyway. The snow is still coming down hard and they're trapped, so Chuck brightly decides to call up a friend who can bring them all food. More accurately, he makes the not-at-all-alcohol-influenced decision to pray to the archangel Michael without telling anyone, which might not be the bestest idea in the world.

It's fun. Like a social experiment, but with a higher risk of death by broken bottle to the face.

OOC: this takes place over the whole five (?) days so just. Do what you want. Party hard. Herp your derp and herp it hard.]

Comments

[in_starvation]

[ In the first few days, Jessica encountered more problems than anything else. For one, because she can't go outside due to the blizzard, she needed lodging for the night. Problem solved by the wine cellar. The other problem was her needing food. Jessica knows her limits - two or three days will make her restless and reckless and literally bloodthirsty, so she needs at least one draining per day to satisfy her hunger. Being stuck with a bunch of nervous strangers doesn't help matters.

But the alcohol, on the other hand, does.

So all Jessica has to do is to sit, wait, and control herself until some stupid drunken sod comes up and offers a bite. And since he or she gave consent, it's not that bad, right? Even if they are drunk. Right? Right.

In the meantime, Jessica is handing around, looking over at the collections of wine and goes into an internal, bitter tantrum how she may never get drunk again.

Sometimes, being a vampire sucks. ]

[paterelohim]

[Strap in, Jessica, because Chuck's about to be social at you whether you like it or not.

He's chatty when he's drunk. Or sober. Or breathing. It's not even so much chatty, as having a penchant for walking up and saying things like-]

Hey, uh, are you okay? You look... not. okay.

[Derp.]

[in_starvation]

[ Jessica blinks, startled out of her interior monologue. ]

Oh, it's nothing. Just remembering I can't get drunk. [ She taps against the cork of one of the wine bottles. ]

I can taste it, but it isn't the same.

[failedparenting]

[Jessica.

Jessica, the hunter's staring at you again. Watch your back, for God sakes.]

[in_starvation]

[ Oh yeah, she knows.

Which is why she's ignoring you. Take that. ]

Day 1, about 15 minutes after Sirens

[magnetic_magpie]

[About fifteen minutes after Sirens, Chuck's NV will start ringing. And won't stop until he answers.]

[paterelohim]

[Well that's just super, because he's in the liquor store bathroom at the time, and is tipsy enough and gives few enough fucks to answer. In the bathroom. Using video.

Yep. Boundaries.]

Erik!

[magnetic_magpie]

[Please, bigger issues right now.]

Chuck.

You're safe inside, I trust?

Day one, around midnight

[failedparenting]

[All he wanted was a good bottle of whiskey for Dean's birthday and a case of beer. It's a simple errand by any standard, which is why he decided to stop here for five minutes before going into work.

It's almost impressive how shitty his luck is, really.

At around midnight, John's holed himself up in a corner with a six pack of PBR (no need in breaking out the hard stuff now, no telling how long they'll be stuck here), trying not to say anything to anyone but Moe.]

[paterelohim]

[yeah, well, too fucking bad, cowboy. Chuck's bored and wants to talk to someone, so he's gonna talk to you. You tool.]

PBR? Seriously?

weirdly appropriate keywords are weirdly appropriate

[failedparenting]

[Oh look, it's the squirrelly prophet John can't seem to make his mind up about. Great.]

I've always liked it and I'm not about to stop.

[He's gotten all the shit about it, bro. He's used to it now.]

[Day 3 or so]

[whycantistay]

[Assuming a certain zapped her in, she's now waving to the two men with a plate of waffles.]

Hi.

[paterelohim]

[Holy shit, list of people he didn't expect to see.]

Fred!

[He runs up to her (move bitch John get out the way) and kisses her.]

[whycantistay]

[She smiles and kisses him back.] Watch the food.

Re: [Day 3 or so]

[failedparenting]

[Despite her horrible transport buddy, John's so happy to see Fred and her waffles. Living on Combos and alcohol is not the dream one would assume it to be.]

Please tell me one of those is for me.

[whycantistay]

Of course! [She smiles back at him.] I brought a lot.

Day 4!

[magnetic_magpie]

After this long, he was well and truly concerned about Chuck, John, and the others, so he loads his rucksack up with homemade camping food - jerky, trail mix, granola, protein bars, marshmallow bars - all no so shockingly to him, far better tasting than anything that could be found in stores, and some junk food Jubilee kept stocked in the kitchen - cheese puffs, chips, a couple bags of candy. He flew from the roof to the store and simply forced his way into a back window, pulled the bag inside and sealed the window.

"How is everyone?"

[in_starvation]

She doesn't know this guy. He looks old, like most of everyone here. Jessica snorts and go back to playing with her dragon Malcolm, dancing one of the remaining pieces of beef jerky in front of him. The little dragon sways back and forth, pawing at it, like a strange combination of a snake and a cat smashed together.

"Everyone is either drunk or plannin' to be. " Or doing other responsible stuff, but she has no idea what that might be.

[magnetic_magpie]

"Lovely." Hang on, he does a double take. "Is that a dragon?"

He does recognize her - Jessica is on video far more than he is, despite them having spoken once or twice, several months ago. He tucks the silver and iron bracelet up inside his shelve, sticking it to his arm where it's covered by cloth and poses no threat to her.

brackets cause i can't be tamed

[paterelohim]

[Chuck doesn't see him until he gets inside the store, after talking to Jessica. He's talking to Fred, eating cold pizza, and has just gotten up to go rummage through the mixers in aisle four when he sees Erik walking in.]

...Dude.

:P

[magnetic_magpie]

[He holds up the pack.]

I brought food.

[...and Chuck looks off so he studies him a bit closely.]

Day 2

[servingfather]

[Playing caterer to a bunch of alcoholics in a liquor store was not how Michael planned to spend this wintery day. The archangel doesn't have to worry about being stuck anywhere since he can go anywhere he wants. In fact he and Lucifer could go out to play in the snow as if it was just a light flurry (maybe they would).

Either way he shows up sometime after Chuck makes the drunken prayer with sacks of various junk food he found on a shelf at a store. There's also two large piping hot pepperoni pizzas because man cannot live on Doritos alone.]

Pizza delivery.

[paterelohim]

Oh, fuck yes.

[The sound of wings and smell of pizza might be the most beautiful combination of stimuli in all the damn world. Chuck gets up (completely not realizing that hey, he should have told somebody that an angel would be flying in) and runs over to him.]

I knew you were my favorite.

[Chuck is a little drunk. Yep.]

[servingfather]

[He hands Chuck the bags of goodies while he sets the pizzas down on the nearest flat surface which just so happens to be the front counter. Moving away so the prophet can do whatever he wants with the pizza.]

I have a feeling that by the time you get out of here I'll have to swing by to fix up your liver.

[Ignoring the 'favorite' comment because it means nothing coming from Chuck.]

Re: Day 2

[failedparenting]

[Oh. Michael. Fantastic.

John's just going to be in the corner playing solitaire and pretending he doesn't exist.]