It's St. Paddy's day! Everyone's Irish tonight.

[uberboned]

Who: Staff and patrons of The Purgatory. (SO TOTALLY OPEN)
When: March 17th
Where: The Purgatory.
Summary: So maybe St. Patrick's Day has nothing to do with Gabriel or the Purgatory- that's no reason not to have a huge shindig.
Warnings: Drinking and excessive partying.

[The Purgatory has been decorated to resemble a large Irish pub, all metal and glitz replaced by elegantly carved wood with green-glass mirrors and lamps and cozy green drapes and velvet chairs and faux-emeralds giving it the impression that the Emerald City may well have thrown up on an Irish Pub. Drinks tailored for the holiday are all half-off and the cover charge has been removed for anyone who remembers to wear green inside- if you don't, then you'll have to pay and the wait staff are under orders to pinch you all night long. That's what you get for not participating, moron.

The music, thankfully, is just catchy Europop and nothing with fiddles or folk tunes, so the dance floor is as active as ever, but there's nothing on stage tonight, just the general atmosphere of a bunch of people with an awesome and socially acceptable excuse to get drunk.... Getting drunk.

YEEEEAH.]

Comments

don't act like amy didn't see THIS coming

[dilemma]

[ Damon's already well on his way to a good night when Amy decides to show up, bottle of whiskey commandeered for his own purposes and smile on his face. ]

Worth it. The ladies are the only ones doing the pinching. [ Does he seem excited? Perhaps happy? Less smug than usual? Not possible. Either way he's flagging down the bartender. ] A pint for the lady and two shot glasses.

[ He sets the shot glasses side by side, filling them to the very brim with brown liquor. Amelia Pond, this is a test. He's about positive she'll pass. ]

see it coming years later

[sharp]

[ Amy instantly rolls her eyes at that comment, even though she should have saw it coming. Guess she set herself up for that one. Mouth filters disappear with alcohol.

She plops herself down on the stool next to him and drums her hands on the bar. At least he was sharper when it came to drinking though. ]

You know I'm Scottish, right? [ Meaning: are you sure you want to challenge me, Salvatore? She picks up one of the shot glass, eyeing him. ]


[ ooc; lmao let me know if you want to handwave this. ]

this is the only acceptable counter icon

[dilemma]

You know I'm Italian, right?

[ That may not mean much by the way of drinking whiskey, but he's pretty confident he proved his point. He downs the shot quickly, hopefully before she can form any further protest to the prospect of fun. ]

By the way, how exactly does a red headed scottish girl become a time traveler?

if only i had another this is the closest

[sharp]

Oh, I know.

[ nothing suggestive about that sentence whatsoever. she knocks back the shot shortly after him anyway, making a bit of a face when she sets the glass down. but it was more at his comment than the drink. ]

How does a hot Italian become a vampire? Things just happen sometimes.

[dilemma]

[ In the spirit of Amy playing catch-up, he pours each of them another shot. Her saying hot made him shoot her a highly suggestive glance while he did so, but he opts not to comment on it directly. Noted, Amy Pond. Noted. ]

Waaaay more complicated. Boy meets girl, girl feeds boy her blood, boy gets shot. It's a whole soap opera. But whatever, sure, it just happened.

[sharp]

[ Whatever, he knew what he was doing when he spoke Italian that first night he showed up. He can't even blame her. She's also making note of who to blame if she wakes up with a huge headache tomorrow. Another shot already. It was clear where this holiday was going. ]

Ohhh, so there was a girl? [ totally oblivious to the sore subject that might be. ] Well, mine was sort of girl meets boy. Except less bloody and ... dead-y. More alien-y and wait-y.

[ booze is kicking in officially. ]

[dilemma]

[ It works so well every time, how could he pass up the opportunity? Bless his humble ancestry.

Of course, being reminded of Katherine isn't helping. He scrunches his face up in disgust (or is that pain? He'll never tell) and downs his shot in one. It takes him a moment or two to respond. ]

My brother's girl. Imagine the century's worth of blaming.

[ They've managed an almost-normal conversation without either of them getting angry or defensive. Step in the right direction. ]

[sharp]

[ Amy isn't really one to talk about going after someone else (it was a minor bump in her engagement okay), but it's already been established that there is no holding back tonight. ]

I'd say maaaybe you shouldn't go near somebody who's taken, but it sounds like she didn't resist too much anyway. [ JUST SAYIN'. and subtle widening of her eyes as she finally decides to take the shot. good thing she still had her beer with her to chase it. ]

'Least he's not here, yeah?

[dilemma]

[ Sorest spot to poke ever, Amy. He'll just be over here, line facing at you until you get this Katherine topic out of your system. The thought of her and 1864 so painfully sobering that it's difficult to make light of it. ]

It's done and over with. The past. Not my problem anymore.

[ He might be overselling his disinterest a little too much. ]

So now that we've aired my dirty laundry I think you owe me some details in return.

[sharp]

[ It's not her fault she doesn't know. Thankfully, his tone is sharp enough to tell her that it's a subject she should put to rest. For now at least. Amy is too curious not to get the full details. She just shrugs instead, scrunching her nose a bit. ]

Right, okay. Fine, leaving it.

[ Letting the empty shot glass dangle from her fingers for a second, she puts it down and pushes it away. ]

Well, what do you want to know? Hang on. Let me guess. 'What it's like to be a time traveller?' [ because she gets that question way too many times. ] I bet you already know that answer. Because you've been around a long time, yeah?

[dilemma]

Thank you.

[ It's really just a courtesy at this point. His voice is wrought with bitter annoyance because she's not being fully let off the hook for prodding (and never will be). He needs to be way drunker for it to be an ok thing to discuss.

That's no point to ruin a perfectly good holiday. He's pouring himself another shot. ]

Pft, no. I want to know cool things like 'Have you ever hung out with pirates?' or 'Is there a boy co-time traveller?'. Watching the world age around you is boring.

[sharp]

[ Amy still files away a (fuzzy) note about the information to get more of it later. Hopefully when she's less drunk and has more tact. ]

Pirates, no. Not yet at least. You know there's a real one here? [ off topic rambling. she quickly reels herself back in. ] But I did hang out with Churchill and Vincent van Gogh. [ though after she says it she deflates a little at the memory. ] Ehm, not at the same time though.

And what do you mean by a boy co-time traveller? [ eyeeeebrooows. ]