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sirenspull_logs2012-03-17 04:36 pm
uberboned) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-17 04:36 pm
It's St. Paddy's day! Everyone's Irish tonight.
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.]
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.]
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House rules, bro.
/too tired to nitpick but does it anyway
[Somehow, that's better than just straight up asking for a drink. This is your son's logic at work.
Frasier wriggles under Chuck's hand, not licking him (he only licks Michael) but in heaven just by getting attention.]
/hopefully sense-making omg
[Still petting the puppeh omg, and not making a single move to make that drink.]
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[Frasier squirms up onto the counter, tail wagging so hard it could take off someone's head. Watch out, Chuck, his monster paws are going to be up on your shoulders. He has a bad habit already: he enjoys being held.]
You know, the only way to celebrate Saint Patrick and his contribution to the world is with a shot. We can do it with a gun if we find an Irishman, or whatever you have behind the bar. Your choice.