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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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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.
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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?
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[ 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.
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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. ]