w6 curfew: we were ALL cyoa this week.

[purities]

stop bleeding

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[holyspirits]

[ they have really just accepted this is happening every week, so the baby lion they've had around appears to have been stowed away somewhere, and they're sitting on the bar counter just hanging out. their fingers appear to be tapping on their thigh in the moments they aren't drinking from a bottle of beer next to them.

all of you are so injured. ]

[sarkazm]

Hey, what'd you make me last time? I could use it.

[holyspirits]

[ turning their head to look at her. ]

From earlier this week? Yeah.

[ slides off of the counter to begin making her another manhattan. ]

[sarkazm]

...thanks.

[what a fucking week.]

[historicals]

[ shuffles over ]

Gabriel...?

[holyspirits]

[ turns to grab a glass to pour him some water. ]

Not quite the adventure I wanted for you, you know. [ they don't know where taair went, but. listen. things are dire and bad. ]

[historicals]

Haha... no. No, the mercenary life is not for me.

[ he looks very thankful - that is what he was going to ask for. but then, see, the compulsion takes over



hugs them ]

[berserketype]

[ waves.



hi gabe. ]

[holyspirits]

[ waves.



hi bas. ]

[berserketype]

[ whatta day. ]

Food's over there if you want anythin'.

[fending]

[ all of my replies tonight are just him going and sitting with people for a few minutes at a time so i guess he will also join gabriel up here on the bar at some point.

fuckin' hell. ]

[holyspirits]

[ well. they sometimes pat bas on the head, but they do not think del would appreciate it, so there's a companionable little sigh. ]

Took the thoughts right out of my brain, man.

[fending]

[ yeah they're correct. thanks. ]

Really gettin' hard to hold it together at this point.

[purities]

[sorry for taking over your bar, gabriel... we're keeping them company now they're widowed...]

... I suppose you won't have to worry about the noise tonight.

[everyone is so fucked up.]

[holyspirits]

[ thanks......

that wasn't always the problem, but it's fine. ]

Rough day for everybody. [ man. ] If you need anything... [ gestures vaguely. unsure, but maybe possibly helpful. ]

[purities]

Just water for now. [...] Thank you.

[sacredpath]

[bleeds softly. no she's okay.]

Hello, Gabriel. Thursday again, isn't it? You should design a specific menu.

[as we all decided, alcohol and painkillers are a good combo.]

[holyspirits]

[ ma'am, your blood. anyway they do not seem pleased. ]

Already ahead of you. On tonight's special menu we have water, followed by water with lemon, and if you're feeling real spicy, we've got ginger ale and grenadine.

[ none of you injured fucks are getting alcohol. ]

[sacredpath]

You're no fun. I fought so many demons on this day.

[blink_gone]

[ comes over and sinks onto the bartop eventually. gabriel is still assigned in butler gear. ]

You wouldn't serve booze to me today, would you?

[holyspirits]

[ yes they are in handsome butler gear and want to die. ]

Depends. Are you asking to ask, or do you actually want it?

[blink_gone]

[ hehehehe ]

Still thinking about, I guess. I feel like it'd take the edge off, but— [ gestures vaguely ] maybe it's a bad idea.

[ can't believe they have to deal with dieday on top of everything already. ]

[gutterbound]

[Drags himself (possibly literally, being one armed and broken footed on the same side) to the bar, sitting oh so tenderly on the seat. Actually just half-sitting on it, better not to agitate shit that wake.

Hoarsely:]

Sake.

[holyspirits]

Jesus. [ this is just terrifying. ] I'm not sure that's a great idea?

[ pours him a shot anyway. ]

[gutterbound]

I'm all out of good ideas. We're working our way through the lesser tier of evils.

Thanks pal.

[Takes his shot with a grimace.]