exsiliumlogs | [OPEN] LOOKIN FOR SOME TROUBLE 2NIGHT

Date & Time: 12/31 evening - 01/01 early morning NEW YEARS YEAAHHH
Location: ALL AROUND THE CITY WE'RE BARCRAWLIN BABY
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (

stonefaith), Koltira Deathweaver (

deadelfwalking), and YOU.
Summary: drunk undead men assault the island
Warnings: n/a except for zombie drunkards

[ HERE ARE TWO UNDEAD MEN. IT IS NEW YEAR'S EVE, OR MAYBE IT'S BECOME NEW YEAR'S ALREADY. THEY ARE NOT SURE. THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY DRUNK.

They've been drinking their way through the city, bar to liquor store back to bar again, to any alcohol-selling establishment still open at this point in time, or gate crashing parties in search of booze. They are wandering all over the goddamn place. You might run into them entering a bar, or exiting it (possibly unwillingly, and possibly via the window in Bariyan's case). Maybe you turn a corner and walk smack into them. Maybe you hear them getting into a fight a few blocks ahead. MAYBE YOU GET INTO A FIGHT WITH THEM (NOT THE SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION).

Basically, Koltira and Bariyan are having a grand time of it and WOULD BE EXTREMELY PLEASED IF YOU JOINED IN. ]

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[ looking back and forth between these two... something's going on. and normally bariyan would be feeling extremely awkward and bow out, but HE'S DRUNK so instead he's just gonna cheerily interject here instead ]

If you are, you should come with us. We're hardly occupied.

[ While Koltira glares at the ground, and Ashraf goes from watching him with guilty concern, to Bariyan with just plain guilt, and his enjoyable buzz is sinking like a poorly constructed hot air balloon. Having Koltira angry with him his bad enough, but he doesn't want to drag anyone else into it, as Bariyan seems to be trying to inflict onto himself. ]

I'm — that is, no, I am not out with anyone. [ He takes a half a step back, wondering how rude it would be to just teleport away. ] But I would not wish to intrude.

[Despite the complicated mess of agitation and sorrow he's currently feeling with regard to just about everyone--Ashraf most of all--and despite the fact that he continues to be mad over how their last encounter played out, Koltira still doesn't like the thought of Ashraf wandering around alone tonight.

Up until just a few weeks ago, he had considered the man to be one of his closest friends. And, honestly, that distinction hasn't really changed. He makes a 'tch' noise in his throat and nods at Ashraf, indicating that he should come on.]

You clearly haven't had enough to drink, priest. Let's go.

[ Really, Bariyan had just been waiting for -- and worried about -- Koltira's own reaction. Ashraf's, not so much. Ashraf didn't get a choice.

His uneasiness evaporates as soon as Koltira concedes. With a grin, Bariyan makes a grab for Ashraf's arm to pull him back. ]

Intrude, my ass. Let's go. We're going to have to find someplace new though... [ a quick glance over his shoulder towards the last bar they'd exited. ] That one doesn't agree with us.

[ Oh, well, okay then. He looks a little startled for all of three seconds, before it melts into a grin. He's not drunk enough not to realize that this is still pretty awkward, out to celebrate with a guy that's currently angry with him without having talked about it, but he's just drunk enough to go along with it. ]

I... can't understand why it wouldn't. [ He doesn't resist that pull, but glances at Koltira just long enough to smile gratefully. Then back to Bariyan, because that's easier. ] I have a suggestion in mind, if you need one. It's two streets south, the bar on the second floor.

Off we go. [His tone is still recognizably curt, but, hell, it is a special occasion. Koltira strides ahead of them both, going in the direction that Ashraf just specified. It's not familiar to him, but that's a good thing: it means they're less likely to be immediately turned away at the door.]

[ Probably a good thing that Koltira's taken the lead, because drunk as Bariyan is, he probably would have set off in the exact opposite direction if they'd let him go first.

He lets go of Ashraf about half a block later, sticking his hands into his pockets. ]

So where did you go, this year? I don't think I've seen you since... [ Slight frown, a slight hesitation in his step. Man, he can't even remember. Was it... oh, never mind! Bariyan laughs quietly to himself, and picks up his pace again. ]

[ This trio is walking just way too slow. Almost entirely unconsciously he aims an agility spell at each of them, picking up their walking speed significantly. Good, much better. He glances back to Bariyan when that's done, smiling a little at his low laugh. ]

I am not an elusive man. That you haven't seen me only suggests you haven't been to the clinic.

[Koltira enjoys the quickened pace, not least of which because it lets him put some distance between himself and the other two. Bariyan had been to the clinic recently, he knew--because Koltira had put him there.

He reaches the bar's building first, and waits outside for his companions to show up, his expression carefully neutral.]

[ On the other hand, Bariyan doesn't notice the quickened pace at all. He's too wrapped up in the conversation and in his own pleasant buzz. ]

I haven't. [ To be honest, Bariyan would likely always choose the Initiative's infirmary over the transports' clinic. He had nothing against the clinic, or its staff. He simply didn't relish the idea of other transports knowing when he was injured. He doesn't say any of that, obviously, instead smiling and adding: ] You know I usually don't have reason to.

[ He looks towards Koltira, but his gaze quickly slips past the other man to their surroundings. He gestures towards a building ahead of them. ]

Is that the place?

Good. [ Usually pretty conscious of people's space bubbles here, but the drink in him suggests that it's perfectly fine for him to pat Bariyan's forearm fondly as he says it. ] For as much as I enjoy visits, I cannot wish to see any of my friends at the clinic for business reasons.

[ And he glances up, considers the building for a second too long, and nods. ]

Yes. [ A quick glance at Koltira, then away and up to the building again. Those unreadable glowing eyes are even harder to decipher than usual, ugh. ] After you, knight.

[Koltira doesn't have to be told twice. He heads in and up, looking for the entrance to the bar, glancing behind him occasionally to make sure Ashraf and Bariyan are still near. In other circumstances, he would have been thrilled with this situation: these two are among the people he cares for most on the island. But not even drunken revelry can erase the shame and guilt still fresh on his mind.]

[ ONWARDS AND UPWARDS, THEN. Second floor, right? Bariyan points out the stairs to the group, and pushes them along. Looking around as he does so. He doesn't think he's been here before.... Which is good! Maybe the clientele won't be immediately hostile towards their presence.

When they reach the bar proper, he pushes Ashraf towards Koltira. ]

You two go find seats. I'll buy first round.

[ And before they even have a chance to protest or anything, he's off. WHAT DRINKS DO THEY EVEN WANT, BARIYAN? Uh look he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it ]

[ Oh. No, Bariyan, why would you abandon him with this sadsack. He glances up awkwardly at the tall dead man he's just nearly run into, offers a small smile, and steels his resolve to act perfectly sociably. ]

There is a relatively clear table over there. [ A point. ] Will that do?

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