Party at the End of the World

[shadedsunlight]

Characters: Ginia Solana, OPEN
When: Friday, December 5th
Where: The Bar at the End of the World
Rating: G to PG-13 (for alcohol and possible language)
Summary: Take one bar opening, add in a snowball fight, and mix in a surprise birthday party and you have a winning combination.

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[istoppedtime]

To say the least, Jotaro was not in a festive mood. He had a lot on his mind, most of it unpleasant; at large his week had been hell and was not picking up, and he was not coming in with any pretense at being cheerful or even particularly social.

But he came in anyway, for Ginia's sake, and anyway it was warmer at the bar than back in his room. He lingered at the doorway briefly, shaking the snow from his hat and jacket, looking around with the surprising realization that it was actually his first time at the bar. And Ginia had done a hell of a job at refitting the place, with music and even food and everything, it was enough to lift his spirits just a little. - if nothing went wrong (and things always went wrong) they could all actually have a chance to let their hair down for a bit. Before the next bit thing

[feline_sonata]

Oliver slid into the bar, cheeks and nose red from the cold, breathless in a way that told those in the know that he'd pushed too hard and was trying to hide it. He was being stubborn, too, and refusing to pull out his inhaler unless he absolutely had to, since replacing it when it was gone was a real concern.

He leaned against the door for a second, rubbing his hands together. He'd either forgotten mittens or didn't have any, and his hands were numb. Still, he probably could have managed on the piano, anyway. He spied JoJo, and pressing a hand to his chest, forcing himself to breath as evenly as possible, he made his way towards the man.

At least his ears weren't those fleshy little things, he decided. His were insulated all by themselves...everyone else's must be as miserable as his nose was!

[istoppedtime]

"Hey, kid." Jotaro moved a little, making room for Ollie by the bar and moving the half-full mug of cider so that the boy could take it over if he wanted. He studied him briefly, with a hint of a critical frown - he could see that Oliver wasn't breathing exactly right, but decided not to comment on it immediately, but show faith, hoping he'd straighten it out himself. Still, the look let Ollie know he was watching him - or watching out for him, whichever way the younger man decided to take it.

"Siddown, party's just started."

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia returned the smile and nodded her head at him, blinking in surprise when something was handed to her. She gently placed it on one of the shelves below the counter, too busy with her current customers to open it.

It was awhile later before Ginia finally had a quiet moment and a chance to catch her breath. She took the package and carefully opened it, smiling at the Maneki Neko. It was a very touching gift and she gently set it on the counter behind her before walking over to the table Jotaro was seated at.

/Thank you for the gift. It's very thoughtful of you,/ she wrote, handing him the note.

[istoppedtime]

So she did like the gift. Jotaro nodded at the note, pleased, he hadn't been sure about Ginia's attitude towards cats even if they were lucky ones. Perched there on the counter, it reminded him of home. Funny how it was the little things that really got nostalgia going when you were in that sort of mood...

"Left paw up means it's calling costumers, and luck," he explained, just in case. "My mom had dozens of them." That remark came sort of out of nowhere, he glanced away, nostalgia was making him stupid. Well - there was one sure cure for that.

"So what's a man got to do for real drink around here?"