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[antitimelord]

It's that time again...maybe? Instead of the Pub being at the End of the Universe, the end of the universe is at the Pub! In the form of the ever-apocalyptic (and festive!) Zagreus. B| Who hates Christmas. And may have incapacitated the Pub's owner, once again. Oops. Which makes the...decorations that much more noteworthy, you know, for all their

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[bigtalkingbird]

[Well this is... charming. No really, Frobisher's seen worse. And no party is hopeless as long as there's booze. Which he'll be checking out now.]

[antitimelord]

[Perhaps you didn't understand the nature of this racket party. Zagreus scowls, holding open a large red bag, right under your nose.]

Ahem.

[bigtalkingbird]

[He must have missed that part.]

Hey, what's that face for?

[antitimelord]

It's terribly rude, to show up to a Christmas party empty...flippered.

[bigtalkingbird]

Oh! I guess you're right. [Aaand he pulls out a large, red-scaled fish. Don't worry, it's dead.] Will this do?

[antitimelord]

[Like Zagreus would complain either way.] It will do most wonderfully! Please, help yourself.

[bigtalkingbird]

[Woohoo! He drops the fish in the bag and pours himself a glass of eggnog.] Nice hat, by the way.

[antitimelord]

Thank you. [It's gone a bit crooked by now. No telling where it's going to end up before this is over.] I'm certain you could find something stronger than that, if you look. On the house, as they say.

[bigtalkingbird]

But this is traditional, yeah? I'm a bit shaky on the whole Christmas thing, haven't been anywhere that celebrates it in a while.

[antitimelord]

I admit, I'm not completely rock-solid in my Christmas lore, myself. In any case, it's not as though it's particularly weak as it is; I made a few...adjustments. Try to keep it away from open flame.

[bigtalkingbird]

I thought I could taste a little somethin'! Not bad, not bad. [And he has a more generous sip before pouring Zagreus a glass as well.] Come on then, ya know what they say about drinking alone.

[antitimelord]

[...Like sandblasting a soup-cracker.] No, what do they say?

[bigtalkingbird]

Not to do it, obviously! It's more fun with company.

[antitimelord]

[If anyone knows how to have fun drinking alone...] I suppose that makes sense. Run out of liquor faster, though. [This is serious business.]

[bigtalkingbird]

Just gotta make sure to have plenty of booze around. Like here. [That'll be his second glass done.]

[antitimelord]

[Zagreus is a little worried about mixing penguins and that much alcohol, actually.]

Err...speaking of such things. You do realise that's finite, yes? [Two glasses isn't a lot, technically speaking. But Zagreus can do math, even when time is involved, at least to some extent, and the projection for that supply of alcoholic beverage isn't looking good.] At least, I think it is. Isn't it?