Happy Birthday, Drunk
WHO: Conner, Arthur, Moon, Gilbert and ???????????? (open for all you alkies and family members~)
WHEN: Sun. Dec. 6th late night
WHERE: Random bar!*cough*theoneArthurandIvanfrequent*cough* Cause no one wants to drink at work for celebrations
WHAT: Conner's sweet 25th. A night out drinking to celebrate
RATING: A for alcohol
December 6th. Birthday number 25, the 10th away from home. He hadn't stayed at the Winchester tonight like he normally would have though. Who would want to go to work when they were supposed to be out having fun for their birthday? Instead, he wandered until he found a random pub that looked decent and normal. He'd passed a place called Cheuca, but it looked too crazy for him to even bother peeking inside. Flashing lights and loud music, no thanks. So, now here he was, alone, on his birthday night, ready to drink until the wee hours of dawn or he was kicked out. He'd just find another place to get alcohol though if that happened. Or break into his stash at home.
"Happy birthday ta me," Conner grumbled, raising his first Guinness of the night in a self-toast and draining half of it in one swig. Today had been a bit slow thinking back on it. Ma had woken him up at who knew what hour - he hadn't bothered to check but with the clouds and snow it looked dark most times of the day - to wish him a good day and say to not get into too much trouble, along with the message to pass the same onto Aidan if the other didn't answer her call.
He'd spent a bit of time with his twin today, but far less than the last few years. His presents to the other had been paying Aidan's rent for the next few months, along with past due, and a few bottle of Guinness and Liberty Bell shampoo. Thankfully there hadn't been any joking gifts this year, like the one time he'd gotten a bright and garish pink eye patch that he'd never worn. For some reason it was in a box in his closet still despite his many memos to throw it away.
Conner took a glance around the bar. A couple others on the bar stools like himself, a few blokes with their mates at the tables, all watching whatever sports game that was playing and joking around. He shook his head and downed the rest, ordering another along with a shot of straight whiskey. It was going to burn a hole in his pocketbook but hell if he wasn't going to get good and pissed tonight.
((OOC: excuse shitty grammar and Engrish, 'm too brain dead to do anything proper XD))
WHEN: Sun. Dec. 6th late night
WHERE: Random bar!*cough*theoneArthurandIvanfrequent*cough* Cause no one wants to drink at work for celebrations
WHAT: Conner's sweet 25th. A night out drinking to celebrate
RATING: A for alcohol
December 6th. Birthday number 25, the 10th away from home. He hadn't stayed at the Winchester tonight like he normally would have though. Who would want to go to work when they were supposed to be out having fun for their birthday? Instead, he wandered until he found a random pub that looked decent and normal. He'd passed a place called Cheuca, but it looked too crazy for him to even bother peeking inside. Flashing lights and loud music, no thanks. So, now here he was, alone, on his birthday night, ready to drink until the wee hours of dawn or he was kicked out. He'd just find another place to get alcohol though if that happened. Or break into his stash at home.
"Happy birthday ta me," Conner grumbled, raising his first Guinness of the night in a self-toast and draining half of it in one swig. Today had been a bit slow thinking back on it. Ma had woken him up at who knew what hour - he hadn't bothered to check but with the clouds and snow it looked dark most times of the day - to wish him a good day and say to not get into too much trouble, along with the message to pass the same onto Aidan if the other didn't answer her call.
He'd spent a bit of time with his twin today, but far less than the last few years. His presents to the other had been paying Aidan's rent for the next few months, along with past due, and a few bottle of Guinness and Liberty Bell shampoo. Thankfully there hadn't been any joking gifts this year, like the one time he'd gotten a bright and garish pink eye patch that he'd never worn. For some reason it was in a box in his closet still despite his many memos to throw it away.
Conner took a glance around the bar. A couple others on the bar stools like himself, a few blokes with their mates at the tables, all watching whatever sports game that was playing and joking around. He shook his head and downed the rest, ordering another along with a shot of straight whiskey. It was going to burn a hole in his pocketbook but hell if he wasn't going to get good and pissed tonight.
((OOC: excuse shitty grammar and Engrish, 'm too brain dead to do anything proper XD))