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Who: Aya and anyone else who enjoys alcohol and hilarity.
What: Aya finally got around to finding the bar, and is now drinking like there is no tomorrow. Or next week. Or next month.
When: Early afternoon until closing time.
Where: The bar.
Warnings: Possible violence and tomfoolery by a drunken Tengu.
It's not like there was much else to do with her money, anyway. Her room was free, and food was free, and she didn't really need much in the way of physical belongings. Thus, her meager wallet drew Aya towards the local pub.
Making her way to the bar, Aya scanned the selection of alcohol, not seeing much she recognized. She ordered a glass of sake, figuring that she'd branch out into the less familiar drinks once she was less sober.
As the glasses started to pile up, Aya started to feel more and more okay with Memento Eden.
[Generic Bar Log! Anyone is free to come in and talk to / harass Aya while she's drinking, or even just have their own bar adventures in here, completely unrelated to Aya. Let's get some logging in.
People are free to run into Aya any time between early afternoon (when she'll be much like any other bar patron) and closing time (when she'll be a fairly drunk little girl sitting next to a pile of empty glasses belonging to enough drinks to kill an irishman). Mods, deduct, oh... $150 for the whole evening.]
What: Aya finally got around to finding the bar, and is now drinking like there is no tomorrow. Or next week. Or next month.
When: Early afternoon until closing time.
Where: The bar.
Warnings: Possible violence and tomfoolery by a drunken Tengu.
It's not like there was much else to do with her money, anyway. Her room was free, and food was free, and she didn't really need much in the way of physical belongings. Thus, her meager wallet drew Aya towards the local pub.
Making her way to the bar, Aya scanned the selection of alcohol, not seeing much she recognized. She ordered a glass of sake, figuring that she'd branch out into the less familiar drinks once she was less sober.
As the glasses started to pile up, Aya started to feel more and more okay with Memento Eden.
[Generic Bar Log! Anyone is free to come in and talk to / harass Aya while she's drinking, or even just have their own bar adventures in here, completely unrelated to Aya. Let's get some logging in.
People are free to run into Aya any time between early afternoon (when she'll be much like any other bar patron) and closing time (when she'll be a fairly drunk little girl sitting next to a pile of empty glasses belonging to enough drinks to kill an irishman). Mods, deduct, oh... $150 for the whole evening.]