Closed, Incomplete
WHO: Revy, Wolf, Falco
WHAT: A date? drinking contest and horrible decision-making.
WHERE: The Yellow Flag
WHEN: Friday night, 2/20
WARNINGS: Booze, language, more to be added (maybe)
Friday night, finally. No school tomorrow, the chance to sleep in, and once classes had ended Revy had found a message on her phone that the Yellow Flag needed a little help before the evening's inevitable rush. Wolf had said he'd be in around nine, so that gave her enough time to make some money before he arrived. She helped out at the Flag every once in a while, but usually the money she earned went to paying back whatever she'd damaged on previous visits.
The place itself wasn't impressive- the paneling on the walls had started peeling off years ago, one of the windows was boarded up, and the furniture itself looked worn and ruined from use. Behind the bar sat a wall of bottles on wooden shelves, and the usual crowd was there. Mostly locals that any self-respecting student would be horrified to consider "friends", girls dressed in what could best be described as scraps of fabric that barely hid anything, and Revy herself. She'd taken up her usual spot at the bar, one with a perfect view of the door and back exit.
They'd better get here soon, she thought. I'm getting bored.
Revy looked up at just the right moment to see Wolf and a friend standing at the door. She waved them over, and had two stools waiting for them already.
WHAT: A date? drinking contest and horrible decision-making.
WHERE: The Yellow Flag
WHEN: Friday night, 2/20
WARNINGS: Booze, language, more to be added (maybe)
Friday night, finally. No school tomorrow, the chance to sleep in, and once classes had ended Revy had found a message on her phone that the Yellow Flag needed a little help before the evening's inevitable rush. Wolf had said he'd be in around nine, so that gave her enough time to make some money before he arrived. She helped out at the Flag every once in a while, but usually the money she earned went to paying back whatever she'd damaged on previous visits.
The place itself wasn't impressive- the paneling on the walls had started peeling off years ago, one of the windows was boarded up, and the furniture itself looked worn and ruined from use. Behind the bar sat a wall of bottles on wooden shelves, and the usual crowd was there. Mostly locals that any self-respecting student would be horrified to consider "friends", girls dressed in what could best be described as scraps of fabric that barely hid anything, and Revy herself. She'd taken up her usual spot at the bar, one with a perfect view of the door and back exit.
They'd better get here soon, she thought. I'm getting bored.
Revy looked up at just the right moment to see Wolf and a friend standing at the door. She waved them over, and had two stools waiting for them already.