[Open] Cleanse the palate and the mind
Who: Spain el_desheredado, Prussia prussiasgilbert, South Italy cuori_di_ferro, open to others
What: Drinking party in Spain's room
When: Backdated to March 25th, Evening
Where: Spain's room, 17 South
Warnings: ...drunkenness?
It hadn't taken Spain very long to figure out that he could pretty much do whatever he wanted as long as he kept his nose clean and his head down around here. It was a nice feeling, at least, the complete negligence almost. Still, the fact that he was locked up was certainly a problem, and he'd much prefer to be outside, especially given that Spring was coming on and he was quite sure that if he wasn't out there, there was going to be hell to pay with all the crops this year. It had been a dry winter, after all.
So, to keep from going absolutely stark and stir in this place, Spain had narrowed down his options to a select number of things that he was systematically and summarily working his way through. He had adventured where he was allowed, spoken with who would speak with him, ignored those of his fellows that did not deserve his attention, and most importantly, found the liquor cabinet.
As the night was beginning to drag on and Spain was beginning to collect quite a few bottles to finish off his collection--it had taken him nearly the whole last week to collect what he perceived to be 'enough' bottles--it struck him that he could not possibly finish this off by himself. No, he would need help for this. Help, preferably, in the form of some certain friends of his that he knew he could rely on when alcohol and complaining was involved. Now it was just a matter of tracking them down and bringing them back to his room.
What: Drinking party in Spain's room
When: Backdated to March 25th, Evening
Where: Spain's room, 17 South
Warnings: ...drunkenness?
It hadn't taken Spain very long to figure out that he could pretty much do whatever he wanted as long as he kept his nose clean and his head down around here. It was a nice feeling, at least, the complete negligence almost. Still, the fact that he was locked up was certainly a problem, and he'd much prefer to be outside, especially given that Spring was coming on and he was quite sure that if he wasn't out there, there was going to be hell to pay with all the crops this year. It had been a dry winter, after all.
So, to keep from going absolutely stark and stir in this place, Spain had narrowed down his options to a select number of things that he was systematically and summarily working his way through. He had adventured where he was allowed, spoken with who would speak with him, ignored those of his fellows that did not deserve his attention, and most importantly, found the liquor cabinet.
As the night was beginning to drag on and Spain was beginning to collect quite a few bottles to finish off his collection--it had taken him nearly the whole last week to collect what he perceived to be 'enough' bottles--it struck him that he could not possibly finish this off by himself. No, he would need help for this. Help, preferably, in the form of some certain friends of his that he knew he could rely on when alcohol and complaining was involved. Now it was just a matter of tracking them down and bringing them back to his room.