Who: Anyone!
When: Friday, August 19th-Sunday, August 21st
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Whatever you prefer. Tag yourself in, mingle and go nuts. Might wanna specify which night threads take place, open or closed, that sort of thing.
What: HAPPY HOUR. or...unhappy hour, idk.
Warnings: TBD
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How does Anatole not have its own branch of AA yet... )
Wouldn't want to be that noisy tomcat though. Occasionally she glares in his direction, and if looks could kill he would also be the deadest tomcat in Anatole. But he shrugs it off, smug as a fat old cat should be. This is their relationship. A camaraderie made of silent rivalry. It is difficult to say from the outside whether they love or hate each other.
But the bar is short-staffed again. So Deneve is serving drinks as well. She takes an empty glass and sets it on the counter. What was it you wanted?]
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[The thump of the glass on the wooden counter calls him back to reality. Blue eyes blink once, very much surprised. Deneve? Seems like the Foxhole wasn't the only one with a break in routine tonight. He nods at her with that steely courtesy he saves for fellow warriors who haven't quite yet made the jump to being personal friends.]
Lemon ale, please.
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Are you well, Trevor Belmont?
[She notes his faraway expression with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't look injured.]
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[...or tears shed for those slaughtered like cattle. Anatole's cleanup crew had yet to wipe all traces of them off the streets, following the Red Elf invasion.]
Aye, well enough, thank you. [At last, a sip.] I cannot say the same for those we've lost.
[It was a sad day whenever a man like Trevor was reminded he couldn't save everyone.]
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War is a frequent visitor here. More frequent even than old warriors would like. And there are always more casualties than we want.
[Not that she really knew any of those who had died. Either way, she drinks, too.]
But here, there is always the chance that they may return.
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For us Scorched, that is almost a certainty.
[Blue eyes flick briefly to the resident tomcat.]
But in the year I've been here, I've never felt that our hosts were as fortunate.
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True. Perhaps it is part of the reason why they resent us.
[And by perhaps she means "most likely."]
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