Zenithia Faculty drinking night!
Who: Jill, any Faculty that wants to attend
What: Drinking!
Where: Somewhere.. in.. the school. I dunno, some room made a bar for them.
When: March 15, after curfew.
Warnings: Drunkenness is a given, and... well, knowing us? Swearing is probable, acting like the immature teenagers most of us are is probable, and the development of UST is probable. All in all, sounds like a fun night.
Jill had made a point of arriving early- meaning, of course, just a little before curfew. Since the school gave them little choice otherwise, the faculty had to wait until the students were in there rooms, and for the remainder of the night. There was nothing good to come from any of the students seeing their teachers and authority breaking their role this soon after meeting them.
The room had, indeed, formed quite the fitting bar. It was simply furnished, and similar to the rest of the castle, with dimmed lights, and a comfortable, warm brown color to everything. Most of the room was open, aside from comfortable-looking couches along the walls to open up a wider space to socialize. The bar itself was against the back wall, with the usual bar stools set along it. There didn't appear to be a bartender, but when Jill walked up to the bar to examine the selection- completely stocked, familiar or not- and commented to herself about a certain wine that had caught her eye, she found a glass being poured for her anyways. pleasantly surprised, she smiled, nodded, thanked... whatever it was that had served her, and took a seat on a stool, an eye towards the door.
What: Drinking!
Where: Somewhere.. in.. the school. I dunno, some room made a bar for them.
When: March 15, after curfew.
Warnings: Drunkenness is a given, and... well, knowing us? Swearing is probable, acting like the immature teenagers most of us are is probable, and the development of UST is probable. All in all, sounds like a fun night.
Jill had made a point of arriving early- meaning, of course, just a little before curfew. Since the school gave them little choice otherwise, the faculty had to wait until the students were in there rooms, and for the remainder of the night. There was nothing good to come from any of the students seeing their teachers and authority breaking their role this soon after meeting them.
The room had, indeed, formed quite the fitting bar. It was simply furnished, and similar to the rest of the castle, with dimmed lights, and a comfortable, warm brown color to everything. Most of the room was open, aside from comfortable-looking couches along the walls to open up a wider space to socialize. The bar itself was against the back wall, with the usual bar stools set along it. There didn't appear to be a bartender, but when Jill walked up to the bar to examine the selection- completely stocked, familiar or not- and commented to herself about a certain wine that had caught her eye, she found a glass being poured for her anyways. pleasantly surprised, she smiled, nodded, thanked... whatever it was that had served her, and took a seat on a stool, an eye towards the door.