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Who: Latimir 406 Residents (Anji Mito, Chipp Zanuff, Baiken Seishino; Medicine Seller and Kayo are welcome!), Johnny Sfondi?
Where: Latimir 406
When: After sundown
Rating: PG-13 to be safe for now.
Summary: It's an unofficial celebration for everyone being alive again~ Drunken idiocy may very well ensue.
the log:
It started out innocently enough. Baiken had finally decided to tap into the stash of sake she'd been carefully rationing, finishing off what little was left of what the Medicine Seller had given her some time ago. With Anji around and moping, she'd been thinking of trying to get some booze into him to make the silly bastard lighten up a bit. For all she yelled at him to sit down and shut up all the time, his soberness was more than a little unnerving. The apartment was far too quiet without him and Chipp carrying on like idiots.
So she'd started to eye the bottle that had been wished into existence (thank you Belldandy). It still hadn't been touched.
Feeling far more generous than she usually did with her alcohol, she poured out some of the sake and slid it across the makeshift kotatsu to her fellow Japanese.
"Oi. Try it. Got it from some chick claiming to be a goddess; bound to be good shit." Slight pause. May as well make it even. She turned and glanced at Chipp. "Want any, punk?"
Where: Latimir 406
When: After sundown
Rating: PG-13 to be safe for now.
Summary: It's an unofficial celebration for everyone being alive again~ Drunken idiocy may very well ensue.
the log:
It started out innocently enough. Baiken had finally decided to tap into the stash of sake she'd been carefully rationing, finishing off what little was left of what the Medicine Seller had given her some time ago. With Anji around and moping, she'd been thinking of trying to get some booze into him to make the silly bastard lighten up a bit. For all she yelled at him to sit down and shut up all the time, his soberness was more than a little unnerving. The apartment was far too quiet without him and Chipp carrying on like idiots.
So she'd started to eye the bottle that had been wished into existence (thank you Belldandy). It still hadn't been touched.
Feeling far more generous than she usually did with her alcohol, she poured out some of the sake and slid it across the makeshift kotatsu to her fellow Japanese.
"Oi. Try it. Got it from some chick claiming to be a goddess; bound to be good shit." Slight pause. May as well make it even. She turned and glanced at Chipp. "Want any, punk?"