mallow_logs | [OPEN] Bar-hopping like it's 1999.

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[OPEN] Bar-hopping like it's 1999.

Who: Reno and anyone who wants to have a good time!
What: Drinking our way across the districts on a not-so-Top-Secret mission to find the best night spots. Prose and action both welcome!
Where: Highcrest, Whitewood, Crystalden, Astralfield, Mallowhallow, and everywhere in between!
When: The night of 3/19 and into the wee hours of 3/20.
Warnings: Drunken debauchery, language.

[The video he'd posted to the network had gotten a great response, so as far as Reno's concerned, Mallow Hallow really can't be all that bad. Hell, he might be stuck here for the foreseeable future, but hey, at least he isn't trapped in some shitty world full of squares. He's more than ready to get out there and get his drink on, so once the sun starts to dip low in the sky, he sends out a mass text to everyone who'd responded to his network post:]

aight yall let's make this shit happen. meet up in highcrest at the three swords tavern and we'll go from there. look for the hot guy with the best fuckin hair ever, that's me!! oh and invite ur friends!!

[An additional text goes out to the network, issuing an open invite to anyone who might be interested in meeting up over the course of the night. Reno's looking forward to meeting Mallow Hallow's other fun lovers face-to-face, but the night will also give him the chance to scope out the different areas and get a feel for the general populace; he already has a few faces he knows to watch out for, and every bar holds the potential for information gathering.]

((Okay guys, here's how this is going to work: I'm going to post top-level comments for each bar that the group hits over the course of the night, along with one for traveling between districts, since trying to get from place to place while inebriated has the potential for hilarity as well. Characters can join up with or break off from the group whenever, so feel free to comment in any thread, mingle, tag around, thread-jack, and wreck havoc in general! You definitely don't have to have commented on Reno's video post to join -- everyone is welcome!

Also, sorry this log is so late in coming; I've been out of town and then busy with work, but hopefully people are still interested!))

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[The night starts off at a typical medieval tavern. The sign outside the door shows a coat of arms with three gleaming swords pointing skyward, and inside there are long tables with wooden benches running along either side. The bar serves ale, mead, some strong spirits, and platters of roast beast. Reno can be found lounging on a bar stool, chatting up a serving wench while keeping an eye on the door.]

[So does anybody really know their way around this place yet? How are we getting from Point A to Point B? Speaking of which, did anyone actually bring a designated driver, or are we going to have to make sense of the train schedule when we can barely see straight? Who's that shady guy that keeps following us, anyway? Oh wait, that's Reno.]

[As described by

promotedpawn, this bar is located just up the fourth ladder to the left after entering the forest from Highcrest; hopefully nobody's too drunk to make it up (and back down) the ladders yet. The fairies who frequent this establishment are passive-aggressive rather than hostile, and no one is ever denied a drink... so you'd better pace yourself, because no one's going to cut you off, either. That said, be careful when ordering any of the "special" cocktails -- some of the ingredients can get you more than just drunk.]

[Taking up the top three floors of one of the tallest skyscrapers in the district, The Tower is more of a night club than a bar. This is one of the most hip night spots in the city, and the inside is sleek and futuristic; multicolored lasers slice through fog that fills the dance floor, the tables and chairs lighting up from the inside while superstar djs spin sick beats until the sun comes up.]

[Is this place kind of strange, or is that just the fairy dust kicking in from that cocktail you probably shouldn't have ordered back in Whitewood? Whatever the case, you have to crawl to get into this bar, the tight tunnel getting narrower and narrower before it opens up on a room with walls that are painted like a chessboard and slant in odd directions. There are flamingos and grinning cats dancing on pedestals, while various nooks and crannies offer pillows to sit on and a hookahs to smoke from if you dare, mirrored trays offering an assortment of bottles labeled, Drink Me.]

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[It's the end of the night, and what better district to end up in than the one where you can faceplant just about anywhere and find yourself passing out on a pile of pillows? By this point, many people have probably broken off from the group; some people might still be drinking, others disappearing into the depths of pillow land for some privacy with that new friend they made tonight. Is that the sun coming up?]

[ The hookahs were absolutely not intimidating to Apollo. As such, the woman was sitting cross legged on a pillow in front of the contraption as she inhaled from her pipe with a look of great concentration on her face.

The expression, however, was not long lasting. When she exhaled, she momentarily slipped into a combination of a cough and some laughter. ] Gods what the hell am I even smoking -- [ Apollo cut herself off by taking another long draw. ] Grape? [ She's pretty drunk at this point anyway, but she is on to something when she guesses grape flavouring! Remembering her half finished drink sitting beside her, Apollo then paused her use of the hookah to polish off what she could only assume was a whisky sour. Apparently knowing what she was smoking and drinking wasn't a priority to her anymore. ]

[She looks around, the champion did like the looks of this place but she was more focused on meeting up with the flaming red head that she met on the network. Though she did give up after about a few minutes of searching and instead, sat herself by the bar, ordered a drink and waited]

[He had left Kumagoro back in his rooms with a strict order to stay away from the network and any weird bunnies. The singer honestly never thought it wa a wrong thing to treat his stuffed rabbit like it was living, so the odd looks he sometimes get he just ignored. But for a night out on the town with endless bars in sight, he decided to act a bit more adultlike, especially since he had no idea what the night would end up like.

So bouncy through the door was a thin, short man wearing a loose blue shirt, designer jeans ad enough jewelry that could be lethal weapons under the right circumstances. He also didn't hesitate, jumping into the bar crowd and weaving his way over to Reno's spot, claiming himself a stool before turning around and sticking his hand out.

Yup. So very American, this little Japanese guy. ]

I still think those tattoos are cool.

[ It helps that he was so use to this kind of lifestyle. It helps that he starts out the day sounding like he had a few sips out of the backroom gin. It helps that he got his start as a singer in a nightclub where the drinks kept on coming even if the pay did not. He can certainly drink, although even his tolerance for alcohol was waving a white flag under the onslaught of drunken revelry.

Although if asked, he would blame it all on that stuff in that bar with the grinning cats. It tasted like rainbows and made his mind go flying away.

Yes, rainbows had a taste.

Anyways, have one very happy rock god clinging onto the person next to him, singing to himself in his native tongue and giggling at every little innuendo hidden in the lyrics. ]

[This was Reid's kind of place-better than Nickey's back home or any of the places he'd been to in Orlea. He's been doing well so far on not getting too drunk-because he knew what would happen then.

With that in mind, Reid could be found at the bar, facing the dance floor, and leaning his elbows back against the counter, a beer in one hand. As nice as drinking was, he was kind of thinking that dancing would be nice too. Even if he really wasn't...the most skilled...at dancing.]

[Reno's honestly kind of relieved when the kid he'd video chatted with turns up sans stuffed bunny and looking a little more grownup than he had before. Not that Reno isn't all about teaching youngsters to hold their liquor early, but he tends to prefer knowing what the laws actually are before he starts breaking them.]

[He shoots the kid an easy grin.] Weren't you sayin' you got some ink yourself?

[It isn't long before Reno himself emerges from the throngs of people crowding the dance floor. His hair is tousled and his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his black jacket discarded long ago and more than likely lost forever. He's slightly out of breath -- in sore need of a break from dancing as well as a drink to refresh himself -- and so he makes his way towards the bar, just happening to push between people to stand next to where a particular blonde woman is sitting as he tries to get the bartender's attention.]

[Sitting pretty, sipping her long island like it was no one's business, the champion was enjoying the bar. Their drinks were good and the place was cool. But she was still far too curious where her "host" was and as she noticed a red head randomly pop in next to her, she couldn't help but ask.]

...Reno?

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[Reno, of course, has been over at one end of the bar, chatting up one of the bartenders. He seems to have done this at every place they've gone, and yet so far tonight he hasn't even been slapped once. He's on a roll.]

[When the bartender is called away to the other end of the bar, Reno grabs his drink and moves to join Reid, raising his glass in a mock toast.] So, what's verdict? Good night so far?

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Yup. On my left hip. [ There are a few laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, not really deep but just enough to give lie to his youthful look. His whole band had that lucky ability to still look young enough to get carded, though Ryuuichi was best with it.

Well, second best. ]

Maybe I'll show you if you ask nicely.

[When he turns his head, his trademark grin is already in place, but his eyes still light up a little bit when he sees her. Facing her more fully, he leans against the bar all casual-like, raising his eyebrows.]

Please tell me you're the one who texted me.

Heh, all right then. [He cocks his head, his tone playful.] How 'bout I start by buyin' you a drink?

Yeah that's me, Cynthia.

[She took another sip of her drink but she just couldn't help but smile at him.]

Good to finally meet you in person. Though I honestly didn't expect you to be so handsome.

[She blames the alcohol for that, excuse her]

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If you insist, I won't say no.

[Dr Insano meets the group in Crystalden and proceeds to perhaps stare a little too long at each individual instead of drinking anything. He thinks studying the effects of alcohol on others would be more productive than getting drunk himself. So he'll continue to follow the group around, taking occasional notes.]

Hey, I'm just a real nice guy like that, yo. [He nods to the serving wench he'd been chatting with, motioning her over.] So, what'll it be?

[As Reno laughs, the bartender appears and sets a drink down in front of him -- a couple fingers of bourbon, straight up.]

What can I say? It's all natural, baby. [Hope you weren't expecting modesty, because there certainly isn't any here.] Some people got it, yo, like you and me, and some people just don't.

[He sips at his drink, pleasantly buzzed, but with a ways to go yet before he's actually drunk.] So, this your first night out on the town since you got here?

Wha..? Here, lemme see that! [Rocketing forward to plop down onto the cushion next to Apollo (and practically taking the heavy velvet curtain that hung at the edges of the little alcove with him), Reno leans heavily against her as he reaches forward to steal the hose. He's been good and drunk for a while now, his steadily increasing volume a testament to the fact, and his eyes widen comically as he sucks down the fragrant smoke.]

Mother fuck that is delicious! [He hasn't quite finished exhaling before he tries to speak, causing him to cough a bit as well, but that's no deterrent; he's taking another drag almost immediately before handing it back to Apollo.] This place is the shit, yo. Most definitely my favorite so far.

A real nice guy, huh? Does the real nice guy have a name? [ He paused for a second, glanced at him and then turned around to face the waitress. ]

A nice robust beer.

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[OPEN] Bar-hopping like it's 1999.

Highcrest; The Three Swords

In-between; let's navigate these districts for great justice!

Whiteweeod; Thyme Waterdrops

Crystalden; The Tower

Astralfield; Down the Rabbit Hole

Mallowhallow; is anyone even still conscious?

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Crystalden; The Tower

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