Oktoberfest: Beer!

[memento_mods]

Who: Everyone
What: Oktoberfest, the beer version
Where: The large building in the park
When: September 27 to October 4
Warnings: Alcohol and all the havoc it may bring.

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[sonofabat]

Having done a perfectly fine job of avoiding the Island's last celebration Damian was more than a little mystified by his sudden and uncharacteristic compulsion to wander into this newest party. He had been spending a great deal of time training alone lately, perhaps a little socialization and frivolity would be a nice change of pace from his self imposed Spartan lifestyle.

The boy's lip curled into a sneer at the sights and sounds of drunken revelry. Idiots. Alcohol was something to be avoided (or, in the case of his family, sampled while brooding alone in a cavernous mansion). Certainly HE wouldn't be having any. Besides, would they even serve him?

Well, why shouldn't they? he thought in sudden annoyance, I'm as responsible as anyone else here. Suddenly, feeling a misplaced sense of defiance against a set of liquor laws that likely did not even exist on the island, he grabbed a mug of alcohol off a nearby tray and knocked it back. Training and distrustful nature be damned, no one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do,

[love_and_donuts]

"WOOOOOOOOO!! CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG" came a wild and rambunctious yelping from nearby as Damian downed the mug of beer. Vash was already well-along into the party, a tie wrapped around his spikey hair like an off-kilter headband, and his cheeks glowing brightly.

A heavy arm hooked around Damian's shoulders, quite merrily.

"IF I DIDN'T KNOW ANY, ANY BETTER, I'D", he stopped to hiccup, "I'D SAY YOU'VE DONE that before, heee~" Vash complimented him, finally remembering at the end of his sentence that you didn't need to raise your voice if your mouth was right next to someone's ear.

[sonofabat]

Damian allowed a wry smile to cross his face (despite the the ringing in his ear). Vash had always seemed like a perfectly decent fellow, and Damian was glad for his company...or at least it beat having to deal with some of the island's more obnoxious residents.

'I'm a man of many experiences' he said simply, and slipped out of Vash's grip. Damian smirked when he saw the tie wrapped around his companion's head. 'It seems as if you've been enjoying yourself. Not one to let your dignity get in the way of a good time, are you?' He gave Vash a 'playful' punch on the arm, but winced when his fist connected with metal.

'Tch!' Not wanting to draw attention to his poor choice of roughhousing Damian grabbed another mug from...somewhere and hurriedly turned his attention to it. 'So,' he began casually, 'how long ago did you arrive at this little party?'

[love_and_donuts]

Vash smiled...stiffly. That probably hurt. Sorry, man he thought to himself, but didn't say aloud. It'd be hard to pick up that he noticed the punch at all; Vash's acting skills were never handicapped by alcohol.

"Gwee hee hee~ You kin say whatya want, all IIII know iz I'm havin' a BLAST!" Vash chortled, grabbing a beer from the same magical hammer space. He held it up to clink it against Damian's.

"AND, the more important question, which I DO HAVE the answer for, is how LONGGG I'll be staying, at this little party. ...Actually I don't know that one either, now that I think about it," Vash slurred, and then pondered aloud as he finished.

"OH WELL. What matters is right now! And right now, I'm having a BLAAAST EYAAA HAA HAA HAA~"

[bloody_pissed]

It had started with curry, or rather Asch's foolish choice to try some during the chaos of the festivities. It had seemed safe enough, right? Ah, how he would regret that preposterous notion, assuming he remembered anything from this day once he came to his senses

[fixmyresolve]

Lloyd leaned down and inspected Asch, who was probably already a bit too far gone. As for Lloyd, he was just being his usual merry and mischievous self... really! Only he'd gotten a little louder and... until a few moments ago had been trying to drown out the general buzz of the room with his own round of karaoke. And for some reason there was this nagging voice in the back of his mind trying to convince him to get into trouble. Raiding the onsen sure seemed appealing for some reason or other.

"Ahahaha~ I have no idea! But hey, I don't think you've had enough to drink yet! You're still pretty out of tune! Maybe you should, yanno, start up a band or something. Might sound better that way!"

Lloyd was about to reach down to help the fallen redhead up, but he lost his own balance and almost fell over the table, at which point he burst out laughing cheerfully again.

"Oh yeah, and your dancing totally sucks!"

[bloody_pissed]

Asch's legs slipped off of the table as he attempted to backflip on his feet. He felt strangely capable of doing so, yet his condition made it even more impossible for him to succeed. After an awkward flop of his legs to the ground, he took the less graceful yet more practical approach of shoving himself into a sitting position, at which point he struggled (yet ultimately succeeded) to gather his feet underneath him and stand up. Once he was up, his once placid--happy, even--expression had been replaced with a very large frown. Asch was a grumpy Asch whose ego had been threatened.

"Look who's talking, idiot! You suck at standing, let alone dancing," he retorted, his nose upturned in disdain. Whoops, that made him sway a little, but he was feeling a little better now that he was standing still and not pulling off strange dance moves. "...And I don't know any songs to sing...Maybe a band isn't a completely stuuupid idea."

Did he slur a word? No, of course not!

[fixmyresolve]

"Oy, oyyy~, no name calling, okay!?" Lloyd pouted, trying to keep himself standing straight, despite the room around him swaying back and forth like a giant see-saw. Too many uptight and obnoxious people on this island. It was really too bad. Well, he'd just have to teach them how to loosen up. The whole world she be happy-go-lucky all the time anyway!

Lloyd scratched the back of his head, looking around to see who all he recognized, although the effort hurt for some reason.

"Geez, some folks these days can't even take a joke! It's sad! Stomp all over my fun why don't cha?! But it's lucky for you that I happen to know a ton of songs! Rather than becoming rivals, why don't you and I team up? I'll teach you a couple old Dwarven tunes and... well, we'll see about the dancing part."

[onmyw_ings]

[a_severed_fate]

Was that a girl... or a cat...? At this point Tear's mind was having just a little trouble keeping itself focused and uncluttered and for some reason she felt a little lightheaded.

It was meowing... it had to be a cat.
No... it was walking like a person. It's a girl.

It didn't matter. It really didn't matter at all, because Sakura's mewlings were adorable. They reminded her of something... something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Oh well!

Tear made her way over to the Sakura-cat, head tilted to the side curiously.

"Are you looking for someone, kitty?"

It seemed her brain had registered Sakura as a cat after all. Oh, how cute!

[onmyw_ings]

[a_severed_fate]

Why was the kitty laughing at her? Tear had no idea, and the only response seemed to be for her to giggle, too. Besides, laughter was supposed to be contagious. For that matter, the kitty sure seemed to be having fun meowing continuously. Tear wondered if maybe she should follow Sakura's example. After all, Tear had been stuck as a cat before, so it should be perfectly acceptable. Appropriate even.

"Oh really?" Tear asked, petting the Sakura-cat lightly on the top of her head. "What does kitty's family look like? Maybe I can help kitty find them. It's no fun if you can't have a good time together with the people you care about, after all."

[knight_of_7]

Certainly, under any other circumstances, Suzaku would find it odd that after having drunk a cup of green tea he felt a sudden urge to join the celebration in the nearby pub. However, he found the atmosphere there surprisingly nice. It was probably due to the (unusual for him) alcohol consumption, but at that moment, he wasn't really paying attention to it. In fact, that festival appeared to be the first good thing that happened to him in the last few months.

However, even that couldn't stop him from noticing a... not exactly happy face in the crowd. His caring nature told him to help the kid immediately.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" Suzaku asked politely, offering Ritsuka a cheerful smile.

[knight_of_7]

Suzaku nodded lively in response. "Yes... Everyone seems to be having a good time here!" His smile was still there, though it didn't appear to be as bright as just a moment ago. It was a shame 'everyone' didn't involve most of his friends anymore...

While Suzaku wasn't the most observant person on the planet, even he couldn't miss Ritsuka's ears. Blinking, he watched them flicking every now and then. "Um, are they real? I-If I may ask, of course." He corrected himself, not wanting to sound rude. He was still sober enough to remain a kind person.

[totallynotaspaz]

After a glass of really nasty water (which actually tasted very little like water, since he was certain that water did not leave a bitter taste in his throat that he couldn't get rid of), Danny found himself in this building that he'd never been in before. He also didn't know what was going on.

Between the festivities and conversations and mugs of...whatever that was, Danny spotted a girl all alone at a table. Heading towards her less out of pity and more out of trying to find someone who didn't seem...off somehow. He wasn't sure how he knew, but many people seemed to be acting differently.

Sitting down beside her, giving the other people a final glance, he pointed to her mug of whatever-that-was and asked, "Hey, what is that?"

[totallynotaspaz]

Danny brought his chin to the table, examining the color of the liquid. It was a very specific dark amber, and that meant it could only be one thing:

"I think it's apple cider," he said, lifting the mug almost experimentally before taking a large gulp of it. His eyes went wide and he turned to the side, spitting it back out immediately. The taste was bitter and almost unwelcome in his throat, but it was familiar. His water had tasted a little like this, just not as severe.

Coughing to get the taste out of his mouth (and failing), Danny said, "Or maybe it's not apple cider."