hadriel_logs | Event log: How Delightful

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Delight's resurrection.
Where: Throughout the city, starting in the bar.
When: March 23rd-April 3rd
Warnings: Partying too hard, poor life choices, underage drinking, the worst hangovers of all time.

On the morning of March 23rd, bright and early, Delight is resurrected. Her temple is restored, and her bar appears in the city. What does that mean? Well, obviously it's time to celebrate. We hope everyone brought their party shoes! From March 23rd to March 27th, the party will be mostly contained in and around Delight's bar, with an invitation from the goddess herself. But it won't be long before she decides that's just not good enough - gotta bring the party to the people! From March 28th to April 3rd, the natural light is dimmed and replaced with flashing colored lights, fireworks, and even a few disco balls. Loud music blares through the city, making it hard to sleep, and a wide variety of trouble is available to be gotten into.

Wanna drink away the pain of being trapped in a hellcave? There's unlimited amounts of alcohol of all kinds, and Delight will be happy to supply anything that might be missing. More interested in karaoke-ing your heart out? Hit up one of the jukeboxes. Enjoy gleeful displays of your own mortality? Here's a skateboard and a ramp, have fun. There's just about anything you could desire, as long as what you desire is to party hard and make bad decisions. And hey, if you find yourself getting tired, grab one (or five) of Delight's special energy shots. They'll eliminate your need for sleep, food, water, cure an oncoming hangover and immediately relax any sore muscles you've got for 24 hours per shot! There's no down side! (Except for all the effects coming back to hit you at once when the shot wears off, but whatever.)

After about a week and a half of tequila shots, keg stands, roman candle battles, tagging the city with free spraypaint, inappropriate party games, and balloon hats made to look like rocket ships (wait... that's not a rocket ship), Delight realizes everyone's partied out and starts to wind things down. On April 3rd, she'll clean up the city, removing everything except for a few remaining fireworks and disco balls, stored in her temple. Her bar will still be around, if you can stand to even look at liquor after all the poor choices you made. Otherwise, lay in bed and try to recover from your hangover while the city goes back to normal.

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'Half' the musicians you know.

[That brings a scoff out of him and Ronan downs the shot, setting the glass aside for now. Three in ten minutes is a bit much.]

You some kind of groupie?

[That startles a high-pitched laugh out of her. The idea of her being a groupie is just so ridiculous she can't even wrap her mind around it.]

Nah, man. I used to be in a band, back in Chicago. I sang ... played a little tambourine sometimes, too. Anyway, you get to know a lot of other bands in the scene, just by bein' around the same places.

Tambourine? Really?

[Don't listen to him Nick, he thinks that shitty EDM is the pinnacle of music.]

Were they out of triangles at the music store?

Nah, we tried a triangle, but the keyboards drowned it out.

[She may or may not be serious.]

Anyway, tambourine's pretty classic.

Classic if you're Enya, maybe.

[Heeey, there's a reference that they might finally both know about!]

[Yeeep, she caught that. She was also halfway through taking another shot when she starts laughing, so, you know. Enjoy that front row seat to Nick's spit-take.]

Enya? Christ, if that's your idea of classic, you need to get out more.

That's the point.

[Sort of. But her spitting is hilarious and Ronan actually sort of cracks a smile. Just a little one, but it makes him look more dangerous than any of his glares have.]

I used to play a few instruments.

[Nick grins at him behind her sleeve as she wipes at her mouth.]

Yeah? Like what? Castanets?

[He lifts an eyebrow at her and shakes his head, clearly amused by the answer.]

Close. I'm not bad with bones, actually.

Bones? Like - actual bones? You play those as an instrument?

[Someone's getting a vicious side-eye here.]

[Ronan rolls his eyes, a little too dramatically- but then again, he is seventeen.]

You've never heard of them? Jesus. The old ones were, the newer ones aren't. [A pause, and- is he really going to explain this? Yes, yes he is. This is more badass than bagpipes are, anyway.] They're like carved ribs. You put them between your fingers, and when you snap your wrist, it clicks.

[He shrugs.]

You know, like in Irish music.

That sounds pretty serial killer, but hey, whatever floats your boat, man.

[Yeah, no, she has never heard of such a thing. Not that she listens to enough Irish music to be familiar - or any Irish music, for that matter.]

You're such a dumbass.

[But whatever, Ronan supposes that not everyone can be up on folk music. Even he'd be hard-pressed to admit that it's anywhere near cool.]

Whatever. It's not like any of that shit matters here anyway.

[She's drunk enough to laugh off what he says.]

Hey, man, don't be so quick to blow it off. I know a guy who could prob'ly get you some monster bones y'could play.

Fuck you.

[He rests his elbows on the counter, similarly drunk.]

This is me, blowing it off. I shouldn't have said anything in the first place.

One, I am nowhere near drunk enough, and two, you're like, what, sixteen? Pretty sure that's illegal, even by this place's standards.

[Said while grinning, so. Obviously it's a joke.]

I mean, I already got people here callin' me grandma, I don't need a rep for bein' a pedophile, too.

Don't make me puke up that whiskey.

[He doesn't even correct her on the age thing yet (though it is an interesting question, Ronan is fairly certain that he'd be eighteen by now, but he really doesn't know how that shit works around here), the whole idea is too abhorrent. Ronan pulls a face and turns back to the bar, kicking at the wood with his boot.]

Three, you're not my fucking type. Four, I'm seeing someone. Five, I'm about punch you off that barstool.

[She raises her eyebrows, giving him a knowing look, a nonverbal Oh really?]

Six, I'd like to see you try.

[Which is a dumb thing to say; she already knows Ronan is more than capable of throwing a damn good punch. But this is the most fun she's had in a very long time, so she just laughs.]

[Ronan rolls his eyes, the movement a little more exaggerated in his state of inebriation, and he slides easy off of his stool, carefully finding footing on the floor beneath him. He knows a thing or two about fighting drunk, he knows that enough alcohol can make him good and mean, but right now he's still somewhat in check.]

Try me, Barbie.

[She stares at him for a full five seconds, then breaks into a riotous laugh.]

It's all punchin' all the time with you, huh?

You know of a better way to pass the time?

[He challenges, though it's a little more humorous than it might have been otherwise. Ronan rolls his eyes, righting himself fully, before glancing back across the room- toward where Adam is off in the distance, leaning against one of the walls in the bar.]

-whatever. I'll leave you to it.

[Nick pours herself another shot and raises her glass as Ronan makes his exit.]

Have fun stormin' the castle.

Event log: How Delightful

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cw nick being awful, also casual joking about pedophilia, i'm so sorry about her

haha you're good

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