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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You look like something from my home.

[Bob tells her, stepping out onto the stairs behind her.

He has eased. He hasn't had a single drink, but this is a bar, like any other bar, like his bar, Cousin Marv's bar. This is his stomping ground. This is where he has authority, is in control. He's not ostentatious about it, or flashy. He's just settled.]

I'd chase you off for an open container, actually. You could get my license revoked.

[ Johanna cocks an eyebrow, not sure if what Bob said is meant to be a compliment or just an observation. ]

Something as in, "wow Johanna, you're becoming really well-adjusted," or something as in "never knew that down-and-out substance abusers were a universal constant?"

[ Johanna registers Bob's ease -- and likes it. It rubs off, just a little. ]

If you did that, I'd probably punch you in the face. Luckily the word of law doesn't mean shit here.

Don't fight with bar tenders.

[He instructs her, as he moves to sit down on the step next to her.]

You don't look like a substance abuser. Tonight, you look like-

[And then he falters, and just smiles at his hands. That's a little personal.]

[ Johanna offers Bob a bottle when he sits. Sure, it's not the finest stuff, but it'll do. ]

Why not? I've taken on a government, and while that wasn't a walk in the woods, I don't think a bartender's gonna be much worse.

[ For once, Johanna doesn't retort. There's something soft in her expression, barely there and a little confused. She's not sure if Bob is implying that she looks good, because Johanna knows that factually, she doesn't, but still. It's. Kind of a nice thought. ]

[He takes it from her, and has a pull, before glancing out of the alleyway.]

Still. Fighting with bartenders.

[A shake of his head, before he gives her another sideways glance. She does look nice, like this, to him.]

How did you take on a government?

Mm. I'll trust you on that one. Any person tending a place like this would have to be one scary motherfucker.

[ Johanna shrugs. Her tone is carefully nonchalant. ]

Defiance. How else? President tells you to do something, you do the exact opposite and make a big fucking mess about it. Get angry. Then, when you're all good and riled up, join a rebellion. Keep its secrets. Give the big guys a taste of their own medicine.

You say it like it's nothing. Like it's not incredibly.

[He mumbles, arms resting on his knees for a moment, before he takes one long pull of his bottle.]

I never rebelled. I never fought big guys.

[ Johanna grabs Bob's shoulders, her grip strong, and stares him straight in the eye. When she speaks, she's serious, forceful. ]

Good. They're called big guys for a reason.

[ She lets go, and adds, quieter this time: ]

It fucked me up.

[ That's pretty obvious, but the fact that Johanna will admit it at all, in all seriousness, is pretty significant. ]

Yeah.

[Bob agrees, because he can see that. But, since she's touched his shoulder, he feels comfortable enough for a moment to rest his hand on hers, just for a heartbeat.]

You're not alone here. Yeah?

[And to Bob, fucked as one might be, that is something important.]

[ Johanna bites her lip, because god forbid she smile a real smile. It peeks out anyway, mischievous and a little warm. ]

Yeah. And you aren't quite as annoying as the rest of the jackasses here.

You neither.

[He allows, though he obviously doesn't have quite her talent for getting into it with said assholes. He takes a last sip of his drink, and then, to hell with it, throws the bottle in a long, easy pitch, just to hear it shatter.]

[ Johanna just stares at the bottle for a few moments, a little surprised. Then she laughs, a hoarse, slow thing at first, but bubbling up into something almost normal. Maybe it's the alcohol that's doing this to her -- she's not sure, nor does she care. She trusts Bob to keep any positive aspect of her personality a secret. ]

Your arm's getting better.

[ She finishes her bottle too, and throws it, hard, the shards from her bottle mixing with Bob's. ]

I pitched. Baseball.

[He admits, a quiet little secret for her.]

I mean, just as a kid. Little league.

[He makes a gesture, the height he was when he played last.]

[ Johanna thinks that's supposed to be cute? Little-kid Bob sounds kind of adorable, but Johanna has a few gaps in her knowledge. She leans in and whispers: ]

You're gonna have to tell me what baseball is.

[ Johanna is pretty sure that baseball is something basic that she should know but doesn't, and she doesn't want it getting out that Johanna Mason is crazy and baseball-ignorant. That's just bad for her reputation. ]

We'll show you. Rocco an' me. When we're all a bit sobered up.

You'll do great with a bat.

[Just on principle, he's sure of that.]

So drunk little league isn't a thing?

[ tch, tch. ]

I'll hold you to that.

See, the problem is. You take a stick, and you take a ball, and the pitcher;

[Hand over his heart, that's him,]

Throws the ball, and the batter takes the stick- called a bat, and swings it at the toss and bang, knocks it flying. Hundreds of feet sometimes. I think I could pitch, I think you could bat, but I think chasing that ball, chasing that ball, that means we need Rocco, and I can't have him out on a night like this. We'd all be bad influences.

[It's around here that he realizes that he is a little bit drunk, for the first time since his twenties.]

[ That. Is a remarkably well thought-out plan, and Johanna gives Bob a slow nod. She isn't going to argue with his logic, not while her own logic abilities are blissfully subdued. ]

I'm always a bad influence. Your bad influence would really be the icing on the mistake cake.

[ Isn't it great? Johanna and Bob should drink more often, because, you know, alcohol is nice and getting drunk alone is pathetic. Not that she's actually seeking out someone's company, for once. ]

Come on.

[He suggests, stretching up his arms over his head, rocking back.]

Let's find a bottle and head home, before one of us gets into a fight.

Event log: How Delightful

march 24

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