HAPPY BDAY FUCK JOE BIDEN

[smokeeater]

BIRTHDAY BAR NITE

Wednesday night brings the Lobby a large influx of celebrants. It's Reggie and Beck's birthday! This is just a normal night at the bar functionally; unless otherwise noted, all characters will have to pay for their own drinks, although Ares will bully everyone to purchase them for the birthday kids. He made a very simple cake with a somewhat expired box mix, and didn't kill anyone while doing it, but there's not really enough for everyone. Sorry! At a certain point there are fireworks! This is the most basic ic/ooc in the whole world but have fun.

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THE BAR: Ares & Beau

[smokeeater]

“Dropped my first solid meal I was looking forward to on to the ground.” He provides with no hesitation, “So kind of mild actually.”

THE BAR: Ares & Beau

[fixedup]

"No!" Beau leans forward like this is somehow the most interesting story she's heard all day. "Did you still eat it?"

THE BAR: Ares & Beau

[smokeeater]

“I didn’t even wipe the dirt off.” He says, face fully grave though this is fully a lie.

THE BAR: Ares & Beau

[fixedup]

"That's awful." She slides a shot of indeterminate liquid over to him. "You should sanitize away the floor germs."

THE BAR: Ares & Beau

[smokeeater]

He probably shouldn't sanitize the floor germs with something like this. It looks poisonous. But he's already had one drink, and that honestly makes another one sound much more reasonable. "I did promise." He recalls and extends the glass out for a toast. "To our victory and germ free floors."

THE BAR: Ares & Beau

[fixedup]

Beau grins, plainly delighted. "To being invincible," she says, clinking her glass with Ares', "and the bartender who was like 'ya, I got you' when I asked for something that'd feel like a punch in the throat."

She knocks back the shot without hesitation, and coughs. Oh god. I got you, for sure.