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paixaorpg2009-04-15 09:25 am
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Party Till We Can't No More [Active / very open]
Character(s): Angeal Hewley, Reno, Auron, ANYBODY!
Content: After a job well done, Angeal organizes a little get-together. With booze.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer, F5.
Time: Night
Warnings: Very, very drunk people, possibly.
For all that had been going on lately, this place was starting to shape up to be pret-ty interesting. Some of his buddies were here, which was a plus, they had the opportunity to blow up one of the labs kidnapping people, and there were plenty of bars around if you wanted to take some time off.
The overhead domes and the creepy metal-obsessed citizens were a little annoying, though. But once that was bypassed, Paixao actually seemed liveable.
Anxious and wanting to get started, Angeal Hewley was a professional at keeping his nerves in check, in keeping that stoic demeanor. It was required on the battlefield, and even here, he couldn't let his guard down. There could still be enemies to deal with, and these people needed someone to look out for them at all times. Most of the time, he was good at that. But not often.
But nevermind that. All that was left now were the guests.
Content: After a job well done, Angeal organizes a little get-together. With booze.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer, F5.
Time: Night
Warnings: Very, very drunk people, possibly.
For all that had been going on lately, this place was starting to shape up to be pret-ty interesting. Some of his buddies were here, which was a plus, they had the opportunity to blow up one of the labs kidnapping people, and there were plenty of bars around if you wanted to take some time off.
The overhead domes and the creepy metal-obsessed citizens were a little annoying, though. But once that was bypassed, Paixao actually seemed liveable.
Anxious and wanting to get started, Angeal Hewley was a professional at keeping his nerves in check, in keeping that stoic demeanor. It was required on the battlefield, and even here, he couldn't let his guard down. There could still be enemies to deal with, and these people needed someone to look out for them at all times. Most of the time, he was good at that. But not often.
But nevermind that. All that was left now were the guests.
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Auron normally wasn't one for parties. He never had been when he was younger (back then he had only found it a waste of time better spent on his duties, both as a Warrior Monk and a guardian), and his aversion toward them had only increased as he had become earlier, the only thing changing being his reason for avoidance. But it was a fight well fought and he hadn't had a drink for a long time. He could use one now.
It looked as though he wasn't the first to arrive. He noticed the red-head he'd talked to over the journals a few times previously, as well as one of the men who had been there during the siege. He glanced to them and gave a short nod to acknowledge their presence before going to sit at the bar and ordering himself a stiff drink.
He paused and frowned as the cup reached his lips, feeling eyes on him, but after a moment he "hmph"ed and took a drink, deciding that even if it were more than coincidence, the best thing he could do right now would be to continue on as usual, if only to avoid suspicion.