captainwilcar (captainwilcar) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-06-14 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, altair laurent, arielle chiaro, audrey leradine, drake liu, merrion priddy, wilcar lockgold |
Who: Party peeeeeople!
What: Drake's congratulations party; A Wil excuse to get everyone together to drink
Where: The Salty Cod; everyone's favorite dive bar
When: Saturday, starts promptly at 9PM (future-dated)
Rating: Rated R for Arrr! It's a Wilcar thread
Status: Pending
OOC: Open to everyone! Wil knows a sh*t-ton of people so characters could easily obtain verbal invitations from just about anyone they know. Also, it'll hopefully just be a bit of a rager later on, no one will be paying attention.
The Salty Cod was an institution, an establishment of classic revelry. Dirty enough you didn't get sworn at if you spilled a pitcher or pissed yerself, but faithfully scrubbed and mopped down every third day. The owner was a grizzled women with two teeth, about twice as many hairs on her head, and had breath that would strip paint. But she kept shit in line with a single look, ran the place on the seconds hand of the clock and kept her drink prices low.
Wil and his crew had been visiting for decades and people he brought kept coming back. If there was a party, this was the place. It looked fucking pathetic until it was packed with people. A little stage had some acoustaministics or some shit according to a certain young bard who would tweet songs for a couple beers and a lot more applause. Course as soon as he walked in, Merri in tow, Handsome One Eye Harold was already there, looking like the fucker was up to no good. He sure as hell wasn't. Allegedly he was supposed to be getting married soon.
"AY!" He roared in greeting to the noisy room. Someone had already pulled out some drums and some louts were already shoving a barrel of beer to show how much lighter it was. Things had to just be getting started. "Where's my fucking beer!" Shouting above the din was...Wil's excuse for always talking so loud.