Ivy (don't worry about the last name) (ivyshuhpanski) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2009-03-31 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ivy szczepanski, location: loralie's pub, player: ar, status: incomplete |
Who: Ivy Szczepanski and whoever feels like a night off ♥
When: Evening of May 31, 2049
Where: Loralie's Pub
Rating: PG-13, I guess?
Summary: Proud to be Fruitful Free is the motto, and getting a little bit smashed is the plan. Anyone getting forcibly married gets their drinks for free!
Warnings: The devil's water, probably some swearing.
Ivy sat at the bar in Loralie's in one of her favourite outfits: black trousers that were slightly too long for her, a cream-coloured ruffled tuxedo shirt, and a black morning coat. Her top hat (because how could she not bring a top hat along with this suit? all she lacked was a cane, at this point) sat on the bar near her elbow, with two fives inside it and a notecard reading Paired-Up Booze Fund.
A few friends of hers had promised to stop by, but no one had shown up as of yet. Marj was working late, she knew, as were some other acquaintances. Which was fine--the night was still young--but she rather hoped a few people she knew would be there before all the people she'd recently met showed up. Ivy had never really been this chatty with complete strangers before, but it was so easy to read other people's posts from their Helpers, and so hard to resist replying sometimes. Especially since, thanks to the Fruitful Law, everyone in the world suddenly had something in common.
Maybe it wasn't bad practice, accosting random strangers with written commentary on their thoughts; the way things were going, everyone she knew was going to have to get a hell of a lot more comfortable buddying up with strangers, after all.
The more the merrier, in this case, at least, and if everything went well, those random strangers wouldn't be quite as strange tomorrow morning.
Might as well start the party now. She leaned towards the bartender, flashing her ID and a cocksure grin. "Hey, can I get a beer?"
[ooc: For the record, morning coats are the kind with tails. :D eta: You know it's been a long week when you repeatedly forget how old your character is. FAIL, et cetera.]