| the mildly annoyed go drinking |
[08 Feb 2009|08:26pm] |
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who: people at COD
where: Cult of Dionysus
when: late evening
Well, Jesse knew one thing was official by now--quite a lot of the shit on this ship just wasn't for him. Which was a shame, really, considering. He was going to be here for a while and everything, and he was already starting to feel antsy. Trapped a bit. That always blew. He'd got off the phone with his daughter for the third time that day before heading to the...cult. What the shit kind of a name was 'cult of dionysus' anyways? Everything in here had an over the top name. Everything was over the top period, which didn't work out real well for someone who generally spent most of their time being low-key.
But, he was bored, and there was a theme night or something going on, not that he was into playing dress-up. The atmosphere was a little jarring for him too--wasn't anything on this ship small? Did everything have to have a three ring fucking circus attached? In the end he went in anyways, just to see what the hell was up with it all. So he walked in, and ordered a drink, going for some whiskey. Whiskey was always good.
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