Just Cappie is fine (downandirty) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-03-17 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannah, *hannahgrace, cappie, octavia blake |
Cappie had decided a long time ago, despite being staunchly agnostic with a little bit of Buddhism thrown in for good measure, that St Patrick was his favourite of all the saints. What wasn't great about a day dedicated to drinking, dancing and Irish shenanigans? He couldn't remember a St Patrick's day that wasn't epic in nature and legendary in memoriam. Cappie was determined to ensure that this one wasn't any less so; just because he was here in Atlantis and not at home, in the KT house, was not an excuse for a lame party. Besides, he had a noobie to Cappie made his way into the pub, dressed in his usual jeans and a lurid, green tshirt emblazoned with a large shamrock, with a black blazer over the top to tone the look down ever so slightly. He stopped, barely through the entrance, and looked around in awe. The place looked completely different to when he had been here just a few nights ago. Someone had done a fantastic job of turning the place into an Irish pub and loud, rowdy folk music was playing out over the already crowded room. Cappie was pleased to see how many people had already turned out; considering he was early to the party, he figured this must turn into quite the occasion when the evening kicked in in earnest. Cappie crossed to the bar, keeping an eye out for his new companion but failing to spot her on the way, and ordered two beers. After a couple of minutes, the bartender - not Luscious Lexi, the Vampire, he noted with disappointment - placed two pint glasses of Smithwick's beer on the bar in front of him. Cappie payed for the beers before carrying them away to a table in a corner, not completely secluded from the party but far enough out of the way that no one would notice the fact that he was feeding alcohol to a minor. Who came up with these stupid age limits anyway? |