Who: Bertie, whoever stops by What: Bertie's issued a general invitation to stop by his apartment and get to know him with alcohol. Where: Bertie's apartment at the complex (moving to roof if it gets crowded.) When: Tuesday afternoon onwards Rating: Booze and conversation (Depends if anyone shows up!) Status: In progress, just here in case anyone feels like tagging this.
Bertie felt fairly proud of himself for managing to find a place that sold drink and for managing to remember how much money he had and only spending a sensible proportion of it. Gin, whisky, soda and tonic water. And he'd have to make sure it lasted, what with the lack of the usual bank account.
The glasses in the flat weren't the right sort, but he'd simply have to make do, and he'd given the old tidy and clean up a bit of a bash, too. Not up to Jeeves's standards, but spots that had been grubby looking were now, if not exactly gleaming, at least presentable. He felt proud of that too.
He poured himself a gin and tonic, sat at his computer- he was doing better at remembering not to call it a moving picture-typewriter- and issued his invitation. Then he opened YouTube, sat back and enjoyed some tremendously funny bits from a Charlie Chaplin picture he hadn't seen yet, keeping one ear open for the sound of someone at the door.