WHO: Isaac, Anna & Kenzi WHERE: Their shared apartment WHEN: Saturday Night WHAT: Room mate bonding time. WARNINGS: Potentially Kenzi's language. STATUS: In Progress
For all intents and purposes, Isaac was sure that it was long past time for some calm. He didn't know how people coped with all this constant upheaval. If things weren't trying to kill you here, a bunch of people were vanishing and never coming back and hotels were murdering people. Between that and then the demons over running the town, it was definitely time to relax.
Apparently, Marrowood didn't care about legal age for drinking, since no one batted an eyelid at Isaac grabbing an armful of booze from the store with a determined look on his face. Of course the second trip to get a hell of a lot of junk food probably didn't help matters, but whatever. He knew that even if he wasn't able to get entirely drunk he'd still need something to eat along with copious amounts of alcohol.
And Kenzi seemed fond of drowning worries in alcohol according to Ruby, since the booze in the dinner had doubled since the dark haired girl started working there. So they had vodka and rum and gin and whisky and some of those weird flavouring liqueurs to work their way through. Isaac had opted for popcorn, nachos, as many packets of cheesy puffs as he could carry and enough chocolate to keep a pack of female werewolves happy.
He figured that Kenzi had been living with them long enough now that it was past due for a ridiculous almost high-school sleepover night to gorge themselves.
At the very least it might help them all just unwind after a hellish month.