wandering with no place to go

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[This misplaced frat boy is searching for a kitchen so he can scrounge up something to eat. He's still pretty weirded out by everything and really wants to go home, but he'd rather not starve to death either.]

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[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[Lucky you, this one just came from the kitchen, judging from the mug of fresh tea.]

[dawnrise]

[She'd be willing to help. Her day has been full of frequent kitchen trips, judging by the small stack of plates on the coffee table in front of her. Riku is very casually reading a book on the couch.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he eyes your mug, wondering if it's coffee*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*ohey you're that Riku with tits he met his first night here; he will be eying those plates, then looking around to see where they might've come from*

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

[Well, if you find the kitchen, you'll see this scary looking guy throwing back quite a bit of sake. Is he drunk? Maybe. Why not talk to him to find out. :| ]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he recognizes you from the old lessons he had from Vexen, though that doesn't seem to mean much in this place*

... if you really wanna get drunk, try sake bombs.

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

[He glances at you, then laughs. ]

What would a child know of sake...

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he snorts in your direction*

I'm no child. And I've drunk enough to know that you're doing it wrong. Proper sake should be served warm, out of those little fruity cups that look like tiny saucers.

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

I can assure you, this sake is warm. The best sake always is.

[Well, you have his attention. ]

However, this is weaker than water. Nothing here seems to do the trick.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You haven't found the good stuff then. Or you should start mixing. Too bad. The party I was at was totally rocking. I don't know how many kegs there were.

*is going to rustle around the kitchen, looking at what's available*

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

I am not much of a partier. People tend to prefer not to be around me when I'm drunk..

[He chuckles, throwing back another bland sake. ]

I tend to get a bit stabby.

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[There is a cat. Drinking tea.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Well, it sucks to party with you if you stab everyone when they're drunk and happy.

*he finds some pint glasses and beer, as well as chopsticks*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*................... that's probably unhealthy*

Shoo.

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

[ :| And most people don't need chopsticks to...drink beer? ]

But alas, i prefer to drink alone anyway...well, the exception of one other. [Who shall not be named. ]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he fills a pint glass with beer, carefully sets to chopsticks over the top of the glass, then even more carefully balances a cup of sake -- how did he get that it's magic -- on top of the chopsticks*

Well, you're the one complaining that you're not getting drunk fast enough.

[dawnrise]

What are you looking for?

[Nnno, she did not look up.]

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

Haha... Complaining. I do not recall a complaint. I do recall a statement... Perhaps an irritable comment. you must have a low threshold for women if you consider my statement a complaint.

[*pokes it to make it wobble.* ]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, girls are hard to figure out. But I have a girlfriend anyway. Mostly, I just agree with whatever she says.

Ichi... ni... san... KANPAI!

*and he slams his fists onto the table, which makes the cup of sake fall into the beer... and he quickly grabs the glass up and chugs it down*

Aah! And that's how you do a proper sake bomb.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... creepy*

Food, mostly.

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[Nonsense. He's been drinking it all his life. Although to be fair, he is a little odd looking, what with the blue markings.

Oh, and the grin.]

Now, that's hardly polite.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*talking cat whut*

... I'm not a polite sort of person, cat.

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

...Fascinating.

[He meant by the sake bomb. Not the fact that you have a girlfriend. ]

Impressive.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You wanna try?

*he can set up a glass for you easily*

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[It makes perfect sense! ...By his perspective.]

How utterly regrettable then.