#everydayisanight

Perhaps you wouldn't think it, but Haru could hold his alcohol very well. However, what he couldn't do well was keep track of his tab. At the very least he had stopped once he realized he lost track of how many drinks he had.

"So..."

"I totally forgot how much I've drank just now...but I know that I can't afford it either...!"

Queen accepts the battery daiquiri, then takes a sip from the glass. It passes her taste test, then she sighs contently, pleased to have a break from the desert heat.

* You Know I Have To Say * There Aren't Many (Organic) Lightners Who Know How To Mix Drinks For Machines * Where Is Your Experience From? * Ro(b)ot Beer Tapper? LMAO

Wei Wuxian was facing some serious emotional whiplash right now-- no, spiritual, even! He had this great and big unrecognizable city to explore after having been dead for thirteen years... There was a lot to process, and he didn't know where to start. So, he didn't! Right now, he was wholeheartedly occupied with a cat that he had seen padding around by itself. There was no harm in crouching down to greet it, maybe play with it, he thought-- until he had waved the sleeves of his robes in front of it's face, now struggling to get claws unhooked from his sleeve. "Hey, hey! Little guy, can't you just let go? Please? If you rip this, I'll be walking around in tattered clothing for who knows how long!" He pleaded with the cat, speaking to it as if the small creature could understand his every word.

✦ The teenaged girl glanced into Jill's basket as they walked the same path. It was full to the brim with grapes, which led to her wondering aloud. "Are you planning on making alcoholic drink with those? ...Not that I've ever tried any." It wasn't just the grapes that had tripped her off, she had seen Jill around the city after the moon incident.

She was underaged though, so never actually at her job.

✦ "At the risk of sounding rude, this would be easier if you had some way of defending yourself." Luluka said softly as she kicked a crowbar towards the woman to use as a weapon. It wasn't said to mock her or complain, she was just speaking the objective truth about their situation.

She had already taken down one by herself and it looked like they were in the clear, but if there were two or more? It would be tricky.

the notepad danny's brought with him to the bar is partly for show, partly in the very real hope that he comes up with a solution to the ache in his chest that shouldn't have become a problem for quite some time. he's in no position to be writing new stories when he still knows so little about the island beyond murmurings and rumors - and neither of those are useful to him.

he's barely touched his whiskey, free hand instead rapping quietly on the countertop as he calmly swallows down the phantom sensation of bile in his throat, whilst the other hand scribbles freely in borderline illegible script. he doesn't notice the woman at the bar approaching, probably just to check on his barely-nursed drink.