witchesreign | round five

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round five | bbs + action

Say it's your friend's birthday tonight. How would you celebrate it? Personally, I'd head down to the ~~bar~~ ~~pub~~ restaurant and treat him to a good dinner, but I'm curious as to what you guys think. Sometimes the same old gets a little boring, so... what do you guys do to shake things up?

Just keep your suggestions PG-13. I'm pretty sure kids're still reading this thing, even if they're not very vocal about it.

- Instructor Tom Bronson

[As par for the course, Tom's hanging out in front of the local bar tonight. One has to wonder if he'll actually get kicked out for loitering around one of these days... Tom certainly remembers the days of hanging around the bars and getting treated as some suspicious creep just because he didn't actually go in for a long period of time.

He gives someone the Look before continuing to wait outside. Leaning against the wall, he folds his arms and stares up at the night sky. It's a lot prettier here in Fisherman's Horizon - and he can actually see the stars a lot better than back home - and for a moment, it takes his breath away.

... Right, he's waiting for someone. It'd probably be better to look ahead than up, but Tom doesn't seem concerned with that at the moment. If someone's looking for him, they'll know where to find him.]

[ooc | backdated to the 16th because I can't get things up on time. ;~; As usual, strikes're backspaced.]

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Edited 2011-08-18 04:55 (UTC)

[As promised, Tom's waiting outside whenever Cid arrives---and for once, he's not smoking either.

Perhaps there is still hope for him after all.]

[Cid arrives shortly after him, offering his friend a small smile as he walks over.]

I haven't kept you waiting, I hope?

Not at all! It's been pretty nice outside. [He grins, playfully saluting Cid before opening the door and walking through.]

How've things been going with you?

[He waves off the salute with a chuckle, trailing inside the bar after his friend.]

Quite well, thank you. Yourself? Staying out of trouble?

Do you see any grandmas with a leash? [He grins widely as he grabs them a couple of seats at the bar.] I think I'm doing pretty well on my own this time.

One never knows when they'll show up. I imagine that they rather miss their feline friend.

[Cid smiles and takes a seat next to Tom.]

I speak in jest, of course. I'm delighted to hear that you're doing well. Have you thought of any ideas for that gift, or do you plan on looking around until you find something suitable?

[Tom can't help chuckling there, even if it's at his own expense.] I don't know, man... those grandmas're like ninjas. They're everywhere.

[Still, he climbs up and immediately waves the bartender over so that he can order a round of beers.] I actually took your suggestion and got him some specialized ammo from some Grease Monkey guy? Jay's a big gun person, so I figured giving him something practical'd work.

It's very interesting, don't you think? Specialized ammunition... As if guns by themselves weren't dangerous enough.

[Despite his words, the smile doesn't fade.]

I'm sure your friend will enjoy it. Hopefully, though, he won't ask you to buy him another case.

We can only hope, man. [Tom's a literal pacifist, so it'd taken him quite a while to actually gather the courage to buy the ammo in the first place! And he's not really up to doing it AGAIN.] I think I'll just splurge on really nice wine next year.

[He pauses for a moment, almost as if he's embarrassed to be thinking about this already...] But seriously, birthdays're awesome. I just wish they came around more often.

Oh? [Cid's eyebrows rise.] Do you mean the birthdays of others, or does this include your own?

[Cid is, quite frankly, the type to forget his own birthday because of work-related tendencies and general lacking of caring, if left to his own devices. The men on the Lindblum, however, are not quite so forgetful.]

Both, I think. It's kind of lame to throw a party for no reason.

[When the first round comes, Tom takes a sip and grins:] I mean, if you get totally wasted? At least your excuse's legit.

[Cid takes a sip as well but sets his glass down after just the one. He shoots Tom a smile.]

Using birthdays as an excuse to get drunk... Should I be wary of you if you invite me out to drink on one of our birthdays?

[Not that his own would transfer over very well to the calender here, but... He'll let the comment stand.]

[Tom can't help smirking ever-so-slightly:] I don't know, man... sometimes, I don't even need an excuse to get wasted.

Not that it happens often these days. [Mainly because out of everyone at Garden so far, Tom's the best at holding in his liquor.]

You end up having to walk home most of your drinking partners, do you?

[There's an unsaid comment there about how he's not part of that list, but it's less from Cid's own drinking prowess and more his... ability to refrain from drinking too much.]

Unfortunately. Not like I'm used to it by now... and it's kind of nice when it's vice-versa. Sometimes.

[Cid and Tom's dad are about the only people who've seen Tom get totally wasted---mainly because it doesn't happen all that often.] Though I totally don't remember how I ended up with the grandmas.

Shall I enlighten you as to what transpired that night, or would you prefer not to know?

[Cid allows himself to take another sip of his drink, smiling around his glass.]

Hmmm... [He taps his chin, pretending to seriously debate it.] I don't really care. If you want to, then you want to... and if you don't, it will just be the Greatest Unsolved Mystery in my life.

In that case, I shall leave it for another time. It would be a shame if I told you, and then you drank to the point of forgetting it--I'd have to repeat the story all over again.

[He answers this in a very serious tone, but his lips quirk upwards into a smile as he finishes.]

Besides, I would hate to mar your homecoming victory with such a sordid tale.

[Ugh.... reminding Tom of the victory he really didn't want in the first place. Even if he's trying to smile at Cid, Tom's eyes are totally glowering as he flags the bartender for another beer.]

I'm just glad Shar and Grell won too. For everyone's sake---it'd be like a really bad explosion if either she or Grell lost.

[Well, that's an oddly glum look on Tom's face. He gives his friend an inquiring look but doesn't press the issue.]

Yes, they did become rather competitive didn't they... Quite different than the races for the king and prince positions.

[Cid's still nursing his first glass right now, taking his time as always when he drinks.]

[He's trying to be grateful about his victory! It's just... not something he wanted in the first place.]

I was actually a little worried there'd be some huge competition for King. [Laughs in-between sips] Like, I'm not as familiar with Snow as you are... but it looks like that worrying was for nothing.

Did you now?

[Cid smiles at that.]

I would not consider Snow and myself as... friends, per se, but considering what I do know of him, I did think that he would have done more campaigning.

I guess so. Still, I'm just glad none of us really cared who won. It made the outcome a lot less awkward.

I suppose so.

Still, I imagine Sharpay was happy that you were her king.[A pause, a sip, and a smile.] Or am I wrong?

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