太宰治 / Dazai Osamu (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenacelogs2017-10-08 09:22 pm
dazain) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-10-08 09:22 pm
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[OPEN]
WHO: Dazai and YOU
WHERE: Various places in/around/on the way back from bars, but any city, really!
WHEN: Let's say for the couple of weeks of October
WHAT: A useless drunk doing what he does best
WARNINGS: dazai is at all times ready to talk about suicide
>APPROACH THE USELESS DRUNK
[Which bar is this, exactly? Look, it doesn't matter. The only important quality for it to have is that it is at least somewhat clean, fairly quiet, and serves alcohol. And at the bar there is a young man with a glass of whiskey at his elbow and a tongue between his teeth, building a veritable mansion of cards.
Seriously, he must've been at it a while. There's at least three decks in this thing. He's also talking to the bar tender who appears to be ignoring him.]
Ah, how about this? If I get up to two hundred cards in this, you become so impressed that my drinks are on the on house? How's that?
>BE APPROACHED BY A USELESS DRUNK
[It's still a bar, somewhere! But now that guy, you know, the one who is definitely several drinks into his night, he was spinning idly on his bar stool while bothering the poor bartender with nagging complaints the government is coming your way. He must've gotten bored and is looking for a new place to be a nuisance.
But he's scooting over to a seat near you; across if you happen to be at a table, next to if you are at the bar. He slips his chin into his hands, smiling with what appears to be a sly, cheerful interest.]
What's your opinion, then? Is American government doing enough to make up for their "accidental" kidnappings? I'm a little amazed that they're so rude they haven't even offered a lifetime supply of whiskey.
>DO SOMETHING ELSE
[IDK man it's your prompt now]
WHERE: Various places in/around/on the way back from bars, but any city, really!
WHEN: Let's say for the couple of weeks of October
WHAT: A useless drunk doing what he does best
WARNINGS: dazai is at all times ready to talk about suicide
>APPROACH THE USELESS DRUNK
[Which bar is this, exactly? Look, it doesn't matter. The only important quality for it to have is that it is at least somewhat clean, fairly quiet, and serves alcohol. And at the bar there is a young man with a glass of whiskey at his elbow and a tongue between his teeth, building a veritable mansion of cards.
Seriously, he must've been at it a while. There's at least three decks in this thing. He's also talking to the bar tender who appears to be ignoring him.]
Ah, how about this? If I get up to two hundred cards in this, you become so impressed that my drinks are on the on house? How's that?
>BE APPROACHED BY A USELESS DRUNK
[It's still a bar, somewhere! But now that guy, you know, the one who is definitely several drinks into his night, he was spinning idly on his bar stool while bothering the poor bartender with nagging complaints the government is coming your way. He must've gotten bored and is looking for a new place to be a nuisance.
But he's scooting over to a seat near you; across if you happen to be at a table, next to if you are at the bar. He slips his chin into his hands, smiling with what appears to be a sly, cheerful interest.]
What's your opinion, then? Is American government doing enough to make up for their "accidental" kidnappings? I'm a little amazed that they're so rude they haven't even offered a lifetime supply of whiskey.
>DO SOMETHING ELSE
[IDK man it's your prompt now]
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[Hermes was just planning on sitting at the table and nursing a beer or two, but she can't help but be a little impressed by both this guy's growing card mansion, even while drinking, and his complete inability to get the hint that the bartender wants him to shut up.]
...Maybe. I'll put like a dollar towards it.
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Don't be like that, this is deeeeffinitely worth at least another drink, right?
[He gestures at his mansion, coming dangerously close to knocking it to the floor, but just misses glancing the edge of it by a few millimeters.]
Riight?
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[Actually, compared to where she was before, she's got a job AND she's getting cash for just being here, so... yeah. But she'd still rather use it herself.]
You're about to knock it over yourself anyway, come on.
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[He sighs dramatically, accepts the hopelessness, and goes back to slowly stacking cards.
But a few seconds later he perks up and turns back.]
Oh! How about this! For a drink I'll let you knock it over!
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[That said, though... it would be kind of satisfying to knock it over herself.]
...But yeah, fine, you have a deal. Here, give me a card.
[She holds out her hand for one off the top of the deck.]
Finish building it and I'll knock it over, but I want a card first.
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I want to hate you on principal for this waste of time, but honestly I'm too impressed.
1/2
Impressed enough to--
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and blinks.
Is this a horse wearing clothes.
does he have hands???]
Ah.
...maybe I don't need to drink more.