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maskormenacelogs2019-03-16 03:16 pm
forkingbullshirt) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-03-16 03:16 pm
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WHO: Eleanor Shellstrop and anyone else who wants to get forking drunk (or life coached)
WHERE: Pour Decisions (and her office)
WHEN: March 15/16
WHAT: Eleanor is being a forking responsible adult
WARNINGS: drinking and general trashiness
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[She had lost track of how many shots she already had downed but it didn't matter. It was St. Patrick's Day weekend so she was wearing her greenest dress and getting forking shirtfaced.
She slammed her shot glass upside down the bar with a grin, not close to tapping out.]
Hit me again! And another for this forker.
[She said with a vague gesture to whoever had the misfortune of sitting beside her right then.]
closed to Chloe.
[Eleanor liked to think that she was good at her job. No one complained -at least to her face- and she wasn't selling fake medicine to seniors so she was pretty forking proud of herself.
That wasn't to say she wasn't tempted to fall back into old habits. She was so tempted to cancel the last of her appointments for the day and get celebrating St. Patrick's Day early. But no, she was a professional and she was responsible so she pulled out the paperwork for her next appointment, proud of herself for staying.
She looked up with a smile as the door opened, ready to focus.]
Hi there, you must be Chloe. Have a seat and tell me why you're here.
WHERE: Pour Decisions (and her office)
WHEN: March 15/16
WHAT: Eleanor is being a forking responsible adult
WARNINGS: drinking and general trashiness
open.
[She had lost track of how many shots she already had downed but it didn't matter. It was St. Patrick's Day weekend so she was wearing her greenest dress and getting forking shirtfaced.
She slammed her shot glass upside down the bar with a grin, not close to tapping out.]
Hit me again! And another for this forker.
[She said with a vague gesture to whoever had the misfortune of sitting beside her right then.]
closed to Chloe.
[Eleanor liked to think that she was good at her job. No one complained -at least to her face- and she wasn't selling fake medicine to seniors so she was pretty forking proud of herself.
That wasn't to say she wasn't tempted to fall back into old habits. She was so tempted to cancel the last of her appointments for the day and get celebrating St. Patrick's Day early. But no, she was a professional and she was responsible so she pulled out the paperwork for her next appointment, proud of herself for staying.
She looked up with a smile as the door opened, ready to focus.]
Hi there, you must be Chloe. Have a seat and tell me why you're here.
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"Give us double shots- keep them coming," she told the bartender, shoving some his way and taking some for herself. "So what's your name? I'm Eleanor."
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"I'm Grog Strongjaw, of Whitestone." He chuckled, reminded for a moment of Tiberius. He missed that contrary idiot. He missed his friends, all of them.