now listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate

[bloodisthicker]

[Another week, another murder, another absolute shitshow. Tarrlok kind of just wants to lock himself in his room for a while, but... well, he volunteered. So... it's definitely going to be much later in the day before a note advising everyone to meet up in the bar for some comfort food is slipped under everyone's door.

At least Tarrlok didn't have to take care of everything alone, though; while he spent most of the time cooking by himself, Speedwagon and Yosuke helped take some delicious pork buns up to set them out across the bar so that everyone could drown their sorrows in stuffing their faces. And, you know, alcohol, maybe that too. There's also some vegetarian stir fry for people who don't like pork, too, of course.

There isn't an official bartender to start out with, but there is live entertainment courtesy of Yosuke, who's strumming his guitar over in the corner there.

Hopefully someone will step up, because lord knows everyone in the Vault needs a drink right now.]

Comments

[isafraid]

It's a bloody, twisted mess of a thing, desire like that. I can't claim to understand it, myself.

[Would they even be able to if they tried? It wasn't such that he wanted to just condemn the man, the trial had just stretched on for so long. In the end, it hit harder then the rest.

He took a drink, bigger then the last.]

I've been thinking it over, about the things that "Norma" said to everyone. Frankly, it's all a load of crap.

[cherryblooded]

Don't even know where to begin with how wrong she was. Lost my temper then, might lose it again now.

[isafraid]

Alright, easy now. [He raises a glass.] None of us need any more trouble this night.

[cherryblooded]

[Yeah, he's definitely taking another sip of his drink.]

Sorry. I'll stay under control, promise.