CHULANE
It was awesome that people actually came. I didn't need the buzz from alcohol to feel a simple happiness that came from friends arriving, from spending time with people who weren't my landlord, or the cook. I hoped that those who were attending got the same simple pleasure, that they would participate and enjoy their time letting the alcohol soak in, soften and heighten the good feels.
"Whatever you're serving," I say to Weaver as she asks after a drink, before my attention is snagged by the arrival of another, winks and smirks and all. "Kia, glad you could come!" I say with genuine joy, extending a long arm to gently embrace her shoulders in greeting, resisting the urge to press a kiss against her forehead - the crush I had on her was developing into something more real within me every day, but the old-fashioned Earth-boy within me was still too shy, too bashful and afraid of public rejection to begin with open public displays of affection.
"I don't usually, no," I conceded, before reaching back to grab the shot that Weaver had poured, handing one to Kia as well. "But, drinking games usually require drinking." I raise my glass to her, before downing the shot, and realising with sudden clarity why it was called The Gutpunch. I take a deep gasp for air as I put the empty glass down, smiling broadly. God damn, but alcohol was a bitch sometimes.
"First game!" I announce after Weaver's words. "It's a pretty simple one - count to 21, everyone counting up one number at a time. If you hesitate, you drink! If you miss a number, you drink! If you are the person to say 21, you drink!" I grab a glass of cider, something still alcoholic but a bit softer than the shots, before deciding to get the game rolling. "ONE!" I shout with a laugh, before pointing randomly across the room for the next person to count.
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Ayeee thank you so much everyone for posting <333
Post order is a lie! Go nuts!
"Whatever you're serving," I say to Weaver as she asks after a drink, before my attention is snagged by the arrival of another, winks and smirks and all. "Kia, glad you could come!" I say with genuine joy, extending a long arm to gently embrace her shoulders in greeting, resisting the urge to press a kiss against her forehead - the crush I had on her was developing into something more real within me every day, but the old-fashioned Earth-boy within me was still too shy, too bashful and afraid of public rejection to begin with open public displays of affection.
"I don't usually, no," I conceded, before reaching back to grab the shot that Weaver had poured, handing one to Kia as well. "But, drinking games usually require drinking." I raise my glass to her, before downing the shot, and realising with sudden clarity why it was called The Gutpunch. I take a deep gasp for air as I put the empty glass down, smiling broadly. God damn, but alcohol was a bitch sometimes.
"First game!" I announce after Weaver's words. "It's a pretty simple one - count to 21, everyone counting up one number at a time. If you hesitate, you drink! If you miss a number, you drink! If you are the person to say 21, you drink!" I grab a glass of cider, something still alcoholic but a bit softer than the shots, before deciding to get the game rolling. "ONE!" I shout with a laugh, before pointing randomly across the room for the next person to count.
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Ayeee thank you so much everyone for posting <333
Post order is a lie! Go nuts!
Freedom is secured not by the fulfilling of one's desires
but by the removal of desire
but by the removal of desire
