[OPEN] it’s brash, just don’t go

[fursuit]

WHO: Tezcatlipoca and YOU!!
WHAT: A night out at the city's worst bar—This is a mingle for everyone to join in on!
WHERE: 12 Steps Down
WHEN: Roughly a week after returning to the base
WARNINGS: Drinking, potentially heavy drinking, drinking-related rowdiness... etc

12 STEPS DOWN

" Nobody really makes a clear-minded decision to visit 12 Steps Down. Instead, the place is a siren that calls to people after three to seven drinks, promising delight and delivering destruction. After a certain point in the night, if you are within a mile’s radius of the bar, you are in the danger zone. "

Tucked into an alley of Tokyo is an unassuming, almost nondescript door, if not for the bright, neon sign above it. It’s more than twelve steps, but head down a narrow staircase and you’ll find a small, dimly lit bar. The décor is eclectic to the point that it feels like a hodge-podge of the failed bars that came before it that they didn’t bother to redecorate, the bathroom stalls have shower curtains instead of doors, and the drinks are some of the cheapest you’ll find in town. And for most, that’s the charm.

( slightly more information here )

REST (?) & RELAXATION (???)

After a particularly difficult and unusual kaiju battle, Tezcatlipoca has taken it upon himself to offer a chance for rest. The problem is, it’s his idea of it for this group, which means he thinks his fellow Outsiders need a chance to let loose. So, after talking to the owner of the bar he’s worked at since he arrived, he’s arranged for a night all for themselves. Outsiders only, and the bar is open.

A message is sent out on the network to that effect and includes the address, but this is also an opportunity to make new friends, since it is not a big bar. There’s scarcely a corner for even the wallflowers to fade into the background, so, hey. Might as well hang out at a high-top with your fellow Outsiders and commiserate on the events. Or maybe just take a night to truly not think about it at all.

Throughout the night, you might find some extra activities, in case they’re needed. With every drink you try, you’ll get handed a raffle ticket for crapple—that is, a “crap raffle”. Try your luck and see what you could win! Are you interested in battleshots? Grab a partner (or get forced into it by Tezcatlipoca), and try and sink their battleship. Or, later in the night if you’re especially brave, Tezcatlipoca will shoo everyone out of a corner to set up karaoke. The lyrics show up on your implant, so it’s extra convenient!

Relax if you want. Get rowdy if you want. What happens here stays here, at least in Tezcatlipoca’s opinion.

© tessisamess

Comments

crapple drawings

[fursuit]

Did your character get a drink? Comment here to see if they win something from the crapple!

[gorb]

1 ( one ) terrible prize pls.

[photosympathies]

+ 1

(✿◠‿◠)

[gimu]

drinking with lady luck (a mahjong auntie)

[likemybooks]

will this drink be worth it

tezcatlipoca ; fate/grand order ; brimstone

[fursuit]

one. Welcome

[ Some bars like this have bouncers to make sure you're cool to come in, but tonight? It's just Tezcatlipoca, since he's serious about it being a night only for Outsiders. Some of the regulars get turned away with a cheeky smile, but if you're a fellow Outsider, he beckons you down the stairs. ]

Yeah, come on in. Leave all your troubles at the door and all that good stuff.

[ Though. He does also wonder, considering how many of the Outsiders are the goody-goody types... ]

I ain't gonna stop you, but just a quick question first. You a serious drinker?

two. Tending Bar

[ Once it seems like everyone that would be interested in coming has arrived, Tezcatlipoca scoots behind the bar to start helping tend it. He's not going to make you anything fancy—this just isn't that kind of place—but he'll pour you something good. Well, "good" is a little subjective, but. It'll get the job done, whatever job needs doing!

But maybe you're lingering at the bar a little as everyone is having their fun, and Tezcatlipoca slides in. If you look sober, he sets down a shot, and if you look less-than-sober, it's a glass of water instead. ]

Well? How's the night goin' for ya?

three. Wildcard

[ The ever reliable wildcard option. Tezcatlipoca will be around all night (obviously), and participating in the various activities as he works! He doesn't drink himself tonight, so if you overdo it, he'll also be around to help you out. He will, in fact, hold your hair. Feel free to hit me up with whatever! ]

ONE.

[gimu]

[ the night is the youngest thing here, it seems like, as one of the folk who shuffles up to this nondescript place looks like he’s lived through at least two lifetimes and a couple of calamities while he was at it. Choso looks like shit, which is really saying something as he always kinda looks a little off-colour, but there’s a weird sort of vitality to the eyes set deep in his waxy fuckin face. ]

I do take drinking very seriously, thank you. [ ?? ]

1

[intertwinedfates]

[From the moment Yato gets through the door, he makes a beeline for the bar and slides his baleful butt onto a stool, looking surprisingly perky for everything that's happened. Although his eyes don't have the same sparkle, being darker and red-rimmed from the lack of sleep as he's been trying to help everybody recovering from the latest ordeal.

Patting his hand on the bar, he slouches over it towards Tezca, lopsided grin already in place despite not having had a single drink yet.]

Damn right! Hit me with it, barkeep, and keep 'em coming!

WILDCARD!!! You KNOW what time it is

[zauneyete]

[ He does him one favor, he arrives early. The are probably a few people milling about, the early arrivals, but for the most part, the party isn't in full swing at all. That's fine, this is really between him and Tezcatlipoca. The only reason he's doing it now is because Tezca won't expect it.

But he had to know it's coming.

You see, the moment he was off the painkillers, he saw what Tezcatlipoca did. "I'm the best kind of person to tell secrets to," his ass.

He leans on the bar, like it's any other night. Lifts a finger like it's any other night. Tezcatlipoca knows his usual, and he's not doing this without a drink. Or two. Does he have his flask? Yes, don't worry about it. ]

Having fun already?

[ He asks, all innocence. ]

two

[immortalpoet]

[It's...hard to tell if Vergilius is actually sober or not, here, but he certainly is nursing a glass of something strong, by the looks of it.]

[He looks over at the god, red eyes faintly glimmering with faint disgruntlement.]

It's fine. A night like any other. You?

( one )

[powderkegs]

[ jinx musters up her strongest drunkest accent, the kind she's used to hearing all around the last drop. the change of management didn't change the way drunkards behaved. she waves her fingers in a slapdash fashion before slapping the counter. ]

Who d'you think yoooou're talking to?

I'll have your finest drink.

two

[nutkick]

[ he's not entirely sober, but he's certainly not drunk either. a healthy balance of someone who is enjoying a drink at a reasonable pace, which is admirable. make sure to praise him. there’s a small, lopsided grin playing on his lips, one that comes and goes, faint and fleeting, like he’s genuinely impressed with his own train of thought. hear him out, this is a good one- ]

I was wondering ... since I can heal by drinking blood ... you think I can get super drunk, then drink some blood, and then magically go back to normal?

[ okay, maybe he's a bit tipsy to come up with this one. denji swirls the drink lazily in his hand, eyes half-lidded and glass catching the light as it tilts with each slow, thoughtful rotation. his posture is loose, settled deep into the seat like he’s melting into it— shoulders relaxed, legs stretched out. ]

I can enjoy drinking and its perks ... without any consequences?!! Amazing ...

1

[followyourstar]

[Are they that out of place, even with the disguise up? Or is it something he's asking anyone that isn't a regular who drops by?]

Oh, uh... No. No, not really. I just wanted a change of scenery is all. Is that okay?

Yato | Noragami | Everlight

[intertwinedfates]

🍺 1. Drunk As A Skunk

[After losing Hiyori to the rift, this is exactly what Yato needed: the chance to drown his stress and guilt in alcohol and snacks. Mostly the alcohol, but you know. Gotta at least make a show of trying not to get completely plastered. Which he already is, not even half an hour into his visit. He's been lining up the various drinks and knocking them back, heedless of the cost or repercussions that'll fall upon him tomorrow after he wakes up.

For now, though, he's having fun stacking his empty beer cans in front of himself on the counter, building an increasingly impressive pyramid, and that in between having shots of saké as he alternates between the two alcohol types. He's really getting hammered tonight...]

Reminds you of Iraq, doesn't it?

[It does not, but he's still feeling guilty that all this happened because they couldn't protect Ereshkigal back there. Because she got knocked into a rift and now has to bear the guilt of everything.]

🎤 2. Karaoke

[Once he's wobbly on his feet, Yato takes to the stage to try his hand at some karaoke, something that might make others flinch with worry that he's going to suck major ass, but surprisingly, he's not bad?? Apparently he's the sort who gets better the less hard he tries.

Eventually though, he stumbles towards the nearest Outsider and grabs them by the hand, intent on dragging them up with him for a duet. Hope you've got your singing chops ready, because tonight, you're a star, too!]

🕺 3. Dance Party

[When it's not his turn to belt out a good one, Yato can be found grooving on the dance floor. He's... not as good a dancer, sadly, being about thirty years behind the times. But still! Classics never go out of style, right? So you might get roped into the hokey-pokey or the bunny hop, or even a slow dance where he's got a hand on your hip that keeps sliding down from all the alcohol.]

Hehe, this is fun, ain't it~?

🃏 4. Wild Card

[Want to find Yato curled up under a table or snoozing in the loo? Feel free! Anything you can think of is all good!]

wildcard.

[photosympathies]

( He finds Yato easily, pressing a drink into his hand with a tired but firm little smile. )

I kind of miss the cowboy-ghost costume. That was a good party, right?

( His own drink, tipped into his mouth, a steady swallow. )

How are you doing, Yato?

1/wildcard.

[wwtd]

[ this isn't like her.

going out to a bar to get sloshed? she'd rather go to the gym to work out or go for a long, strenuous jog. then, take a shower, then, pass out in bed.

or have yato distract her with something or another.

but he’s away… and working out doesn’t work anymore. so, she takes a page from everyone else's book and sits at the corner seat of a bar. the nurse nurses drink after drink of something sweet and fruity and probably way too expensive.

until her vision blurs. until her head sinks into her folded arms on the bar. hiccuping, now and then. she thinks she hears a familiar voice and lifts her head sluggishly, peering around.

someone is speaking to her? iraq? what? ]

Iraq, you... you stranger danger...

[ thump. her head is going back in her arms. ]

Uuugh.

[ she mumbles into the crook of her elbow, between forearm and bicep. something about capybaras and luck. maybe both. ]

Raidou Kuzunoha XIV | Devil Summoner | Everlight

[the_fourteenth]

[Raidou is here, as much as a surprise to himself as to everyone else. He'd rather not be here. Or anywhere. Can he throw the switch on existing, just for a week or two?

That's not an option, but he was coerced into coming here. So if he's going to have to be here, he's going to get some wine while he's at it. He's never been to a bar before, since he's too young yet, so at least that's a new experience.

The thing is, despite all his strength, Raidou is quite the lightweight. Throw a depressant on top of an already depressed and exhausted teenager, this is going to act fast on him.

Raidou is sat at a small table in the corner, as far away from everyone he can get. For those who haven't seen him since the Underworld, he sports a new scar across his face, running from under one eye to the other. He doesn't join the others, he doesn't bother with the raffle or battleshots, and he sure as hell isn't going to karaoke.

You can sit next to him, but it'll end up one of two ways. If he doesn't know you well, you might have to do some extra poking and prodding in order to get him to talk at all. He sips his drink, face lightly flushed and expression grimly flat. He simply shakes or nodding his head, or gesturing in response to any questions.

Or, if you are someone he knows well... The longer you sit next to him, the closer he scoots over, inch by inch, until he's against you. Eventually, leaning in, first his shoulder, and then his head against yours, or your shoulder. He says nothing.]

[gimu]

[ it doesn’t take long for Choso to meander over to his Summoner’s side, some bright little drink in hand. it’s almost— no, it is a natural thing to settle into the seat right next to him, chairlegs scraping as he scooches in closer til there’s nothing less than a danger of tangling chairs.

the drink smells fruity, coconut and mango, maybe pineapple. ]

Do you like peenya-koradas, Raidou?

[kidobutai]

Hm~?

[Though her tails are currently hidden, they would still be waving behind Akagi in clear amusement as Raidou silently sat close to her. She wanted him to say the first thing, but clearly he prefered actions over words.

That's fine, the fox thought it was cute.]

Ara, you're far more forward than I originally took you for, boy~.

[She would tease, nudging him with her shoulder as she giggled into her glass.]

geto suguru ( jujutsu kaisen / brimstone )

[gorb]

oo1. arrival

( For a man who just had some ( most ) of his skin flayed off, Geto arrives in good spirits, skin a little shiny in places what with it being newly healed. Because this has been a long time coming, he's been very well behaved lately, and he's deserving of letting down some of his self-imposed responsibility. He's even brought Gojo with him, because he is not staying sober, and his best friend owes him a piggyback ride back. Don't worry about it. Still he peels off to the bar immediately, the stool creaking under him. )

Shots. At least five of them.

( A bright, beaming smile. Let's go. )

oo2. wildcard.

( He's here to drink, but honestly you can try and get him to join you in some shenanigans. He might. Depending on his level of drunk. Or he might just hang out where there's booze and he can people watch without having to worry about possessed people or feelings. He's getting white girl wasted. It's going to be fun. He promises to not call anyone any names. Please feel free to hit me up at qingya or sadgaydna on discord if you want to check anything but I'm down to clown. Stop him tripping over his own feet, maybe. )

vash the stampede ( trigun: stampede / everlight )

[photosympathies]

( He fully intends to vanish into the ether the minute they're back at base - some base kind of embarrassment and shame that he knows well, the thing that often makes him turn tail and run. Except, Yato drags him out, and Vash doesn't exactly want to leave his friend on his own. So he's here, empty sleeve knotted at his side, glasses firmly on his face, nursing a whiskey. Would drinking help? Maybe. Maybe not.

He downs it neatly in the next second, hailing the attention of the bartender. Then another one is ordered, and Vash gives the person beside him a nervous little glance, tries to plaster a smile on his face as he offers up -. ) I think we could all use something like this after the time we've just had, huh? Can I get you one?

( They're free, but maybe it's a tentative offer for company either way. )

wildcard

( Hit me with whatever!! Or if you want you can plot with me at qingya or sadgaydna on discord. )

[gimu]

[ Choso remembers this one, bright hair and brighter eyes, a spot of colour under aquarium lighting backlit by ocean blue. maybe it’s why he sidles up at the bar, and why he meets that curiously nervous look with that Choso hopes is a reassuring smile.

it… it’s… look, some things take practice. ]

Yes. Whatever you think is delicious.

Donatello | Rise of the TMNT | Redemption cw: underaged drinking implied

[soft_shelled]

Lost:
[He had just gone for a walk in Tokyo, since he had gotten his replacement arm done, he felt like he needed the air? But alas, a side effect of the arm is his sense of direction is fucked up. So that's what brought the disguised turtle to 12 Steps Down.

That and maybe seeing some other Outsiders go inside, so inside he goes. Totally unaware of the invite that Outsiders had.

And regret when he realizes it's a bar.]

Can um, I just have a soda? [Asking kind of quietly at the bar. Yes he's one of those, as his left arm twitches a bit from him still adjusting to the implant.]

Karaoke:
[Donnie doesn't need the liquid courage to partake in singing, but he might have had a few by the time it's rolled out.

He's not bad at it, but he's not good either. Someone stop him.]

Wildcard:
[Hit me with anything else. Or we can plan something. Whatever.]

Akagi | Azur Lane | Brimstone

[kidobutai]

[Akagi is fine with the occasional, cheap drink in a relatively shady bar. It's something to lighten the mood and whatever weight she might have had on her shoulders. A place to let herself down, relax, let her inhibitions and guard down ever so slightly. Not that she really had any worries to speak of thus far, outside of wondering how her dear Shikikan-sama back home is faring.

So long as the drinks are strong, and the company is good, then the fox is fine.

No, if anything, the fox is still running high from recent events. Oh, how she enjoyed letting her fiery passion surge forth; passion, anger, her feelings of love and lust and desire for blood, destruction, something akin to a challenge, and carnage~!

It was enough to get her heart racing!

Akagi-sama would drink hard, party hard, sing her heart out at karaoke, shamelessly flirt with anyone at the bar, and generally be as alive as she can in the moment. Drinking to her heart's content and enjoy herself an evening of fun and decadence where she can.

Where will the night take her and whoever she decides to saddle herself with?

Who knows, and really, isn't that all part of the fun?]

[harboredfeelings]

[ Kaga is far, far less keen on the venue than Akagi is. Whilst she may have found previous parties held by Outsiders to be overly stuffy affairs far too invocative of the balls and political gatherings back home, at least there was some measure of... class to the proceedings. This? This is a hole. Completely unsuitable for the likes of Akagi Nee-sama and Kaga, it's the kind of place the First Carrier Division should be burning off the map...!

But Akagi wanted to come so of course Kaga is at her side as is her proper place. Despite her fondness for alcohol Kaga refrains from drinking, considering the swill here to be even further beneath her than the usual disappointing offerings found in Neo Tokyo. Smoking isn't frowned upon at least, so Kaga takes full advantage of that fact to enjoy the usage of her recently acquired kiseru pipe. A pipe Akagi might recognize as having belonged to a certain Sukuna. How curious.

Kaga takes a long draw off the pipe before blowing a ring of smoke off into the air, watching it drift away with mild interest. Once it dissipates into the general haze above the bar she lets out a sigh. ]

I'm surprised you seem to be enjoying this place, Nee-sama. It feels almost like a bar someone would have the bad fortune to find while lost in the Eagle Union...

[ Said with pinned ears and a wary glance around. She sees... SEVERAL people she would really like to be far away from here. Creator, save her. ]

Archer (Billy the Kid) | FGO | Everlight

[21towin]

I - Just Hanging

[Billy is most decidedly NOT drinking anything alcoholic. That's not him at all. He doesn't like the taste of it. He doesn't like the feeling he gets from it.

He doesn't like how it dulls his mind. Slows him. Ruins his control.

Makes him more of an easy target.

No, instead he sat back and off to the side, sipping on some coke and playing into the whole "mystery man with no name" angle. Because why not? It's not like he's actually told anyone his true name as of yet, and was likely not planning on doing so anytime soon.

It made things more fun that way.

Besides, it wasn't as if he was being completely mysterious about it. Just... cautious.

Still, those who saddled up next to him would be greeted with his usual, bright, and infectious smile and warm, blue-grey eyes. It's a mask, but a welcoming one that would invite anyone who wanted to pull up a chair and spend time with him.]

[WILDCARD]

[ooc; feel free to take this however you want, wherever you want! stay in the bar... or maybe even... ufufu~.]

I

[likemybooks]

[Taryon has read too many books about mysterious strangers hanging out in taverns with a secret past not to be drawn to the guy in the corner. The drinks here aren't anything special, the bar isn't to his taste, and the best thing here is the company (though it would be far more fun with his boyfriend).

He slides up next to Billy while swiling his half-drunken glass of white wine.] Quite an adventure we had back there, am I right?

[It's imperative that he looks as cool as his new acquaintance: Taryon has smoothed out his neon jacket, which he displays as he rests an elbow on the counter, tilting his head just enough to have a few locks of his hair dangle.]

I don't believe we've properly met. I'm Taryon Darrington. Redemption, the one who brought back Ereshkigal.

[Yes, he will not ever let go of getting in the final action on the boss battle.]