ST. PATRICK'S DAY DRINKING CONTEST [HUMAN AU - TITLE PRIZE INVOLVED]

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]It was St. Paddy's Day. Thank God it was Friday too. They never could have gone out to drink on a work night. And as much as Ophelia adored her corporate job, the office was no place for games and frivolity. But many of her like-minded colleagues who liked to spend the holiday with a good, stiff drink had agreed to meet her down at the local bar.


    Everyone ought to drink on St. Patrick's Day, and drinking was a social activity - you simply couldn't do it alone. Dressed in her green wool coat - rather appropriate for the occasion - the fair-haired woman was sitting on a dark stool in the bar, her pale fingers tapping lazily against the wooden counter as she sipped from her first drink of the night. She was ready to drink her weight in shots. Was that dangerous? Ophelia wasn't concerned. St. Patrick's Day wasn't the time for reservations or caution.


    OOC | Basically, this is also a chance for your character to win the Adventurer title. To win the title, you must be the first participant to make ten posts on this thread. Please do not double-post, and one-liners do not count (each post must be at least one paragraph). Your character does not have to be drinking in ALL of those ten posts lol!
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    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Vine slid into the seat next to Ophelia, snapping his fingers for the bartender. The dark haired male ordered - just a beer - and turned to face Ophelia as the bartender got his drink. He scratched his stubble, before smiling a straight-toothed smile. "Fancy meeting you here, Ophelia," he joked, before turning to face the bartender and thanking him. He popped the cap off his beer and took a drink. When a NPC friend of his came up to pinch him, because like usual he was wearing all black and no green, he turned and smiled semi-sweetly at the other male. "Pinch me and I'll fucking punch you!" he said in an overly-happy tone.



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    Well, it was St. Paddy's Day. One might be surprised to see a 12-year-old, dressed in a navy-blue suit with red Converses and tie, a white-button-down shirt, navy suspenders, and a gold badge reading 63, sliding into the bar. Her hair was tousled, her tie to one side. Sticks were in her hair, on her suit. She was a mess. "Juice for me. Fruit punch. Make it as alcoholic as you can make it." Normally she ordered a water, but not today, nope. The girl buried her head in her hands, sighing.

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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Alcohol... wasn't really Pierce's thing. He disliked the flavor, and disliked the feeling it gave him if he drank too much and with him, too much was pretty much two glasses of beer. Still, it was St. Patrick's day, and his friend wanted to drink. Who knew? Maybe he'd meet some new people. So, he had agreed to be the driver. Perhaps not his best choice, since now his friend was already drunk and off doing god knows what, but he was stuck there. Twirling his straw in his water, the young man sighed. He was barely old enough to be there, really - he had just turned twenty one a month or so ago. Still, there he was.


    He glanced to the side, sandy hair falling into his eyes. He should really get that cut, shouldn't he? I'll look into it, he thought, though he knew it would never happen. The blond would probably be better off lopping some off on his own. Bright gaze shifting around the bar, he sighed gently and resumed the stirring of his drink. Hopefully someone would talk to him.


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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 375px;][font=andale mono][align=justify]Edward wasn't much one for parties. Typically he preferred to stay home where it was quiet and he couldn't make a fool of himself. Not to mention Ed didn't fancy himself much of a drinker either. So, why had he even bothered to head down to the bar anyway? It was loud, busy, and the only thing to really do was drink. The answer was simple - Ophelia had mentioned it at work, so he had, of course, shown up. He had held a unique fondness for Ophelia for months, though he had never gathered up the nerve to make a move. Perhaps he had been hoping, somewhere, that a little alcohol and a more casual setting would help him out, though it was honestly unlikely.


    Nevertheless, there he was, leaning up against the counter with a beer in front of him, barely touched. A bit further down, he spied Ophelia with another guy. Great. Taking a sip from his mug, he turned his attention to Pierce. It was a little bit of a sad sight - the blond guy looked depressed and lonely, not to mention he wasn't even drinking a real drink.


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Is it?" Ophelia turned, her red mouth pulling back in a faint smirk as she looked back at him. They (the employees from the office) had all made plans to meet at this very bar around this very hour, but she could see that Vine was teasing. Her fair brow rose when she noticed a child walking in. Alcoholic juice? "I hope you brought some ID with you, kid," she quipped. The bartender certainly wasn't going to serve children alcohol - in fact, Ophelia still couldn't believe such a young kid managed to get past the security guard outside. Geez, what kind of bar had they chosen?


    Oh right. She had picked it. Her pale gaze moving elsewhere, they brightened when she noticed Ed. "Did you sneak in? I hardly even noticed you," she remarked. "C'mon - sit closer. I want to start up a drinking game." She then noticed the stranger Ed seemed to have been watching - some young, blonde kid. He looked legal - more legal than the little girl who had wandered in, asking for juice. "Wanna join us, stranger?" Ophelia could be generous when she was drunk. When she was sober, she was far less genuine. She was corporate for a reason.
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    [font=georgia]One of Ophelia's colleagues, Aleksei Nevsky, had also taken the invitation to head to the bar. How could a Russian resist it, anyways? Perhaps he was playing too hard to the stereotype, but Aleksei was a hard-drinking Russian no matter what. Oh, and Mie said he might show up as well, so might as well, right?


    Nevsky settled down on one of the bar stools next to Ophelia, who appeared to be one of the few office people there at the moment, and leaned easily against the counter with an elbow. He caught the bar tender's attention and ordered what would be the first of many glasses of straight vodka. As he waited for the bar tender to prepare the drink, he glanced down the length of the bar, assessing the people present, but his brows drew together as he saw what appeared to be a kid at the place. However, the arrival of his vodka distracted him enough for him to not comment on it.


    Ah well, he would probs wait for Mie before he did anything. He tipped back his glass and drained about half of it in a go.


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    The bartender gave her a strange look and plunked down a Schmumbers fruit punch juice box. Of course, this was after she had flashed them her ID. "Odd Squad. Official government agency." With that she took a sip. "Normally I don't deal with adults. Not in my agency. But I'm a boss, I had a rough day." She plucked a stick out of her hair.

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    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]The male raised a thick eyebrow at the child, before turning back around and rubbing his hands together. "So, what drinking game you got for us today, boss?" he asked, once again just teasing. The dark haired man took another drink of beer, before looking a the bottle. He then shrugged and tipped his head back, drinking the rest of the beer in one go. Vine burped loudly, before shifting in his seat so he could look at everybody present.


    //btw guys his faceclaim is Colin O'Donoghue c;



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    She snapped her fingers. A bartender with a huge red bow in her hair appeared and smiled at her. She knew Olive was a regular here. "I got one: Can This Fruit Talk?" She stretched. "If I pull out a fruit and it talks you all take a shot. See, my Co-boss would have come too if he wasn't slugging espressos." She rolled her eyes when he burped. Honestly, how rude, she thought.

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    /IM SCREAMING BC I LITERALLY SAW VINE AS COLIN WHEN I FIRST SAW HIS JOINING THREAD


    He was the best Russian, to be honest. Upon hearing about a office pub visit, the Slav was stoked. Hell, the fuck even managed to arrive a little early and snagged a few drinks before the others began showing. But where was he now? Why wasn't he noticed? Naturally, he paid a visit to the bathroom to take a leak and to scrawl Dennis's phone number on the bathroom stall door. The seal physiqued fuck needed a call from a drunk and horny strange once in a while, so Mie decided to help his friend.


    He exited the restroom with a smirk on his face that only widened upon spotting the crew. He gave up his old seat and chose to snag the seat next to his boy Aleks. "Hell, if we're gonna start a drinking game, might as well move to a table right? The barside seating sucks literal dick," the tad tipsy young man would remark, and what fun would a game be if once couldn't watch the reactions of others?
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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce smiled at Edward as the older man watched him, but soon looked away. They didn't know each other well, and prolonged eye contact look would be weird. He was then beckoned away by Ophelia anyway, causing the younger of the two to frown to himself. It was oddly lonely, wasn't it? He thought he would have some sort of a good timez hearing the woman's voice, though, Pierce glanced up. Oh, she was talking to him.


    A... drinking game? Didn't that involve drinking? Whenever he drank, he ended up getting drunk way too quickly. Still, everyone else was joining in, and he would probably seem weird if he didn't. His eyes were drawn to Vine, and his eyebrows rose. Now that was a good-looking man. Pierce nodded. Maybe if he drank too much, although he hated the feeling, it would be easier to open up to him. Like anything would come out of it. "Oh yeah, sure," he managed, coming closer. The attractive man soon let out a burp, causing Pierce to recoil. Looks aren't everything, he reminded himself, offering a weak smile. Well, he'd find someone to talk to.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel wasn't a heavy drinker, and he knew little enough about St. Patrick's day except that it involved the Irish and the color green (and maybe leprechauns? The details got hazy at that point) but he'd figured he would join his colleagues at the bar. God only knew that he could use some time to unwind, and although it was odd to see anyone from the office outside of work, he had high hopes for the evening.


    He'd gotten a lite beer, the sort of thing his family had always turned their noses up at. ("It's not beer if it's lite," he could practically hear his uncle say.) His seat was near Olive's, and he was staring at her with a sort of fascination. Odd Squad? Government agency? Talking fruit? It sounded like she'd already had a bit too much to drink. She really shouldn't be here: who knew what sort of pedophile might be hanging out at the bar? The thought brought a faint twitch to his lips. "Should be home," he told the child, not bothering to pretty up his tone. "Where are your parents?"


    He wasn't part of child services, though, and as Mie spoke, he glanced away from the kid. "Sure," the dark haired man agreed, glancing around the crowded bar. Of course it was full; they weren't the only group who'd decided to celebrate St. Patrick's day atthe bar.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Ophelia could not help but smile when the girl flashed her badge. "Odd Squad"? Well, it certainly was a very odd name. She shifted back in her seat, swivelling around on the chair to look at Vine again. "I'm a sucker for the classics. What do you all think of 'Never Have I Ever'?"


    She grinned at him - all red lips and white teeth. "You don't have any secrets, do you, Vine?" Ophelia huffed when he suddenly burped, looking more amused than offended. "Excuse you." Her pale gaze shifted to Mieczyslaw then as the Russian spoke up in suggestion. "I thought that was you, Mie," she chortled, downing the rest of her drink.


    "But it doesn't look like there are empty tables right now. Beggars can't be choosers. Let's just play." She lifted her fingers, signalling the bartender over. "A round of scotch, please." It wouldn't be fair if some of them were drinking scotch whiskey while others got away with easy beer.


    "Basically, we each take turns, confessing something we've never done before. But if you've done it, you better fess up and take a drink. No boring "never have I ever" by the way. We're all adults here."
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    She took a sip and gazed at Nathaniel. "Dead. Pretty much all agents' parents are dead or missing. Everyone lives alone. The townsfolk don't really mind. They're all just victims. Or enemies."


    Her gaze landed on Sweet next. "Technically I'm a child that acts more like an adult. But whatever. I'm in."

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    [font=georgia]Aleksei couldn't help but offer Mie a grin as he spotted the fellow Russki. He turned towards Ophelia and the others as the conversation turned towards the drinking game. To be honest, he was indifferent as to where they held it. As Nathaniel addressed Oliver, Aleksei found his attention returning to the kid, a slight frown coming across his features again. He wasn't sure if the girl was involved in a very elaborate prank or was indeed serious about the whole thing, considering the weird shit the US government always seemed to be up to.


    "Whatever works," Aleksei answered Ophelia as he drained the rest of the vodka. Never Have I Ever? The drinking game sounded vaguely familiar, but then again, most of the time he played drinking games, he was already well inebriated. The premise of this game, though, as explained by the boss lady, sounded like a good opportunity to embarrass some people. It seemed to be better than Titanic.


    As Olive answered Nathaniel's question, Nevsky couldn't help but let out a small snort of amusement. "Sounds like a sad story," he commented dryly. Thinking about how everything of Olive's story fit together made his head hurt so he just rested his arms on the bar counter and put his head on top as he waited for the game to start. It was good to do something brainless once in a while.

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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce hadn't noticed this kid, but now that everyone was talking to her, it was kind of hard to miss her. What was a middle schooler doing in a bar? Eyebrow arching, the blond listened to her words. Agents, Odd Squad? It was all very strange, like she had come up with it on the spot, but he shrugged. Who was he to judge? He wasn't the most normal person either. Scooting over a seat, he leaned over the bar so he could listen to what the others had to say.


    "Never Have I Ever"? He was fairly sure he had played that game when he was younger - not the drinking version, of course, but it seemed familiar. Sitting silently, Pierce listened silently to his coworkers, not bothering to add anything; if he tried, it'd just end in awkward silence. So, elbows resting on the counter before him, he watched as Ophelia ordered the drinks. This certainly wouldn't end well, but it was too late now - he didn't want to seem like a complete loser in front of everyone else anyway. Who cared if they were barely into the night? He'd be drunk within the next hour, and there was nothing to be done about it; Pierce just didn't have high tolerance for alcohol. "Sounds fun," he commented softly, though didn't say much more for fear of putting the spotlight on himself.

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    [center][fancypost=background: transparent; font-size: 10px; width: 500px; margin-top: -6px;][align=justify]Getting into this event had been no walk in the park. Why was America such a stickler when it came to the drinking age? Back in Korea she'd be able to frequent any bar she wanted, but if she was to stick to American laws she still had to wait another two years. How stupid that she was old enough to qualify for international ESports tournaments but she couldn't even crack open a beer. But whatever, it hadn't been that hard to slip into the bar with a group- but just in case, Hana held her fake ID in hand as she slipped through the door, giving a half-engaged smile toward the overworked bouncer who waved her on mindlessly as he grabbed the IDs of the next in line. The bar was bustling, packed with unfamiliar faces jovial over the chance to get wasted and call it a holiday. Weaving her way through the crowd with relative ease due to her size, Hana made her way toward the main bar, leaning on the elevated wood as she cast her gaze around the room, in search of familiar faces. She knew a company or something of the sort was celebrating Saint Patrick's with each other, and while Hana did not work for them- oh no, she made a living playing StarCraft professionally and streaming League of Legends- but she knew many within the company on a personal level, and had began to meet more of them as she integrated herself unofficially into their ecosystem. Hana approached them first being highly interested in having them as a sponsor, but she quickly grew to like the people within the company too much to simply leave it at business alone. "A wine cooler, please." The Korean requested as the bartender made his way to her. The bartender stopped to stare at her, eyes narrowing in thought briefly before he nodded and turned to the liquor behind the counter- serving minors would fall on the Bouncer, not him, he must have decided.


    The clank of glass on the polished wooden counter signified her drink was ready, reaching forward to snatch it and offering a thanks before turning her attention back to the masses in the bar. Spotting Ophelia, Hana's features lightened as she weaved her way through the crowd her make her way over, lifting up a free hand to wave at them as she approached. "Hey!" Hana greeted as she arrived, dark brown eyes flicking across the crowd that accompanied her. Some she recognized, some she had seen a few times, some were entirely new to her- and was that a child? Hana's eyebrows drew together into a concerned scowl as she lifted the glass to her lips, taking a shallow sip as she took the opportunity to pass curious glances at the others. "That's... not an excuse to drink, though." The Korean spoke slowly, grazing her bottom lip with her teeth. Hana wasn't in a much better position to drink considering she could also be thrown out for being underage, but at least she was out of middle school. "You're, like, twelve. Can your liver even handle alcohol?" Her gaze went down to the juice box- was that even alcoholic? Deciding not to poke at a sleeping bear any further, Hana cleared her throat before grabbing a shot that the bartender that provided, lifting it up slightly as a small toast. "Want a starter shot before we start?" Hana had played a couple rounds of Never Have I Ever before, enough to know what she was doing. It had been a long time since she had played it, though: it'd be nice to loosen up a bit before going straight into it.

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]"Phe, I can assure you I have plenty of secrets." He grinned with that statement, rolling his shoulders to loosen them up a bit. Looking over at Pierce, he realized that the boy had been looking at him before looking away when he burped. Vine winked at him, and then turned back to Ophelia. He took a shot of scotch, deciding to get the game started. "I'll start, if that's alright." Without listening for an answer, the male smirked and said the first question: "Never have I ever had a sexual encounter with someone of the same gender as me." When he said that, he simply took another shot.



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    Great, now everyone was staring at her. "Yep. My parents abandoned me when I was just a baby. So technically, I'm a foster. Who needs parents?" The girl took another sip of her juice box and snapped her fingers twice. "A whole platter of alcoholic fruit punch juice boxes and teas. And if you have a bottle of water plain I'll take that too."


    She turned to Hana. "Does it matter? I'm immortal. Tony, the bouncer out there? He knows me fairly well. Lets me right in with no problem." The female bartender with the big bow set down a whole tray of juice boxes, teas, and set down a bottle of water. Poking her straw in a juice box she took a sip. "My old boss used to come here all the time too. Oprah. Short kid, dark skin? She'd tie all of you in a knot in five seconds." She snickered, taking another sip as soon as she calmed down.


    She didn't take a sip when Vine put out his Never Have I Ever. Ah, he was the brave one. "Mm. All right...Never Have I Ever kissed someone when on the brink of death." With that she slugged one juice box, then another. "Did it twice."

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