[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

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The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.

Comments

[theluckygirl]

Well, she wasn't lying. He was quite attractive but Claire was pretty sure he was also nothing but trouble, which could be a good or bad kind depending on who one talks to that know him. She doesn't mind and she knows he doesn't either so the two can just have a little fun in a place where everyone is far too serious.

"Yeah," Claire agrees, twisting slightly before passing the door to look back and admire the pants he was wearing, too. "Suave hablador.."

Once inside, she sets down her medical bag and slips off her shoes before motioning to the kitchen. "The bottle is in my room. You want to grab a couple glasses?"

[quinientos]

Vasquez would much rather just go up to her room, but he figures that until she invites him, it's not going to be near as much fun, so he might as well work with what he has for right now. Nodding, he follows his orders and takes the glasses down from the cupboard, setting them on the table.

He grabs a chair to sprawl backwards in it, his long limbs strewn in all directions. Without his next cigarette, he works on chewing his lip and thumb, anything that keeps his mouth distracted. "You're sure it's only whiskey and not tequila?" he calls up the stairs to her, teasing.

[theluckygirl]

Oh, she would have liked to do that, too. But she was nowhere near liquored up to do that. Thankfully, the night was young and whatever they wanted to make of it. Once, of course, they had a few drinks.

"Definitely whiskey, but if I ever get some of that you're the first one I'm calling," she says first before she reappears. The bottle had a layer of dust on it which said she was saving it for one such occasion.

Cracking the cap open, she poured them each a healthy amount and slid Vasquez his glass before sitting in the chair a few feet away. She raises her glass.

"To the fact we can drink at all."

[quinientos]

He chuckles to himself at the prospect of being first in line to really enjoy some tequila, because he appreciates this, he really does. When she returns and fills him up, he doesn't say that for him, this will go easily, only because he's so used to drinking shit. He just raises his glass to her, sprawling in his chair and sinking in.

"I've said that more times than I can count," he admits, not really sipping so much as taking a whole gulp before he straightens to set the glass on the table. "Where were you going, before I interrupted you?"

[theluckygirl]

If anyone was going to appreciate a good night of tequila, it would be him. And then she could sit back and do a whole lot of appreciating of him. Definitely a win/win there.

Taking a healthy swallow herself, she leans back and looks at him.

"Back to the hospital first, then here to drink by myself, which isn't a lot of fun. So I'm pretty glad you showed up," she replies.

She takes another drink and grins as she swallows.

"Though just a warning, it's been a while since I drank straight alcohol."

[quinientos]

It hasn't been that long for him and even if it had been, Vasquez is fairly sure that his insides are long ago dead from all the shit he's drank and forced it to deal with, so more whiskey isn't going to hurt at all. "I don't think we're going to have you go to the hospital now, especially if you're bad at drinking."

His eyes are sparkling and he's deliberately prodding at her, mainly because he enjoys it so much, but he wants it, every bit of it.

[theluckygirl]

[ continued elsewhere.. ]