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Who: Anders and Open
Broadcast: Yes (Day after action)
Action: Malum
When: The action takes place a day or so after this happens and the broadcast takes place the next morning

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[It hadn't been his first thought to go to the bar. Not even fourth or fifth, but it had popped up eventually. When everything became too much all at once. His clinic was too quiet despite not changing, he was too vulnerable despite not being in any danger. Everything had changed and he hadn't even considered how much until Justice was gone.

Anders went to the only place he could think to go. True, the Space Bar might be a better environment for noise, but Fenris was exactly the last person he wanted to accidentally run into tonight, so Crowley's bar it was. The sound of other people was helpful, at least. And the first drink he basically inhaled helped more. It made it easier to ignore how that persistent hum at the back of his mind was gone, how there wasn't a flux and flow of emotions not quite his own always licking at the edges of his thoughts, how there was only one set of feelings and opinions about everything now left in his head. He'd foolishly tested, half hoping to feel the burst of righteous anger and power as his thoughts drifted to blood magic and the plight of mages and every damn other thing he'd spent the last ten years fighting for.

Suddenly...it was like it had been someone else's problem. Someone else's fight. Like before.

He didn't like it.

He ordered another drink.]

Something strong this time. If it burns my taste-buds into ash, even better.

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[There's a side-effect to drinking. One he hadn't had to deal with in roughly a decade. But, oh, was he dealing with it now. And every time he tried to send a pulse of healing magic into his own head, the hangover he was nursing would just pulse brighter and pang harder and make him think maybe a broodmother would be a blessing right now. It could kill him viciously and in some disgusting way and it would be far kinder than what his head was doing to him.

Perhaps Justice had been doing him a kindness all those years after all. Maker have mercy.

He turned on the broadcast, clumsily hitting video and then voice so a flicker of his disheveled and pathetic appearance can be seen to those who happen to be looking at the time, but then it's gone again and replaced with his voice. Which wasn't really in any better shape.]

Does anyone have any...faster ways with dealing with hangovers? I'd normally take care of it myself but...well, I can't. And thinking isn't too easy right now, so any help would be appreciated. Smartass comments are not, however. Thanks.

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[What Wolfe doesn't know won't hurt him. Except when it's Chantry related. But this time it's alcohol related and Anders' plans include drinking until he remembers what it's like to be drunk.

He raises a brow at Crowley incredulously. At least he's not asking any questions Anders had no intention of answering.]

Paint thinner? If you mix it with that Cherry flavouring stuff, how gross is that going to taste?

Edited 2016-10-24 20:34 (UTC)

[Crowley is an ideal bartender in that regard. He'll let his patrons get absolutely slaughtered, but still be there to heal then in case they end up hurting themselves or actually giving themselves alcohol poisoning. He extra charge. Probably.]

...I should imagine it would be like eating a very strong cold sweet. I can put a little umbrella in it, if you like. Make it feel fancier.

[How very considerate. Anders chuckled a little at the idea of the umbrella.

Hawke had spent far too long playing with the damn things and being generally ridiculous the day he'd discovered them, much to Anders' amusement.]

Sure, why not?

And, for the record, I like sweet. The more tooth-achingly, the better.

[The umbrellas were a sound investment on Crowley's part.

If creating them from pure nothing could be called an 'investment', anyway. ]

Duly noted. Let's see what I can mix up for you.

[He goes to his impressive range of spirits (hah) and soon returns with a ridiculously over the top drink. Where did he get the coconut shell from? Best not ask. It's better than the paint thinner, at least. ]

This one is called a Pina Colada. Basically it's like drinking alcoholic, pineapple and coconut flavoured syrup.

There's a song for it and everything.

Edited 2016-10-26 22:47 (UTC)

A Pina Colada?

[He can't help but admire the fancy drink before taking a small sip of it. To his surprise, it was a lot sweeter than he was expecting.]

That's delicious! I can see why someone might sing about it. Is it like the songs Jim- er, Jim Kirk played a while back? What did he call them? The...Beastly Boys? That music is far different than what I'm used to back home.

[He didn't really like it back when Jim had played it...but that was before he woke up ten years older. Thinking back, he thought maybe he should give it another try.]

[Crowley pulls a face at that. ]

Ugh, no. It's by a guy called Rupert Holmes.

[He leans on the bar, a smirk crossing his face, secretly pleased the drink went down well.]

The song is about this bloke trying to cheat on his wife. Liking Pina Coladas is one of the desires he has in the person he wants to fool around with. Also getting caught in the rain.

[He takes another sip from the drink, this one a bit larger than the last. Really this tasted very good, it might be his new favorite, even over cherry.]

That sounds...interesting. Do you listen to that kind of music a lot? I wish there was a better way to share songs around here.

[Where was a good bard or minstrel when you needed one? Not counting Leliana.]

I'd prefer classical, but fate seems determined I largely listen to Queen songs. Dunno why, it just happens.

[He points to the jukebox in the corner. ]

Buuut every song Atroma has ever given us can be found there. If you ever have the desire to have a listen to them.

[He looks over to it in mild surprise.]

Oh! Is that what that thing is for? I just thought it was an ugly decoration.

[The demon gives an amused snort. ]

It's called a jukebox. It's an Earth thing, popular in bars for people to play music to sing drunkely to.

[Well, now he's just kind of confused.]

Are there no performers, then? Does everyone just listen to those things for music?

[That's kind of...sad.]

Oh yeah, there's still performers, who do concerts and whatever. They sell their CDs and play their music videos. The humble jukebox is just used for bars and tacky restaurants.

One thing you can listen to in all kinds of ways these days is music. Pretty bonkers, really.

Edited 2016-11-15 23:19 (UTC)