gooseberryhigh | ST. PATRICK'S DAY PITY PARTY

ST. PATRICK'S DAY PITY PARTY

Oh my god. You are so hungover. Or maybe your friend is hungover. Either way, everyone knows Gooseberry goes hard on St. Patrick's Day, and this year was no exception. It's tradition for everyone to drag themselves out to Coppertale to try and recover and look for some pity.

WHAT'S GOING ON

This is a simple IC/OOC for all your hurt/comfort hangover needs.

This is very freeform! Use the elsewhere header if you want to do a scene... well, elsewhere.

If you come to hassle the poor drunks you'll be asked to leave! Haven't they suffered enough?

» Coppertale: The fire pit has been lit, there's coffee, water, and a nice simple breakfast. Vector passes through once, and clucks her tongue at the sick children. She doesn't bother to speak quietly if engaged, but she doesn't comment on the evidence of a party as long as no one looks bad enough to see Mufferaw. She doesn't linger long.

» The Lodge: Addy Foster-Hayes is reportedly brewing a hangover cure. There's also food available in the cafeteria, and plenty of big cushy chairs in the atrium.

» Elsewhere: Anything else goes here.

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She might be the weakest she's ever been in her life, but she's not going to put up with this. She could definitely kick a kitten. She doesn't have much recourse here, though, because Sy is much bigger and heavier than she is. Unfair advantage.

Instead, she sits up so she can jab him in the side. A cheap shot, but she has no morals. "Don't mess with me," she teases. "I'm wily."

Sy's too slow to dodge getting jabbed, and legitimately cringes away from Clem's sharp, needle-tiny fingers. But then he also laughs, albeit the weak sort of laughter that happens when your head feels like hot garbage.

"Like a fuckin' fox," he concedes. Sy grabs her jabby hand, and traps it in between his own. "You challenging me to a fight, Decourt? Because I gotta be honest: I'm way too fucked up to kick your ass right now."

As much as the idea of messing him up when he can't fight back might be appealing to her, she doesn't actually want him to die. "Alright, alright," she says, although she still pokes him in his shoulder with her other hand. Some retribution. "I forgive you for saying I look like shit, but only because you look like more shit."

It's pathetic how much it hurts to get poked right now. Or maybe it always kind of hurts, and fully sober Sy has the fortitude to not react like a goddamn wuss about it. He grabs for Clem's other hand now, but he's not much of a Seeker even when he isn't hungover as shit, and the attempt is fairly sad.

Sy gives up. "You're an asshole and a bully," he says affectionately. "I hope you had a fuckin' awful time last night."

ST. PATRICK'S DAY PITY PARTY

Clem & Sy

Clem & Sy

Clem & Sy

Clem & Sy