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Who: Everyone ever!
What: It's drinking time at the locale tavern! Lets make the bar tender love the new arrivals!
When: Evening time.
Other information: One rule to this, everyone must get completely smashed one way or another! Dohko went and just grabbed as many people possible to join in a drinking binge and even if your poor character is there to have one or two drinks. Run away before they get roped into drinking games.

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[Silas has a single glass of alcohol with a sugar cube in it. It's clear colored aside from the white dissolving cube and he's drinking it without a flinch, despite the fact it definitely smells like gasoline. It's the strongest thing he could order, so that made it either moonshine or an, either way he's not fucking around with his alcohol choice.

He's leaning on the bar beside Taako as he rambles. His gloved fingers poke out at pointed moments. One. Two. Three. He pokes the extended fingers into Taako as he jokingly scolds.]

Language.

No, but you get it, right? You get a cat and all it does is lay around and warm your feet at night and give you the good cuddles. If you're teaching a cat to jump through a hoop, you've lost the fundamentals of cat. They're lazy sons of bitches who should be allowed to laze as they please. You see someone make a cat walk on a tightrope and you just think 'that person made that cat's life hell'.

I'm very passionate about this.

I don't know, even the most laziest animal can learn obedience. It's all about reinforcing the behavior that's desired, isn't it? If they were inherently resi-si-stant, [he'll turn to hiccup into the corner of his glove, taking another drink after, as if that would help]

.... they wouldn't ever do the thing. The trained thing. Or they'd endure through the training and it would be for n, nothin'.

I'm just saying, you wouldn't make a sloth walk a tightrope.

... jeez, when did I go off on animal rights. What's another good one-- oh, oh, I know. What's up with magicians? I don't mean wizards, I mean people who do fake magic. Why do people bother with them?

People do fake magic? That's, like, treason. [siiiiip, being a fraud is punishable by time in prison, among the Springtide.]

Though, I-I think I saw a really hacky play with that premise once? Like a lady dressed up as her druid brother to seduce some married guy... which is like double treason.

Homewrecking? That sounds like a tasty drama, dude, I'm not gonna lie. I'd watch the shit out of that, treason or not. What happened in the end?

Springtide aren't really known for their comedy, so I'm going to have to guess they all died. [he'll pop some peanuts from the bar counter into his mouth, crunching them without much grace]

I thiiiink I got called away before the end of that one. Probably for a birth. Thas much more dramatic, anyways. Not that anybody ever dies over a baby. Not ever ever. [it's like the only thing he'll admit to being good at! And of all things it's being a midwife...]

Dude, you're a midwife? You've got more guts than me. I could not handle people shooting babies out at me, there's like a-- a delicate touch you gotta have for that. A non-repulsed touch. I don't think I could even in an emergency. I think Merle would have to do it.

[ He falls silent for a moment. ] I miss that deadbeat bastard, he was fun.

I'm all manner of healer, but I like to deliver babies. It's such a happy occasion! You can't beat that kinda joy. The Springtide haven't lost a baby or mother in fifty years, we're real smug about it. [he laughs, leaning a bit close, tipping his glass to whatever Taako is drinking, a gentle toast]

Who's Merle? We drinking to him? I'll drink to Merle. [He'll drink to Merle.]

Well shit, congrats to the capable people who deal with that kind of thing. To Silas!

[ He takes a deep swig of his drink and very nearly burps, but takes another deep swig for Merle, too. ]

I can't tell you much about them, but my teammates... are real good guys. The best around.

[the little toast to him causes him to blush, even more red than he'd looked purely from the booze. Still, he smiles, enjoying the conversation.]

Wha'do yah need teammates for? You seem like you can do just about anything, turning into a dragon and all...

Someone's gotta distract them when I go looting, or I'd just get my ass handed to me every time.

That an'... they're good people. Real good. Better than most, at least. Magnus is the toughest guy you'll ever meet. Merle... could use some polish, but he keeps us all grounded. We go on adventures. It's pretty sick.

You make it sound like fun... I started an adventure, but I'm just scared about it. Havin' people you know and trust must make it easier, nobody would go with me. Maybe Oscar would have, but... I don't know. I didn't want to drag him down with me, I guess. He gets enough.... well, shit.

[a bit belated, but he'll cover his mouth after that, looking regretful. Language. He'd never curse normally, but he tends to fall into what words are being used around him. Taako isn't a great influence for that!]

Hey man, the best thing about an adventure? You grow. It really is the journey, my dude, and this whole farm thing is a part of it. You can go along and do pretty awesome things once you've broken in your shoes and cast some wicked magic. Or druid-magic. Stuff like that.

Who's Oscar?

I'll have to grow a lot, I think... [a wistful sigh, thinking back to Batu and the tribe of the Zanjin where he'd last ended up. Of what he'd saw there.

Actually, better to not think about what he saw there. What are they talking about? Oscar? Oscar is a bit of a sobering thought. Not too much, though.]

'nother druid, like me. We're a real odd little pair, like, I don't think we'd be druids if we weren't so damn stubborn. Or... maybe it's spite, with Oscar. Can you imagine that? [he'll give Taako a joking slap on the shoulder with the back of his hand, light as could be about it. Going on with a wheeze of a laugh] Dedicatin' the whole rest of our lives to something... just to spite some folks? I dunno, I always liked him, we got that in common. I shouldn't, because he's a criminal, but not like inna hurt people way. He'd like you. I can tell!

[maybe stop him he's just rambling on and on]

Dude... I totally get you.

[ Hands on both shoulders, this is a bro-to-bro moment. ]

I can absolutely see myself dedicating a large portion of my life to pure spite. In fact, who's to say I haven't? I robbed a train, once. Someone's treasured silverware, then I gave them back a piece as a memento. I literally shot a man into a pit. His name was Magic Brian. He was the worst.

[The bro-to-bro moment is rather uncomfortable for Silas, but his head is swimming just enough that he won't bat Taako away fussily. There's a long pause because he hiccups and asks.]

.... what kinda a stupid name is Magic Brian? [that's what mattered in all that, right?]

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