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riverviewlogs2017-09-23 12:48 pm
wingedman) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-23 12:48 pm
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who: Sam and company (really a mingle-ish kind of log)
what: Sam celebrates his birthday with a pub crawl :3
when: Saturday, 9/23
where: Tavernfest & Trixie
warnings: alcohol consumption
Sam isn't the kind of guy to make a fuss about his birthday. He hadn't even really decided whether or not he was going to do anything for it - anything outside a private celebration - till the week before, when he'd heard about Tavernfest. So his plans aren't so much a party as they are inviting everyone to just hang out and drink for an extended period of time. He might even conveniently fail to mention that the whole thing is for his birthday, at least to the more casual of his acquaintances - maybe it's just enjoying the city's festivities with a group of his friends.
Whatever the case, late afternoon finds Sam and his friends at Tavernfest, steadily drinking their way through the Quarantine's finest offerings. Sam enjoys the food on offer as much, if not more, than the alcohol - there's only so many different varieties of beer one can try, but an incredible assortment of food. Rather than embracing the tradition of historical garb, Sam's dressed like he normally would be - but he's certainly not discouraging his friends from wearing whatever they want.
After Tavernfest, and well into the night, he takes the party to Trixie; thanks to Loki, the drinks are free, and the group is ensconced in the VIP lounge. He'd made sure to mention this part of the plans to everyone; if anyone wants to skip Tavernfest and just come for this, they're more than welcome to do so. Sam spends most of his time in the lounge, but can be coaxed out onto the dance floor for a song or two. Mostly, he socializes and watches other people socialize, simply enjoying the company of old friends and new.
what: Sam celebrates his birthday with a pub crawl :3
when: Saturday, 9/23
where: Tavernfest & Trixie
warnings: alcohol consumption
Sam isn't the kind of guy to make a fuss about his birthday. He hadn't even really decided whether or not he was going to do anything for it - anything outside a private celebration - till the week before, when he'd heard about Tavernfest. So his plans aren't so much a party as they are inviting everyone to just hang out and drink for an extended period of time. He might even conveniently fail to mention that the whole thing is for his birthday, at least to the more casual of his acquaintances - maybe it's just enjoying the city's festivities with a group of his friends.
Whatever the case, late afternoon finds Sam and his friends at Tavernfest, steadily drinking their way through the Quarantine's finest offerings. Sam enjoys the food on offer as much, if not more, than the alcohol - there's only so many different varieties of beer one can try, but an incredible assortment of food. Rather than embracing the tradition of historical garb, Sam's dressed like he normally would be - but he's certainly not discouraging his friends from wearing whatever they want.
After Tavernfest, and well into the night, he takes the party to Trixie; thanks to Loki, the drinks are free, and the group is ensconced in the VIP lounge. He'd made sure to mention this part of the plans to everyone; if anyone wants to skip Tavernfest and just come for this, they're more than welcome to do so. Sam spends most of his time in the lounge, but can be coaxed out onto the dance floor for a song or two. Mostly, he socializes and watches other people socialize, simply enjoying the company of old friends and new.
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Well, he wasn't surprised at the invitation knowing Sam. And it was telling that he didn't protest more than a vague token bit of fussing just to keep up appearances.
Sam would probably be happy to see Stephen wasn't a beagle this time when he showed up at Trixie, even if he didn't see anything of the man at first other than a pair of scarred hands slipping lightly in front of his eyes.]
Boo.
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What, no flashy tricks?