I still say it's all a dream! Nothing else makes sense, unless the course is beginning to control our dreams. Which is nonsense, of course.
[Tamamori misunderstands Ryouma's joke as part of their previous argument about tests vs. dreams, but it's mostly a reflex response -- he's too busy looking around the bar curiously. The decoration in here is so loud that even if he's presumably been in here already in the waking world(?) it's still quite a novelty.
But also. Drinks! This isn't his scene in any sense but he's still going to try moseying up to the bar at some point. Maybe they have a better selection than the convenience store.]
You mean it shouldn't be the case for anybody? If my afterlife's going to be nothing but being stuck in this school, I'd rather get reincarnated as fast as possible. Or I'll make the underworld regret it!
[Maybe it's because he's now busily trying to wheedle a Calspi ("A Calspi! Calpico? Calpis...? Callisto????") from the bartender, but while there's conviction there, it's the absent-minded kind you get from somebody deeply convinced he could beat the eating challenge at X restaurant. Or someone about to yell for the manager. Either or.
He did shoot it back awfully fast for someone not paying attention, though.
Also he has no idea whose tab these are on. Presumably they are on Sage's, since she promised.]
[ though, he really hasn't gotten to talk to sage.
now, about the alcohol... he didn't really care about how much it was. he was just being momentarily polite. so, he's going to be asking the bartender for the full bottle of rum he'd been drinking.
and right around that time, the pizzas arrive. all 20 of them in their glory with a massive amount of breadsticks and the proper amount of colas. ]
Party time!
[ any concerns about feeling weird? right out the door. ]
Yeah, I guess? A little bit? What's it got to do with Sage though?
[ sage has been perfectly nice to him and all and about as helpful as a mystery person on the other side of a text message can be!
as to the ongoing alcohol situation, ace ordering up the rum sure settles it! he must be right about it being on a tab! this wouldn't be proper karaoke anyway if there wasn't sake for the table anyway, right? ryouma isn't sure about the role he's supposed to be playing in this place but you can't take the tosa out of the man so bring him the rest of that sake, bartender! ]
Ehhh, not really? Can you even say we talked to that guy if it's just on a screen??
[Tamamori is about to say more about Weird Feelings™ (or maybe not, sometimes it's hard to separate dream-feelings from actual-feelings and then there's the whole linkage-disaster business and you know what he is not equipped for this level of emotional analysis farewell) but then there's suddenly food everywhere. Much better use of his time.
Blink. Blink. He's grinning as he swoops down, picking up a handful of breadsticks like they're chopsticks and wiggling them a bit.]
So this is what the pizza business is all about? I could get used to it. [what's pizza, but like, with feeling; he glances at the folks apparently planning to cuddle a bottle all night] You're really going to get dead drunk in a dream test, though?
[He is judging (he has no room to judge) a little bit, but still considerably mollified by the sudden feast.]
[ while it was only brief, ace had met sage and felt off about the swimming comment she'd made. thinking about that and her, well... it makes him frown a bit. unsettled and uncertain about what he's able to do.
why should he care about his swimming compared to her...? he doesn't know, but it does put him off. ]
Yep! Sage asked me to order all of this.
[ did she though, ace? did she really? but about the booze comment: ]
You think a bottle this size is really going to get me drunk? That's funny.
You're really gonna drink it all yourself? I was orderin' for the table...
[ yes, he's looking at ace, hoarder of rum. ordinarily, he wouldn't care but for some reason right now... he cares? weird. he reaches into one of the boxes of pizza and grabs a slice for himself. he's probably just hungry! ]
I know better than to think a man your size would stop at just one bottle, but know this: the more you drink, the more food I plan on sneaking away, because it's only fair for it to balance out!
[Tamamori declares this while sipping furiously on a bottle of the soft drink he finally managed to get out of the bar -- why is getting Calspi so difficult here, and why does it feel like he's drinking something entirely different just because the bottle and the packaging and the name are off?
No, it's definitely off. At the least, it's a flavor that's not in the convenience store, but he can feel himself growing restless (maybe it's the thrumming of rain outside, a sound that he reacts to instinctively, something that crawls along his bones nowadays; he stops for a moment to look for a window). Irritable. He's probably definitely hungry.]
Hmm? Is that how you eat that thing? It looks like a neater version of monjayaki... [luckily, right now pizza is here to distract him from everything, leading him away from the point of the CYOA like a dog with a particularly savory stick; Tamamori hoists himself forward and starts trying to gather himself a piece while looking back and forth at the others, turning the crust sideways... folding it up...? WHICH WAY DO YOU EAT THIS] Mmm, I see, I see.
[ with the comment from ryouma he looks at his bottle and then sets it down with a firmness. ]
Well, we'll just have to get more for everyone!
[ at this point, ace is just... crawling over the bar to get to the other side??? uhm.
he goes over to the bartender and tugs at his sleeve. ]
You should come enjoy yourself with us, too! No reason to be gloomy over here.
[ despite the confidence in his actions, he's doubting what he's doing. might as well make up with a lot of bravado instead. fine on the outside, ??? on the inside.
but he's going to also grab a few bottles of rum for the party and sets them down with a THUD in front of bennett and tamamori. hell, even ryouma can have a random bottle of rum. ]
[ ryouma likes that answer and the pizza seems to be helping (fold it, bruh!!). also the sake. he has a cup in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pizza in the other and takes his "free" bottle of rum along by tucking it under one arm. it's fine!
he's not in any particular rush to sing but he finally wants to meet this sage person. some answers maybe? why is he always trying to do things with less than adequate information? if he has to do a job, wouldn't it make sense to have all the facts?? and as for his stupid rip-off of a job— wait.
why is this happening? he doesn't do this! he's the guy who doesn't spiral! focus!! he has to see to this sage business before anything else... ]
There's no point in having a party without drinks! So you'll thank us later!
Pretty sure he's gloomy because you left an imprint of yourself on his bartop? Seriously, I don't know if I want to know what you guys look like while drunk...
[It should come out peevish, but it comes out good-humored and also incredibly muffled through layers of crust because Tamamori has given up figuring out the complex geometry of pizza consumption and is just stuffing it in his mouth any which way he can. He kind of wants to know what's up with this Sage character, actually, but instead--
Well, for now his eyes are sparkling and his soul is aflame. This stuff? Amazing. Heavenly. Transcendent. Sublime. He doesn't know half those words but it's about the vibes. He nods frenetically at his companions and gestures like he's choking or something but it's just fruitless attempts to convey the fact that pizza is rocking his world without karaoke even being in the picture.
(Off-handedly, he just shrugs and slides the bottle of rum over to Bennett. Courtesy dictates that he not slap the host with his own rum but his bizarre calculus-besotted alter ego dictates that he should not give this bottle to Ryouma. He's a little too busy to be fighting with his alter ego again, really.)
........ the really amazing thing about pizza. The real benefit of pizza, he discovers time and time again, more benefits all the time -- is that he can just grab several slices or an entire box if he wants to run off somewhere. Animated by the pizza gods and his inner angry banker, Tamamori hurries after Ryouma, trying to clear his mouth along the way.]
Mm, I want to do more karaoke too... Now, are you telling me this Sage exists?
[ Sage drags herself out of the room and lays eyes on the 20...pizza boxes. Oh, my. ]
What? I paid for the room, asked for two pizzas and – there's a mountain of 'em. What the hell.
[ She sounds pretty pissed, but she ends up just throwing her hands up as she goes over to the bar. She rips off a piece of pizza and seems to have resigned herself to half-heartedly partying it up with everyone else. What a mess. ]
God, whatever, fuck it. Who cares! Bartender, gimme some of whatever he's having.
[ Sage gestures over at the bottle Ryouma's got with him. The bartender lets out an audible sigh. ]
They took the last bottle, sorry. Mind pouring the young lady a glass, sir?
[ did he get ignored by the bartender? sad face. but really, ace opens up a box of pizza and motions toward it. ]
You can have a slice or two.
[ he, himself, taking a swig from the rum fire bottle directly before double fisting pizza that he's dumped some red pepper flakes all over.
and without fully swallowing, he's starting to talk. ]
Two, twenty, who cares? They gave us plenty of breadsticks to make up for things.
[ NO IT DOESN'T. ]
I think they gave some extra soda, too. So cheer up and have fun with us, Sage.
[ even if feels more unsettled than he had before.
best way to solve it? make it a bigger party. so, he's leaning over the bar awkwardly to grab at his phone and fumbles around uselessly for a few moments before he finds a group chat for the swim team and sends out: ]
[ ryouma holds the remaining pizza crust in his teeth while he reaches over the bar to grab another couple of shot glasses. he fills them up before sliding one over to sage. switching gears to the rum, he keeps the other for himself. ]
C'mon! It's a party! Live in the moment!
...
Besides, you're the key to everything, right?
[ it's funny! only it's not? there's that feeling again. frustrating. ryouma solves puzzles and fixes things and sets timelines right and this all feels wrong so there must be something needing to be fixed! it's only logical based on his experience! everything wouldn't be converging on this party and sage in the middle of everything if she wasn't important... ]
[Oh, are they not hitting the karaoke. Damn. He was kind of looking forward to seeing more of that crazy business -- but maybe it's better to get a sense of what Ryouma's calling the key of the... something or other? Why are they looking for a key again when he's already found the key to life--
Wait, that's probably his anti-Ryouma bias speaking again? Anti-Ryouma character bias?? This really would be easier if they had proper character names to go with their confusing character arcs -- he finally swallows his mouthful of pizza, pointing at Sage the whole time.]
So that's Sage. You know, from the pictures. [just in case we were in doubt] So this is a pizza party, not a karaoke party?
[ Bennett was also kind of looking forward to karaoke, but the pizza is really good. And Tanamori even passed him something to drink! And yeah, even just thinking about Tanamori makes him feel kind of strange right now, especially now that Sage has emerged from the karaoke room to join them. He offers her a wave but says nothing, already bitterly wondering if she'll even notice him.
He shakes the thought off, telling himself that isn't fair before he offers a followup to Ryouma's comment. ]
[ Sorry, Ace, the bartender looks like he has no interest in having fun right now. He texts the swim team, though, and gets, like. A few responses. ]
PIZZA PIZZA??? yo dude i'm there!! been a rough day for some reason Sick.
[ And so on so forth.
Sage only gives Bennett a glance (sorry, Bennett) and looks over at Ryouma with a confused look in the midst of taking a shot. She sort of almost-slams the glass onto the table. ]
What? "The key to everything?" You feelin' alright?
[ And then to Tamamori, she snarls a bit: ]
Yeah, it was supposed to be karaoke, but you guys decided to hang out here instead. There's a screen up here I guess that we can use, but, then what was the point of me getting a room –
[ She's working herself into a tizzy. The bartender ends up just sitting on a stool behind the counter, a little slumped over. ]
[ ryouma forgets what he was going to say when bennett agrees with him. that's what he meant, right? ]
Yeah. Hah, of course, that's what I meant. You invited all of us!
[ he's not being weird about this at all! ]
Who cares where we are? Isn't it better that we're having a good time? You shouldn't be so picky!
[ ordinarily, ryouma doesn't argue. or fuss. right now? it's hard to keep fighting against that frustrated feeling, so he gets some of it out the only way he can at the moment. ]
Ehh, don't look at me? These guys started drinking a while ago, just think of 'em as a bunch of drunks getting lost on their way to the room!
[Tamamori more or less deadpans this with his hands held up in a mock-peacekeeping gesture. He is not keeping the peace. He is almost definitely trying to provoke one or both of the fired up rum people; is this a stupid idea? Of course. Does he have any other sort of idea? Dream-him sure doesn't.
He's also, by this point, surreptitiously gathered at least two boxes of pizza for himself; will he finish it all??? He's a skinny little bastard, but you never know -- this could be his Milan origin story. He could also just be getting ready to dine and dash given the atmosphere in the place, but for now he's still comfortably installed with his hoard.]
And we've got so much food having an extra room couldn't hurt -- like if we had a karaoke pizza concert.
[Is that even a thing, either way he's just here saying words and phrases.]
[ why did he do this? start the party out here when he knew about the reservation. he shakes his head. to hell with that, he's not the type to care about the location. even if he has some doubts, for some odd reason. ]
It doesn't matter what happened. We're having fun.
[ his voice sounds a little irritated, though. even if he's trying to make peace and get everyone on the same page.
but now that he knows that more guys are coming to devour pizza, he's going to stuff more food in his mouth. he's bringing his own competition, but he wanted it as a distraction from whatever this feeling is. it's the right way to do it... right?
either way, he grabs five (yes, five) pizzas and a couple bags of breadsticks to squirrel behind the bar. since the bartender isn't kicking him out and seems to be in a depressed funk, he might as well become the bartender and use it for squirreling away what he wants. no big. ]
But if you're going to keep complaining about the kind of party it is, go to the room and spend some alone time with Sage doing whatever.
[ this is pointedly directed at tamamori. go away. shoo. ]
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[Tamamori misunderstands Ryouma's joke as part of their previous argument about tests vs. dreams, but it's mostly a reflex response -- he's too busy looking around the bar curiously. The decoration in here is so loud that even if he's presumably been in here already in the waking world(?) it's still quite a novelty.
But also. Drinks! This isn't his scene in any sense but he's still going to try moseying up to the bar at some point. Maybe they have a better selection than the convenience store.]
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[ he just shrugs a bit. but as far as tests go... ]
I came to in a locker room. No tests for me!
[ down the hatch for his drink and he's going to ask for more rum. ]
How much would the whole bottle cost? [ hm. ]
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[ at least if he's going to die it could be an interesting death. ]
In any case, it doesn't matter. I've gotten along just fine all this time without even knowing what a "calculus" is, so who needs it?
[ that's a good question about the rum too. ]
Aren't the drinks part of the whole—... you know, with the room?
[ if not, ryouma's charged something to someone's tab without asking. whoops! ]
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[Maybe it's because he's now busily trying to wheedle a Calspi ("A Calspi! Calpico? Calpis...? Callisto????") from the bartender, but while there's conviction there, it's the absent-minded kind you get from somebody deeply convinced he could beat the eating challenge at X restaurant. Or someone about to yell for the manager. Either or.
He did shoot it back awfully fast for someone not paying attention, though.
Also he has no idea whose tab these are on. Presumably they are on Sage's, since she promised.]
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There's an aspect the rest of them aren't discussing, though. Bennett is silent for a long moment before he finally pushes himself to speak. ]
Hey... Has anyone else been feeling kind of weird since they got here? Especially when they're talking to Sage?
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[ though, he really hasn't gotten to talk to sage.
now, about the alcohol... he didn't really care about how much it was. he was just being momentarily polite. so, he's going to be asking the bartender for the full bottle of rum he'd been drinking.
and right around that time, the pizzas arrive. all 20 of them in their glory with a massive amount of breadsticks and the proper amount of colas. ]
Party time!
[ any concerns about feeling weird? right out the door. ]
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[ sage has been perfectly nice to him and all and about as helpful as a mystery person on the other side of a text message can be!
as to the ongoing alcohol situation, ace ordering up the rum sure settles it! he must be right about it being on a tab! this wouldn't be proper karaoke anyway if there wasn't sake for the table anyway, right? ryouma isn't sure about the role he's supposed to be playing in this place but you can't take the tosa out of the man so bring him the rest of that sake, bartender! ]
Woah! This is pretty generous, huh?
[ twenty pizzas tho??? ]
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[Tamamori is about to say more about Weird Feelings™ (or maybe not, sometimes it's hard to separate dream-feelings from actual-feelings and then there's the whole linkage-disaster business and you know what he is not equipped for this level of emotional analysis farewell) but then there's suddenly food everywhere. Much better use of his time.
Blink. Blink. He's grinning as he swoops down, picking up a handful of breadsticks like they're chopsticks and wiggling them a bit.]
So this is what the pizza business is all about? I could get used to it. [what's pizza, but like, with feeling; he glances at the folks apparently planning to cuddle a bottle all night] You're really going to get dead drunk in a dream test, though?
[He is judging (he has no room to judge) a little bit, but still considerably mollified by the sudden feast.]
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[ But then the pizza gets there and Bennett lets himself trail off, that stiffling loneliness from earlier draping over him once again.
Still, he has an excuse to not focus on that too much because damn, that's a lot of pizza. Bennett's eyes get wide. ]
W-woah, all of that's for us?
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why should he care about his swimming compared to her...? he doesn't know, but it does put him off. ]
Yep! Sage asked me to order all of this.
[ did she though, ace? did she really? but about the booze comment: ]
You think a bottle this size is really going to get me drunk? That's funny.
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[ yes, he's looking at ace, hoarder of rum. ordinarily, he wouldn't care but for some reason right now... he cares? weird. he reaches into one of the boxes of pizza and grabs a slice for himself. he's probably just hungry! ]
... But there's a whole bar out there, right?
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[Tamamori declares this while sipping furiously on a bottle of the soft drink he finally managed to get out of the bar -- why is getting Calspi so difficult here, and why does it feel like he's drinking something entirely different just because the bottle and the packaging and the name are off?
No, it's definitely off. At the least, it's a flavor that's not in the convenience store, but he can feel himself growing restless (maybe it's the thrumming of rain outside, a sound that he reacts to instinctively, something that crawls along his bones nowadays; he stops for a moment to look for a window). Irritable. He's probably definitely hungry.]
Hmm? Is that how you eat that thing? It looks like a neater version of monjayaki... [luckily, right now pizza is here to distract him from everything, leading him away from the point of the CYOA like a dog with a particularly savory stick; Tamamori hoists himself forward and starts trying to gather himself a piece while looking back and forth at the others, turning the crust sideways... folding it up...? WHICH WAY DO YOU EAT THIS] Mmm, I see, I see.
[does he see]
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Are you staying out there all night or are we singing?
[ The bartender looks a little gloomier than before, but he's just polishing some glasses, no big deal... ]
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Well, we'll just have to get more for everyone!
[ at this point, ace is just... crawling over the bar to get to the other side??? uhm.
he goes over to the bartender and tugs at his sleeve. ]
You should come enjoy yourself with us, too! No reason to be gloomy over here.
[ despite the confidence in his actions, he's doubting what he's doing. might as well make up with a lot of bravado instead. fine on the outside, ??? on the inside.
but he's going to also grab a few bottles of rum for the party and sets them down with a THUD in front of bennett and tamamori. hell, even ryouma can have a random bottle of rum. ]
Rum for everyone, then!
[ he's ignoring sage being snippy....... ]
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[ ryouma likes that answer and the pizza seems to be helping (fold it, bruh!!).
also the sake.he has a cup in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pizza in the other and takes his "free" bottle of rum along by tucking it under one arm.it's fine!he's not in any particular rush to sing but he finally wants to meet this sage person. some answers maybe? why is he always trying to do things with less than adequate information? if he has to do a job, wouldn't it make sense to have all the facts?? and as for his stupid rip-off of a job— wait.
why is this happening? he doesn't do this! he's the guy who doesn't spiral! focus!! he has to see to this sage business before anything else... ]
There's no point in having a party without drinks! So you'll thank us later!
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[It should come out peevish, but it comes out good-humored and also incredibly muffled through layers of crust because Tamamori has given up figuring out the complex geometry of pizza consumption and is just stuffing it in his mouth any which way he can. He kind of wants to know what's up with this Sage character, actually, but instead--
Well, for now his eyes are sparkling and his soul is aflame. This stuff? Amazing. Heavenly. Transcendent. Sublime. He doesn't know half those words but it's about the vibes. He nods frenetically at his companions and gestures like he's choking or something but it's just fruitless attempts to convey the fact that pizza is rocking his world without karaoke even being in the picture.
(Off-handedly, he just shrugs and slides the bottle of rum over to Bennett. Courtesy dictates that he not slap the host with his own rum but his bizarre calculus-besotted alter ego dictates that he should not give this bottle to Ryouma. He's a little too busy to be fighting with his alter ego again, really.)
........ the really amazing thing about pizza. The real benefit of pizza, he discovers time and time again, more benefits all the time -- is that he can just grab several slices or an entire box if he wants to run off somewhere. Animated by the pizza gods and his inner angry banker, Tamamori hurries after Ryouma, trying to clear his mouth along the way.]
Mm, I want to do more karaoke too... Now, are you telling me this Sage exists?
[peeeeeeek]
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[ Sage drags herself out of the room and lays eyes on the 20...pizza boxes. Oh, my. ]
What? I paid for the room, asked for two pizzas and – there's a mountain of 'em. What the hell.
[ She sounds pretty pissed, but she ends up just throwing her hands up as she goes over to the bar. She rips off a piece of pizza and seems to have resigned herself to half-heartedly partying it up with everyone else. What a mess. ]
God, whatever, fuck it. Who cares! Bartender, gimme some of whatever he's having.
[ Sage gestures over at the bottle Ryouma's got with him. The bartender lets out an audible sigh. ]
They took the last bottle, sorry. Mind pouring the young lady a glass, sir?
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You can have a slice or two.
[ he, himself, taking a swig from the rum fire bottle directly before double fisting pizza that he's dumped some red pepper flakes all over.
and without fully swallowing, he's starting to talk. ]
Two, twenty, who cares? They gave us plenty of breadsticks to make up for things.
[ NO IT DOESN'T. ]
I think they gave some extra soda, too. So cheer up and have fun with us, Sage.
[ even if feels more unsettled than he had before.
best way to solve it? make it a bigger party. so, he's leaning over the bar awkwardly to grab at his phone and fumbles around uselessly for a few moments before he finds a group chat for the swim team and sends out: ]
karaoke4pizza
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[ ryouma holds the remaining pizza crust in his teeth while he reaches over the bar to grab another couple of shot glasses. he fills them up before sliding one over to sage. switching gears to the rum, he keeps the other for himself. ]
C'mon! It's a party! Live in the moment!
...
Besides, you're the key to everything, right?
[ it's funny! only it's not? there's that feeling again. frustrating. ryouma solves puzzles and fixes things and sets timelines right and this all feels wrong so there must be something needing to be fixed! it's only logical based on his experience! everything wouldn't be converging on this party and sage in the middle of everything if she wasn't important... ]
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[Oh, are they not hitting the karaoke. Damn. He was kind of looking forward to seeing more of that crazy business -- but maybe it's better to get a sense of what Ryouma's calling the key of the... something or other? Why are they looking for a key again when he's already found the key to life--
Wait, that's probably his anti-Ryouma bias speaking again? Anti-Ryouma character bias?? This really would be easier if they had proper character names to go with their confusing character arcs -- he finally swallows his mouthful of pizza, pointing at Sage the whole time.]
So that's Sage. You know, from the pictures. [just in case we were in doubt] So this is a pizza party, not a karaoke party?
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He shakes the thought off, telling himself that isn't fair before he offers a followup to Ryouma's comment. ]
Yeah! You're the one that invited all of us!
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PIZZA
PIZZA???
yo dude i'm there!! been a rough day for some reason
Sick.
[ And so on so forth.
Sage only gives Bennett a glance (sorry, Bennett) and looks over at Ryouma with a confused look in the midst of taking a shot. She sort of almost-slams the glass onto the table. ]
What? "The key to everything?" You feelin' alright?
[ And then to Tamamori, she snarls a bit: ]
Yeah, it was supposed to be karaoke, but you guys decided to hang out here instead. There's a screen up here I guess that we can use, but, then what was the point of me getting a room –
[ She's working herself into a tizzy. The bartender ends up just sitting on a stool behind the counter, a little slumped over. ]
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Yeah. Hah, of course, that's what I meant. You invited all of us!
[ he's not being weird about this at all! ]
Who cares where we are? Isn't it better that we're having a good time? You shouldn't be so picky!
[ ordinarily, ryouma doesn't argue. or fuss. right now? it's hard to keep fighting against that frustrated feeling, so he gets some of it out the only way he can at the moment. ]
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[Tamamori more or less deadpans this with his hands held up in a mock-peacekeeping gesture. He is not keeping the peace. He is almost definitely trying to provoke one or both of the fired up rum people; is this a stupid idea? Of course. Does he have any other sort of idea? Dream-him sure doesn't.
He's also, by this point, surreptitiously gathered at least two boxes of pizza for himself; will he finish it all??? He's a skinny little bastard, but you never know -- this could be his Milan origin story. He could also just be getting ready to dine and dash given the atmosphere in the place, but for now he's still comfortably installed with his hoard.]
And we've got so much food having an extra room couldn't hurt -- like if we had a karaoke pizza concert.
[Is that even a thing, either way he's just here saying words and phrases.]
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[ why did he do this? start the party out here when he knew about the reservation. he shakes his head. to hell with that, he's not the type to care about the location. even if he has some doubts, for some odd reason. ]
It doesn't matter what happened. We're having fun.
[ his voice sounds a little irritated, though. even if he's trying to make peace and get everyone on the same page.
but now that he knows that more guys are coming to devour pizza, he's going to stuff more food in his mouth. he's bringing his own competition, but he wanted it as a distraction from whatever this feeling is. it's the right way to do it... right?
either way, he grabs five (yes, five) pizzas and a couple bags of breadsticks to squirrel behind the bar. since the bartender isn't kicking him out and seems to be in a depressed funk, he might as well become the bartender and use it for squirreling away what he wants. no big. ]
But if you're going to keep complaining about the kind of party it is, go to the room and spend some alone time with Sage doing whatever.
[ this is pointedly directed at tamamori. go away. shoo. ]
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