meadowlarklogs | Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed

WHO: Thor (

ofmyth), Loki (

selfimage), a bunch of booze, and everyone!
WHERE: Safehouse 2.0
WHEN: Late afternoon, evening, night on the 28th.
WHAT: Some people took down the monster, some people kept the group safe, some people snuck off to steal booze. They can all celebrate together.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: This is a post-event mingle! Loki stole a bunch of alcohol and Thor is going to make sure everyone gets some. Debrief, have fun, get wreckt, prepare for tfln the next morning.
Tag your own/check individual threads for specific warnings.

[When Loki hears the news of the Godzilla's demise, it takes a moment to sink in. There were doubts when a handful of the refugees wanted to run out and play hero, especially with their lack of abilities (for those who had them). He expected Thor to come back content on his involvement at best, broken and nursing his own failure, at worst. This? This is better than the best, and it's worthy of celebration. I's hard not to be pleased, hard not to congratulate; it's Thor's victory post the fall of Asgard, and Loki's sure that he's reveling in it.

Then, comes the booze: all different bottle shapes and sizes, some dark with lighter liquid, others opaque filled with something that has a more amber tint. It's unloaded carefully by all of them, messily lined up on the frames of one of the cots..

Thor looks to be almost a different creature than the moping, sullen thing he'd been since they arrived in the safehouse. Getting to his feet he stands taller, shoulders held back, a bright look in his eyes. Loki backs him up, tinking a metal spoon against one of the bottles to get everyone's attention. As Thor speaks he looks around the room, seeking out the eyes of everyone present.]

Seven days ago we were strangers. We were brought into an underground bunker, unsure of who we were and how we had come here. Some were angry, some afraid, others unsure. It's thanks to the aid and kindness of Gaby and El that we survived at all, here in this foreign city. Today, we have proven we will not merely surivive here.

[Thor hasn't met everyone here, but that's ultimately not the point. In his mind they are in this together, for better or worse. There is a 'we' who celebrate together now just as much as there is a 'they' who are responsible for their being here.]

Today we have repaid Gaby her kindness. Today we have protected not only her people here in the safehouse, but the people of the city. Today we have proved our strength to ourselves, to the city, to any who are watching us. Today, we set fear in the heart of our captor. [He seems to relish that last one most of all.]

Seven days ago we had little to celebrate. Today we raise a toast—[Up goes his bottle, held high and triumphant.] To us! To what we have done today! To victory!

[Loki chimes in, shaking the little bottle in his hand.] To New Amsterdam!

[Thor's arm is held high while others raise their drinks, then Thor upends his to drain it in a long pull.]

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Ah! A fellow chef! [Thor beams on seeing someone already in the kitchen.] It's a poor celebration without a good feast, wouldn't you say? While a few roast boar wouldn't go amiss, we'll make do with Gaby's fine provision!

[Of which there seems to be more than he was expecting... he takes in the extra food for a moment-] Good lady, you've anticipated us!

Why didn't you think of the feast in the first place? [Her tone comes out harsher than intended, but she really can't stand alcohol or drunk people. She just doesn't get why people do this and it upsets her. Well, everyone has their own vices, she supposes and she's not really going to rain on their parade.

So instead she'll help.]

Anyway, I figured no one wanted to deal with a hangover in the morning, so I prepared some food for everyone.

[Also the fact that everyone is drinking on an empty stomach... yeah this isn't going to be pretty.]

[He's past the point of noticing her severe tone. When Thor's in a good mood he assumes everyone else is.]

You're a jewel among cooks! [And he seems to genuinely mean it.] I'll put myself under your direction then. Give me a task, lady chef. Thor, god of thunder, will see it done!

[Never in her wildest dreams would she thought a god would be putting himself under her supervision. Or maybe it's just the alcohol talking right now. She doesn't want to think about it. So with a sigh she motions to some fruit she was able to scavenge.]

Would you be able to cut that up?

[Apples, oranges, melons, and other basic fruit are there. Things that have a lot of water in them that's good for people to have right now.]

At once, lady chef. [Without any appearance of discomfort at being told what to do, Thor sets to it. Despite how drunk he looks, he looks as equally confident with the knife, hands only a little unsteady.]

It's a good night for celebration, isn't it?

[Well as long as he doesn't hurt himself, she'll let him cut that stuff up without too much supervision.

But a celebration, huh? Best not to be a Debbie Downer now so...]

It is a good night for it. We survived all that, after all.

We did not just survive, we triumphed! [Thor stop waving that knife about!]

The people of this city may sleep safe and sound, thanks to us.

[The way he says that with enthusiasm, well, Akane can't help but smile. A celebration for the heroes that triumphed. A celebration for those who risked their lives against that monster.

They deserve it.

Maybe that's why she hasn't really gotten after anyone too badly for drinking as they have and instead elected to help.]

And that's wonderful. I'm glad you all were able to help everyone here.

[There's a gentle smile on her face... after all, she has a weakness for those who play hero.]

Come- [Thor has his own bottle, but there are more on the bench. He puts the knife down to offer one to her.] It is not only my victory. Others helped Morningstar and their people, and still others are now ensuring we do not celebrate too hard. This is a moment for all of us to celebrate.

[He isn't pushing too hard, but Thor far prefers to celebrate with everyone.]

[Akane puts her hands up in front of her to reject his offer, but given how sincerely he just wants her to celebrate, she can't bring herself to say no to him. What's one beer?]

I guess it probably doesn't hurt to try one.

[So she takes it and takes a small sip. While she does swallow what she sipped, she's quick to cough at the taste and the burn.

Yeah, it's pretty obvious she's not a drinker. But for Thor, she will try.]

[It's obvious she isn't a drinker, but Thor can appreciate the effort. He holds out his drink to tap against hers.]

Here's to more victories, and no hangovers tomorrow.

[Well, here goes nothing. A clink of their glasses and she decides to take another gulp of beer.

This stuff tastes awful... The faster she drinks it, the better. Maybe.]

I'm here for more victories, but the 'no hangovers' is going to require a miracle.

[His wide grins fades into a smaller, more thoughtful smile.] That may be a little beyond me at present. [He shakes his head.] Nay, even with all my power I'm not the god to go to if you wish to avoid that.

[Normally, she'd go into a conversation with skepticism and maybe a little fanaticism, but heck. She'll entertain Thor.]

Which god would you go to if you wanted to avoid hangovers?

[And she also is curious.]

[With a broad laugh.] Not an Asgardian!

[She'll take that as even he doesn't know as she laughs back, her face becoming a little red pretty quickly after drinking so little.

What a lightweight! Anyway, another chug from her. She hates this stuff but again, she doesn't want to be rude. Now she's almost halfway done with the bottle.]

I guess I'll be praying that water helps me.

[Thor matches her drink for drink, laughing at the joke. Was it a joke? It felt like one. Most things feel like jokes at the moment.]

And the fruit! [Suddenly remembering his task, Thor sets about finishing his work.] But I hope you'll not spend all tonight hiding away in here hiding from tomorrow's hangover.

[It was probably a joke, yet it can also be taken as a bit literal since she'll be chugging down water as soon as she's free from this social obligation.

For now, she's working at finishing off the beer now, much to her stomach's dismay and protests. Ugh, hopefully she can keep it all down, despite drinking far too fast for someone who hasn't really drunk a whole lot before.]

No, I'm certain I'll be hiding away. I'm not one for crowds in the first place.

There's no need to speak to everyone at once, surely.

[Even drunk, Thor's trying to be aware not to push too hard. One of the lessons of his youth was that no, not every young woman wanted to revel and celebrate with everyone.] But you know best, sweet cook.

I-I'd like to think I do.

[Oh sweet Jesus she can feel some of the effects coming on hard.]

For now I think I'm going to sit down. [It's less her head feeling like a scrambled mess and more her stomach is not happy with her. She can only hope she keeps it all down because good lord, she does not feel well and standing would only make things worse. But she finds a chair nearby and sits, already regretting her decision to drink.]

Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed

to be fair jesus is the one who turned water into wine so.....

That is a fair argument

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