Video; Possible Bar Action; ....... lots of images under cut

[kingoftherats]

[The feed opens for a moment to Charlie, sporting a black eye and a scabbed lip (thank you Dean Winchester), but he doesn't seem to mind that; instead he's eagerly sitting in his bar, which is open to the public (sorry everyone), and it appears to have quite an assortment of questionable criminal-like men and old tired sailors.]

Hey, dudes! It's Charlie here, and I got a video I was gonna play for you — like, it's just a cool thing I put together for the pub now that it's open, but also because I'm gonna have a big sale there with all the crazy stuff I found around town this weekend, so — yeah, check it out! I think it came out pretty great!

And just as a tip: don't linger in the alleyway outside of the bar. People get stabbed there a lot.

[... A clumsily recorded video abruptly plays, full of weird cuts and zooms and-...]





























[When it cuts back to Charlie, he seems really proud of himself and awaits your adoration.

If anyone is so bold as to show up at this yard sale being held at Paddy's Pub's outdoor area... they may very well find some unique and unusual trinkets he had taken from the sewers... or just useless and/or gross things. There are absolutely diamonds in the rough here. May the odds ever be in your favor, because for every rock or sock or fork, there's a magical gem or rare ingredient to a spell.

Who knows what you'll find!

... And yes, the pub is likewise open for business, if you need moonshine to get you through the day.

He doesn't bother carding anyone here, for the record. He ain't your dad.]

Comments

[creidim]

You're welcome—!

I'm sorry no one's said that bef— [ Wait. ] ... Frank locked you in the basement just so you couldn't play a song—?

[ She is... finding this very difficult to process right now. ]

[kingoftherats]

Yeaaah, the old man really didn't like my song. I thought it was one of my bests, but...

Anyway, yeah, he totally locked me in the basement. I ended up just sitting down there for a while, and after a few hours I gave up and huffed paint.

[creidim]

But that's awful—! [ And also— let's not think about cellars right now. ] You... huffed paint? What does that mean?

[ Luna please don't ask. ]

cw: substance abuse chat, same ol same ol

[kingoftherats]

[TOO LATE, IT'S BEEN ASKED, IT'S DONE.]

Oh, it's when you spray paint into a bag, and then you put your nose in the bag and you breathe in all the noxious fumes! Then you trip out and feel good for a little bit. Or you pass out and fall over. One of those.

cw ditto + drug use

[creidim]

... That is... very different and not different to The Weed. [ She understands the concept to getting high, she does. She lives with a stoner and has even tried herself on a couple of occasions but ...Sir, this does not sound alright. ]

I.. don't think you're meant to breathe in paint like that. That doesn't sound very good for you.

[kingoftherats]

Oh, nooo, yeah! Don't huff paint cans, it could totally kill you in one try.

Don't do any of that shit while you're still young and all that.

... Weed is awesome, though. Smoke lots of that!

[creidim]

Then... shouldn't you not do it? What if the next time you do it, it kills you—?

[ It's hardly as if you're old, Charlie. But then again old for her is somewhere in the eighties, considering Wizard biology. ]

My boyfriend smokes a lot of it. Well, he did until it all ran out.

[ Trench has been hard for him to get a supply. ]

[kingoftherats]

Oh, cool! Pothead boyfriend! I gotcha.

[He almost makes it sound like that's not a negative connotation. As far as he's concerned, it really isn't, sooooo.]

Don't worry about me, Buttercup, I got experience!

Besides, if eating cement didn't kill me, I don't think paint will.

[creidim]

[ As if Luna knows that smoking The Weed is bad. She loves her Stoner Boyfriend very much.

Also............ what—?! He ate what?! ]

That's... quite concerning.

... Do I even want to ask why you ate cement?

[kingoftherats]

I dunno. It looked good?

Kinda burned a lot on the way down, though, so I didn't do that anymore.

It didn't even make me high or taste good or anything.

But it smelled like a million bucks!