olive garden

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🎈GET YOUR ASSES TO OLIVE GARDEN🎈

Sometime in the morning on Sunday, there are little notes that have been slipped under everyone's doors. Written in markers reads the following:

Let's celebrate getting Knuckles back at Olive Garden tonight at 6pm!!!!
Also I'm bored
-Percy

…Yeah………but hey, at least these notes will be customized! Each note has two characters, but, uh, these might not be accurate to who's actually in the room. He doesn't know who everyone's roommates are, so he's just hoping for the best I guess. (Someone's note includes the new guy, More. Shizuka is also on one of these as a pink dolphin with glasses.)

Anyway, the Olive Garden seems to have some balloons floating around. With the current state of the residents, nobody seems to care! There are also chefs in the kitchen who will make whatever you ask, but pushing them around enough will get them to leave the kitchen to anyone who wants to make something. (Thank you Redd.) Drinks are available for everyone, alcohol and regular soft drinks alike, and really? The world is your oyster. … Olive? You get the drill.

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Comments

[sacrificialpawn]

[Oscar just sets him down on the table with a grin.]

D'you need some... no, I don't think you'd like wine... maybe something sweet...

[OSCAR.]

[saltofthesea]

[ Instantly: ]

No thanks.

[sacrificialpawn]

All right, all right. No alcohol, then. Just thought it might give you a little courage.

[WHY DOES HE REMIND HIM SO MUCH OF ERIC...]

[saltofthesea]

Urgh, I'll show you courage. I don't get why so many people like it anyway. It smells and tastes way too strong.

[sacrificialpawn]

The taste is part of the appeal. Different vintages of wine taste completely different even though they're made from the same type of grape...

[And, of course, the strong stuff can be really good at making your memories fuzzy. THAT'S the real appeal.]

[saltofthesea]

Weren't you just chugging it down.

[ Sir. ]

[sacrificialpawn]

That's different...

[No he's just drunk.]

[saltofthesea]

I'm pretty sure that's just being drunk.

[sacrificialpawn]

That AND I'm not payin' for it, so I can always have more.

[HIS LOGIC IS IMPECCABLE.]

[saltofthesea]

You're gonna be so hung over in the morning...

[sacrificialpawn]

Hey, hey. Let's not go puttin' the cart before the horse...

[saltofthesea]

Even when I can see the cart from miles away?

[sacrificialpawn]

I'll just make sure to drink plenty of water.

[Spoilers: it Will Not Help.]

[saltofthesea]

[ Lark, looking at how much Oscar has drank already: ]

...Right.

[sacrificialpawn]

[BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.]

So! What're you gonna sing?

[saltofthesea]

[ nO. ]

Uhhhhh...

[sacrificialpawn]

[He's waiting, Lark...]

[saltofthesea]

Do I have to...

[sacrificialpawn]

Yeah. Don't you want to?

[saltofthesea]

I'm no good at it.

[sacrificialpawn]

[At that, he laughs and just ruffles Lark's hair.]

Y'don't have to be good, just have to have fun doin' it.

[saltofthesea]

[ The internal struggle of someone trying to not die of embarrassment in public. So much that he's not even going to protest the hair ruffle. ]

...Let me think of a song...

[sacrificialpawn]

[HE WILL WAIT. With this grin on his face because sometimes he's kind of terrible.]