Party Rock Anthem only it's played on kazoos

[sacrificialpawn]

[Oscar is a practiced master at Coping (tm) in the face of things he would prefer not to address in any sort of healthy or rational manner. After the events of yesterday, he's somehow getting the feeling that he isn't the only one, which means that in his mind there is only one thing to do: this translates to yet another Walmart booze heist (even larger than the original), a few side trips to amass snacks because RIP his kitchen, and some haphazardly erected decorations in one of the spare rooms to try to at least give off something of a celebratory atmosphere... but let's be real here, this is just Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs + alcohol.

Sunday morning will find handwritten notes tucked under everyone's doors inviting them to a party that evening, snacks and drinks (that particular word underlined a couple of times, just in case people didn't pick up on the meaning of "party") provided gratis.

There's alcohol, there's soda for the minors, there's plenty of junk food to eat, and there are a whole bunch of other people who are also Going Through It. What better recipe for a party could you ask for?

... don't answer that.]

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[reallyfishy]

What, ya think I’m gonna do it fer just any woman? Ol’ Raven’s sights are gettin’ a bit narrower fer that.

[Wink.]

[ungratefuloz]

[For maximum effect, Dorothy is absolutely mid another glug of wine at that, about to let out another of those long suffering sighs--

And she absolutely proceeds to choke a bit on that glug because RAVEN--]

You--! [GIVE. GIVE HER A SECOND TO RECOVER WHAT THE FUCK--] That doesn't mean you're allowed to get distracted by me, you know!

[reallyfishy]

[HAHAHA]

Why not? Won’tcha appreciate a little encouragement fer yer hard work?

[ungratefuloz]

You can save it for after the battle, can't you?!

[SIR ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL HER HERE. PLEASE, SHE IS SO OLD AND TIRED.]

I'd much rather a reward for a job well done, after all.

[reallyfishy]

Hmmmmm, okay. I’ll start brainstormin’ rewards.

[He’s relenting on the mid-battle flirting but now he’s just planning on something more nefarious. Is that a good trade?]

[ungratefuloz]

[...]

I'm almost more afraid for what's brewing in that mind of yours. But if it'll keep you out of trouble...

[SIGHS.]

[reallyfishy]

Don’t be afraid! Look forward to it!

[ :) ]