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.]

Comments

[nyaxed]

[He's all ears.]

Well, with how yer actin' with him- [g e s t u r e s] -one could go makin' some assumptions. Jus' because Lady Dorothy seems t'be involved doesn't mean yer hands're clean here.

[She has two hands, but so do you.]

[reallyfishy]

[He follows Basilio’s gesture toward Yeager and cringes.]

Well. Stop makin’ assumptions ‘cause it ain’t like that.

[The part about Dorothy is valid though.]

[nyaxed]

If y'say so. No shame in it, anyway.

[He does not believe you, my guy, but if the seed of doubt has been planted, then you can sure wrestle with that in your own time.]

[reallyfishy]

Sure, sure.

[Thank you and many others here for doing the lord’s work, Basilio.]