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May. 29th, 2016 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Kaz can be found sitting on top of something tall, empty whisky bottles sitting around him. A bag sits next to him, with the phrase 'For Kazzy <3' on it. He's currently alternating between taking drags of cigarettes and pulls off his newest bottle.
"Fuck."
"Fuck."
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Date: 2016-05-31 06:01 pm (UTC)"I think it's more magical than it was twenty, thirty years ago when I was doing field work. But, yeah, I can only imagine what it's like to go from being somewhere out there," He waves at the sky. "an' come back here."
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Date: 2016-05-31 11:55 pm (UTC)But wow... it probably would've been harder for us to really adapt to this place, then. Thankfully our home-- it has some ambient energy from where we were, so it helps. But we just sorta hope it'll last long enough to get us used to here.
Causeeee I don't think there's gonna be enough energy again to do what we did.
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Date: 2016-06-01 04:01 pm (UTC)"Nah, probably not. Not until I'm dust long gone. ... maybe."
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Date: 2016-06-01 05:14 pm (UTC)*she takes another drink, and puts down the bottle*
Still a weird taste for me.
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Date: 2016-06-01 06:52 pm (UTC)Another swig.
"You get used to it. Do you have a preference? I can have a bottle that ain't this stuff next time I'm on a tall wall and you happen to stop by."
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Date: 2016-06-01 07:29 pm (UTC)I don't know if I have a preference. I've never tried this kinda stuff before-- at least I don't think I have. Again, fuzzy details there.
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Date: 2016-06-02 03:22 am (UTC)"Yeah, a few cold ones and some of my terrible cooking could be good for all of you guys. Or! We do it at my son's bar!"
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Date: 2016-06-03 02:28 am (UTC)Well, eating's sorta a thing we don't really need, so I think I'd rather it be "good" cooking instead of terrible, but... Your son's bar, though?