Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

So there was booze in the taps.

It wasn't exactly Dante's choice of booze - warn wine with spices and shit? Whatever - and he was beginning to get the impression the alcohol content wasn't as high as he liked it to be. Of course, that was easily solved with a swig from a bottle of rum every now and again.

By mid-morning, he'd managed to fill a large pitcher with the stuff. He draped himself over the sofa with a big mug in hand, the rum on the floor (he hadn't wanted to add it to the pitcher itself because, enh) and turned the television to the least Christmassy thing he could find. (It was a weird horror flick about elevators.)

His birthday was in five days. He was hoping to ignore that.

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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had planned to make tea. That proved impossible this morning. The taps offered nothing but disgusting spicy wine.

As one might imagine, this put Lucille in a horrible mood, and she had been about to stab the kitchen worktop with a knife when deciding that was pointless. With a sigh she poured herself a cup of the only drink available and made some toast before taking a seat at the table.

Then she realized washing her hair wouldn't be possible today, and that did nothing to improve her state of mind.

[Open, with SP during the day.]