Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

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[requiresssacrifice]

Perhaps he's had too much to drink. There'd been a concerted effort to stay in control of himself, to get a little tipsy, but not drunk or anything, but that effort flew (or rather, stumbled and fell) out the window when Rex underestimated the strength of tequila. Trying something new was probably not the best idea, not when it came to alcohol. All it seems to be leading to is an increasingly stuffy lounge, and Rex could swear that either the room's gotten smaller, or there are more people-- entirely too many people-- crowding him. He needs air.

Rex pushes his chair back and makes a beeline for the courtyard. He can just... sober up there before he makes his trek home.

Right?

Wrong. The air seems positively saturated with smoke-- not that it actually is, but with his less-than-stellar respiratory system, Rex is pretty sensitive to these things. His lungs and throat are aggravated easily, and really, after being maimed and burned in an explosion, it's difficult to see the appeal in inhaling smoke for fun. And it doesn't help that Rex is still sensitive to the cold, so this is just a one-two combo that tells Rex that going outside was a very bad idea.

He doesn't even make it five minutes before he covers his mouth and nose and tries to stifle a cough. Alright, he's just going to back away slowly, get back inside, where it's warm and-- claustrophobic, sure, but at least it's not smoky...

Unfortunately, being a bit more drunk than he'd planned, Rex isn't really capable of backing up in a straight line, and he sort of veers into a complete stranger.

[gotbottle]

"Oh, gosh. I'm sorry."

Never mind that she was the one backed into; Rachel just isn't the type of person to yell at someone for bumping into her. She hadn't seen Rex coming because she was half-turned away from him. One hand goes instinctively out to his elbow, a brief touch to make sure he doesn't lose his footing before she withdraws her hand.

"I was so busy looking at this cat I wasn't even paying attention to anything around me."

She notes the hand to his face, brow knitting slightly with concern. "Is everything all right?"